Picked up a copy of Romance of the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 250
Song Dian lowered his head, and trotted hurriedly towards the main hall, with a solemn face, lowered his head, and quickly passed through the winding path.

The Son of Heaven sat in the hall, looking through the mountains of memorials on the wooden case. After reading for a while, he felt a little headache. For some reason, in the past two days, he was always feeling depressed, and his chest seemed to be pressed by a huge stone. He thought, this might be It was because of Wang Fu of Yangzhou, Wang Fu sent fewer and fewer memorials. Most of the time, he would directly write the memorials to tell himself the result, but he never asked his own opinion beforehand.

This made the emperor very unhappy. Although Wang Fu was notorious in the temple and the world, but in Yangzhou, he was a great hero in governing Yangzhou and won the hearts of the people of Yangzhou. Coupled with the Yangzhou navy, he seemed to be the second son of the emperor. The minister who was afraid, the first one was Dou Wu, who had already been raided. He felt that it was time for him to transfer Wang Fu away from Yangzhou.

The situation in Yangzhou is now thriving. As long as he sends another capable minister to take his place, the situation can be stabilized, the emperor thought to himself.

"Country!!" Song Dian rushed in, knelt down in front of the emperor, with tears in his eyes, weeping unceasingly, the emperor was a little displeased, waved his hand, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"He Gong, He Gong is gone" Song Dian cried and said.

The emperor stared blankly at him, dazed for a moment, kicked over the wooden case in front of him, rushed up, grabbed Song Dian's neck, and looked at him fiercely, his face turned red, and the scar on his forehead The veins were throbbing constantly, and he roared angrily, "How dare you deceive the king?? You want to die?"

"Just now, the guards of the He residence came to announce that Mr. He has passed away."

The little fat man let go of Song Dian's neck, and walked a few steps staggeringly. His eyes were red and he shook his head. When he raised his head, tears dripped from his eyes. When had Song Dian ever seen the Son of Heaven look like this? The little fat man raised his head and mourned. Howling, spurted out a mouthful of blood, and fell backwards.

Song Dian was terrified, rushed up quickly, supported the emperor, and shouted: "Where is the order of the imperial physician?!"

"I have an appointment with your ancestors, so I came to teach."

"You idiot, what do you understand?"

"Bold Dou Wu, dare to bully my disciple? Eat me with a sword!!!"

"Your Majesty, as long as this old thief is dismissed, the world will be peaceful!"

"The country is peaceful, and there are no evildoers"

"Is it still possible to avenge the hatred of the nine generations?"

"Your Majesty, please give Bian'er a sword after my death."

"Master He!!" The Son of Heaven yelled, got up from the bed suddenly, turned his head to look, a group of Huangmen were kneeling down, not daring to raise their heads, beside him, the Empress Dowager Song looked at him with red eyes, looking When he woke up, he hugged him and cried. The little fat man stared blankly at the surroundings, letting Empress Song hug him and cry, while Xun You who was standing beside him shouted, "Everyone, follow me!"

Soon, only the Son of Heaven and the Empress were left in the palace. The Son of Heaven was hugged by Empress Song, and tears kept falling from his eyes. Then, Empress Song hugged him tightly, stopped crying forcibly, and patted the emperor's back lightly.

"Master is gone. Woohoo"

"I..." the Son of Heaven was crying in grief and sobbing unceasingly. Empress Song felt extremely heartbroken seeing this appearance. She never thought that this ruthless man, who was as tall as a mountain, would have such a face. Now, he doesn't look like A generation of great emperors, he was like a helpless baby, Empress Song hugged him tightly and comforted him constantly.

The prince sat on the branch of the mulberry tree, watching the people going in and out with some doubts, seeing Yuan Shu and the others crying, he lifted Yeye out, put him on a wooden board, and began to shower and wash him , Seeing this scene, he was a little puzzled, looked down, and asked, "Erlang, what are you doing?"

"Why wash it?"

Yuan Shu raised his head, his eyes were full of sorrow and pain, but he didn't reply, he was just busy with everyone, the little fat man continued to sit on the mulberry tree, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little afraid of what happened below, and just thought of something The man was staying on this big mulberry tree. At some point, he lowered his head, Yeye had disappeared, and there were only some guards underneath, dressed in white, standing with their heads bowed.

"Your Highness."

"Huh?" The little fat man lowered his head and looked at the guard under the tree suspiciously.

"Please come down, we are going back to the palace."

"Go back, I'm going to wait here, yeah, he said he would take me to play by the river today"

The guard wept, but there was no way to persuade him.

Jianning ten years, the end of the year

In the country of Hejian, a yellow dragon appeared in the well.

Situ Hexiu died.

Hearing this, the Son of Heaven spurted blood and fainted. He personally mourned for his teacher, and why the people of the world are mourning. The folks, no matter rangers, scholars, soldiers, or farmers, are all mourning the death of this great man Zhongliang. This great Confucianist has become a The big man's will lies, he who ruled the rams did not finish his works in the end, nor did he fulfill his lifelong wish.

However, he taught a Mingjun who rejuvenated the Han people, and became the heroic and arrogant will of the Han people.

His death was undoubtedly extremely painful for the big man. When the emperor mourned for him, all the officials came together, and the people of Luoyang came to send the funeral spontaneously. The cries of countless people resounded in every corner of the big man. Wen Renxi, Yuan Feng, Lu Zhi, Duan Jiong, Xing Ziang, Dong Zhuo, Sun Jian, Dianwei, Cao Cao, Wang Yun, Huangfusong, Zhu Jun, Yang Qiu, Zhang Yun, countless people wept for them, and even the king as far away as Yangzhou symbol.

After hearing of He Xiu's death, he didn't feel gloating at all. When he raised his head, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes. The funeral was extremely grand, and the emperor sealed him up again and again, and buried him with tears in his eyes. However, in this During this period, the little fat man did not show up, he still stayed on the mulberry tree in He Fu, waiting for Ye Ye to pick him up.

Leading many yellow gates, the emperor came to He Mansion, raised his head, and looked at the sluggish mulberry tree. On the tree, the little fat man sat alone, with his chin in his hands, and carefully observed the surroundings. Seeing the Son of Heaven, he didn't say a word, but just sat quietly. The Son of Heaven resisted the pain in his heart and shouted, "Bian'er, come down."

"No, I have to wait yeah yeah."

"Do you know where he went?"

"I know, he will come back to find you soon, you come down first, follow me back to the palace."

"If I leave, he won't be able to find me when he comes back!" said the little fat man aggrieved.

The emperor gritted his teeth, pulled out a shining sword from his waist, and said: "Before Master He left, he gave this sword to me, and asked me to hand it over to you. Mud, you're sure to like it."

"Yeah said, if one day he leaves me, as long as I don't cry, he will give me a sword."

"Father!"

"kindness?"

"Bian'er can't get the sword!"

The little fat man cried.

(End of this chapter)