In the first year of Yuanping, in the early morning of April 17, Weiyang Palace was cold and dark.

On the doors of each hall and under the corridor connecting the palace, there are palace lamps of different shapes, and the burning smell brought out by the burning wick makes some of the cold air with a trace of scorching smell.

For some reason, this huge Weiyang Palace is like those mausoleums buried in the mountains in the north at this time.

Under the dim light, the slaves and servants and officials guarding the porch were no different from the pottery dolls.

Because it has already started summer, according to the usual practice, the county official should be in the Jiaofang Hall if he is not in the Qingliang Palace, but this year there are some exceptions, since March, the county official has been living alone in the Xuan Room.

There is no other reason, but the county official is sick, and the illness is not light.

The Eucharist of the county magistrate has always been poor, but it is not a big problem.

In the past winter, the county official occasionally felt a cold, which was originally just a minor illness, but for some reason, it never got better, but intensified.

The doctors tried their best and exhausted all the remedies they could find, but the county official's condition never improved.

From the initial cough, phlegm, chest pain, dyspnea, and cyanosis, to the later vomiting of blood, vomiting, and sores in the mouth, the Eucharist of the county magistrate deteriorated.

In order to cure the illness of the county official, the general Huo Guang ordered people to find many so-called famous doctors from outside the palace.

But if too many doctors can't cure a disease, how can anyone else cure it well?

As a result, in those places where there is no light in Weiyang Palace, there are a lot more sounds of rubbing.

Rumors began to circulate that the county magistrate had been cursed with witchcraft!

The word witch Gu is a taboo for the Han Dynasty, and those who are involved with it are not allowed to die well.

When this rumor was learned by the great general Huo Guang, he was furious and ordered Ting Wei and Jin Wuwei to investigate the matter thoroughly, and finally executed hundreds of people.

Hundreds of people, because they couldn't control their tongues, just died.

Under Huo Guang's thunderous methods, this rumor was suppressed.

However, the county official's illness was still not cured.

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When it was close to the end of the day, Liu Fuling, the sleeping son of the Han Dynasty, suddenly woke up.

"Water...... Water...... I want to drink water......" Liu Fuling, who was covered in sweat, struggled to prop up his body and shouted towards the outer room.

Soon, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old official hurriedly ran in, and with a "poof", he knelt on the ground.

"Your Majesty, do you want to ...... What do you want......" For some reason, this little internal official seemed to be very frightened, and his whole body on his knees on the ground kept trembling like chaff.

"Water, water!" Liu Fuling, who was thirsty, accentuated his tone, but this exertion made him cough violently.

"No."

The little inner officer got up from the ground and hurried to the outer room.

After a loud sound, the inner official trembled and brought over a glass of water.

Liu Fuling couldn't wait to snatch the water and drank it all.

Maybe it's because I'm so thirsty, so this glass of water is much sweeter than the water I usually drink.

But I don't know why, after Liu Fuling drank it, he didn't feel thirsty at all, but felt even sweeter in his mouth.

The mouth full of sores also ached faintly.

"Yes, I still want."

"No."

The little internal official poured three cups in a row, and Liu Fuling drank three cups in a row.

When he felt that his stomach was a little swollen, he threw the cup indiscriminately on the case that the little inner official was holding, and then lay back on the couch.

The junior magistrate did not leave immediately, but waited quietly aside, and only slowly withdrew after confirming that the county magistrate no longer needed water.

Liu Fuling closed his eyes, and his head began to hurt again.

A trace of sadness inexplicably came out of the depths of my heart.

Everyone envies the Son of Heaven in the world, but Liu Fuling envies others who can fight dogs and rabbits.

In the thirteenth year of his accession to the throne, he made puppet clay sculptures for thirteen years.

Why don't you live a life away from those vassal kings who are feudal countries?

For example, the rebellious Changyi Wang He, such as the powerful Guangling Wang Xu, which one is not happier than himself?

In this deep palace, Liu Fuling did not have any freedom at all except for accepting the worship of all the princes and officials.

Even the concubine's palace to sleep in can't be chosen at will - either blocked by the old officials in the palace, or interrupted by some inexplicable things.

Over time, Liu Fuling lost interest in concubines.

The dozen or so concubines, not to mention being close, even met very few times.

Liu Fuling knew that all this was secretly arranged by the great general Huo Guang.

His heart is known to the world.

Huo Guang just wanted his granddaughter Empress Shangguan to give birth to an heir first, so that as the eldest son, he could become the rightful prince of the Han Dynasty.

Empress Shangguan is also a poor person, in the final analysis, Liu Fuling does not hate her.

However, she is so young, she is only fifteen years old this year.

What's more, the more Liu Fuling guessed Huo Guang's thoughts, the more he didn't want to do what he wanted.

Therefore, he rarely goes to the Jiaofang Palace.

As for Huo Guang, Liu Fuling was both respectful and afraid.

If you have to distinguish between being more respectful or being afraid.

Well, of course, I'm afraid of more.

The general Huo Guang handled everything about this big man in an orderly manner, and never showed the slightest disobedience.

But Liu Fuling was still afraid of him, afraid that he would abolish and kill himself one day.

Prime Minister Yang Chang, Imperial Historian Cai Yi, Right General Zhang Anshi, and Duliao General Fan Mingyou...... In addition to Huo Yun, Huo Yu, and Huo Shan, the Zhonglang generals who control the military power of Chang'an...... Without exception, all of them are "Huo Party"!

The entire court of the Han Dynasty is not like the world surnamed Liu, but like the world surnamed Huo.

As he grew older, Liu Fuling knew that his situation as a son of heaven was becoming more and more dangerous.

Because Huo Guang will soon face a choice after all, whether to return to government or not to return to government?

As long as the big man is still a big man, then he will return the government to himself after all.

But even if the general Huo Guang is really willing to return to power like Zhou Gong, will those "Huo Party" agree?

If they are afraid that they will do "wrong" things, why are they not afraid that they will do "unjust" things?

But fear is fear, Liu Fuling has no way, and there is no help.

He could only stay up, expecting that he could survive Huo Guang, who was nearly sixty years old.

Where do you think about it, you are sick instead.

Thinking of this, Liu Fuling was dizzy, and the water he had just drunk rushed to his throat......

He tried to get up and spit out the gushing water, but suddenly found that he didn't have any strength in his body......

It was as if the whole person's spirit had been drained a little.

He noticed that the onset was somewhat different.

"You ...... How dare you ......"

Then, Liu Fuling wanted to shout, but the vomited water choked in, and his breathing became short.

The dignified Han Son of Heaven was like a dragon exposed to the sun, twitching on the couch.

Make a "ho-ho-ho" sound......

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Half a quarter of an hour later, Liu Fuling returned to the emperor with anger, depression and unwillingness.

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I don't know how long it took, but the little insider who delivered the water came in secretly, and he sneakily walked to the bed, and saw the hideous face of the county official at a glance.

The little officer was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground.

He trembled and shouted "Your Majesty" twice, and when he saw that there was no answer, he put his hand on the wrist of the county official in disobedience.

In just one breath, his hand flicked away.

The little insider stood up in a panic and ran out with a rolling belt, shouting as he ran: "God...... Emperor...... It's a big deal! ”

"The Son of Heaven is in a good place!"

This shrill and trembling voice echoed in the sky above Weiyang Palace, and it would soon echo in the sky above the Great Han Empire.