Shuhan

Chapter 471: He is terminally ill and becomes the regent of the country! (Vote for more updates every month!)
After experiencing the baptism of war, Chang'an City is no longer the bustling international city it once was.

Of course, as early as when the two Han Dynasties met, Chang'an was no longer the same Chang'an after the disaster.

However, after being repeatedly destroyed, Chang'an City is now even more dilapidated.

The scenes inside and outside the city reveal the heaviness and vicissitudes left by the war everywhere.

On the city wall, the beacon tower was in dilapidated condition, and the black marks were clearly visible. The streets under the city wall are covered with gravel and rubble, and occasionally you can see a few corpses that have not yet been buried, silently complaining about the cruelty of war.

There is an indescribable dull and burnt smell in the air, which makes people feel sad.

The buildings in the city, whether they were majestic palaces or ordinary houses, were not spared.

The tiles on the roof of the palace were incomplete, and the carved beams and paintings were smoked beyond recognition by the fireworks.

Residential houses are even more miserable. Many houses have collapsed, and most of the remaining ones are ruins. The scenes of smoke and laughter in the past no longer exist.

In the fields outside the city, the originally green crops had been trampled into a mess, and the ditches in the farmland had dried up, exposing the cracked soil.

The mountains in the distance were still green, but they were in stark contrast to the desolate scene in front of them.

Occasionally, survivors walked through the streets, supporting their injured relatives or carrying simple luggage in search of shelter. Their faces were full of exhaustion and fear, and their eyes revealed confusion and uneasiness about the future.

After nightfall, Chang'an City fell into a dead silence. There were no brightly lit streets, no noisy cries, only the cold wind whistling through the empty streets, kicking up bursts of fine dust.

Liu Chan walked while watching the situation in Chang'an City, and soon arrived at the town guard mansion.

It is now Liu Bei's palace.

Liu Chan was the crown prince, and the procedure for meeting Liu Bei was not complicated. After a simple body search, he entered Liu Bei's room.

As soon as I entered it, I was greeted by a strong smell of herbs that couldn't be wiped away.

And the taste of this herb is very strong and bitter.

When he walked into it, he saw a figure lying in the curtain.

"My son, please pay homage to your father!"

"My son doesn't need to be polite."

The sound coming from the curtain was weak, and there was a feeling of being out of breath.

"recently."

Liu Bei called softly.

Liu Chan slowly walked into the curtain and saw Liu Bei lying on the bed.

Lying on the bed, Liu Bei no longer looked as heroic and vigorous as before.

His face was pale and haggard, his once plump cheeks were now sunken, his cheekbones were high, and his eye sockets were slightly sunken, making the formerly bright eyes even deeper.

However, the light in his eyes has dimmed, leaving only endless fatigue.

It's just that they haven't seen each other for more than a year, and Liu Bei has become haggard faster than Liu Chan imagined.

Liu Chan still has feelings for Liu Bei. After all, it has been sixteen or seventeen years since he traveled through time when he was a baby.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?
Sixteen or seventeen years of getting along with Liu Bei, coupled with Liu Bei's constant love and care, made Liu Chan truly regard Liu Bei as his father.

Now seeing Liu Bei's appearance, Liu Chan's eyes immediately turned red, and he felt a burst of sadness in his heart, feeling an indescribable discomfort.

"Father."

Outside the curtain, the two are king and minister, but inside the curtain, they are father and son.

Liu Bei forced a smile on his withered face and said: "A man, why do you need to cry? Besides, I have already had enough life. Now in Chang'an City, with you by my side, what else can I not be satisfied with?" What about?"

His hair was gray and sparsely scattered on the pillow, losing its former blackness and luster. The once straight bridge of his nose has now become thin and sharp, his lips are pale and chapped, and every breath seems so difficult, but at this moment he is smiling.

It was as if the pain in his body was of no importance at all.

"I just recovered Chang'an, and there is also Luoyang! My father wants to see me recover Luoyang."

Luoyang?

Liu Bei chuckled.

"Luoyang is too far."

To capture Guanzhong would be to use all the strength of the Han State. After that, they would have to manage Guanzhong, restore people's livelihood, and fight against Wei at all times.

Even after regaining some strength, priority should be given to capturing the Western Region in order to collect business taxes and allow the business alliance to pass.

This will take several years. Not to mention that taking Luoyang is not an easy task.

After all, Wei State occupies the precious land of the Central Plains, and this bone is not so easy to chew.

How long will it take to capture Luoyang?

He doesn't have that much time anymore.

"Birth, old age, illness and death are common sense in the world. Don't worry about it. Death is inevitable for everyone. It may be lighter than a feather or heavier than Mount Tai. If your father dies, it is considered heavier."

Maybe you feel that this topic is too heavy, or maybe you feel that your spirit can't support it.

Liu Bei immediately said: "I am ill, there are many affairs in the country, Guanzhong is in ruins, and the Wei army is surrounding me. Prince, I will leave these matters in your hands."

After taking a breath, Liu Bei continued: "Xiaozhi and Kongming are both capable ministers and officials. If there is anything you don't understand, the prince can ask them. Yide, Zilong, and Wenchang are all trustworthy people. Are you brave and resourceful? You can entrust me with the task of killing and conquering. Now that you are a man of ten thousand gold, you must not take risks."

Liu Bei's words seemed to be entrusting the funeral affairs.

"My son understands."

"The prince has enough experience, I am very relieved."

Just when Liu Chan was about to continue speaking, Hua Tuo came out from behind and said to Liu Chan: "Your Highness, Your Majesty is going to have a rest."

It seems that Liu Bei only has enough energy to say a few words now.

"The son will come to see his father later."

Liu Bei nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

After walking out of the curtain, Liu Chan looked at Hua Tuo and asked, "Father's body?"

Hua Tuo sighed and said: "Your Majesty is no longer in his prime, and he has hidden illnesses. He has marched thousands of miles, and his body is no longer able to withstand it. Now he is like an oil lamp that is about to burn out, with a weak flame. .”

The oil has run out?
"Is there no other way?"

Hua Tuo smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Even if Bian Que is alive, he can't be cured. All the old man can do now is to hang His Majesty's life."

Hearing this, Liu Chan couldn't help but feel heavy in his heart.

"How long will it take?"

Hua Tuo's eyes flickered, but he had no choice but to talk to Liu Chan.

"It may be a few days, it may be dozens of days, it may be half a year. It depends on His Majesty's personal will, and it is no longer a magic bullet!"

Liu Bei's body was really corrupted to this extent.

"Before Your Highness came, Your Majesty stretched himself out, worshiped Maoling, and received ministers, which damaged his health. Now that Your Highness is here, His Majesty can get a long rest, and maybe his health may get better."

A trace
Liu Chan also felt confident.

"Father, I leave it to you sir. If there is any news, don't make it public. Let me know first."

It concerns the royal family, and Hua Tuo also knows the priorities of the matter.

This carelessness may lead to catastrophe.

Heads are rolling, this is really not just talk.

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I know what's going on."

Walking out of the inner room with a heavy heart, Liu Chan immediately saw Zhuge Liang, the Prime Minister of the Han Dynasty, who had been waiting aside.

"Your Highness."

"Prime Minister."

The two of them bowed and saluted.

"All the officials, soldiers and generals are waiting for Your Highness in the main hall. Your Highness, please go ahead."

The Emperor of the Han Dynasty was lying ill, and now the power of the Han Dynasty was really going to fall into his hands, Liu Chan.

This is power, but it is also responsibility.

PS:

Who said you need to vote monthly during the two shifts?

(End of this chapter)