I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 81
In the first year of Yuanping, in the early morning of April [-], Weiyang Palace was cold and dark.

Palace lanterns of different shapes are hung on the doors of the halls and the corridors connecting the palaces. The burnt smell from the burning wicks makes the still cold air carry a smell of burnt smell.

For some reason, this huge Weiyang Palace now resembles those mausoleums buried deep in the mountains to the north.

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

Because it was already the beginning of summer, according to the usual practice, the county magistrate should be in Jiaofang hall if he is not in Qingliang hall, but there are some exceptions this year. Since March, the county magistrate has been living alone in the proclamation room.

There is no other reason, but the county magistrate is ill, and the illness is not serious.

The county magistrate's body has always been poor, but it's not serious.

In the winter that just passed, the county magistrate occasionally suffered from wind and cold. It was originally a minor illness, but for some reason, it never got better, but intensified.

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

From the initial cough, sputum, chest pain, dyspnea, and cyanosis, to the subsequent vomiting of blood, vomiting, and mouth sores, the magistrate's sanctuary went from bad to worse.

In order to cure the magistrate's illness, General Huo Guang ordered many so-called famous doctors from outside the palace.

But how could other people be able to cure a disease that the imperial physician could not cure?

As a result, there were a lot of screeching and scraping sounds in places in Weiyang Palace that were not illuminated by light.

At the beginning, there were rumors that the county magistrate was cursed by witchcraft!

The word witchcraft is a taboo of the big man, and anyone who is involved with it will die a good death.

When the rumor was heard by General Huo Guang, he was furious and ordered Tingwei and Jinwuwei to investigate the matter thoroughly, and finally executed hundreds of people.

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

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

However, the county magistrate's illness is still not cured.

……

When Maoshi was approaching, the sleeping Emperor Liu Fuling suddenly woke up.

"Water... water... I want to drink water..." Liu Fuling, who was covered in sweat, struggled to get up on the steps, and shouted to the outside room.

Soon, a fourteen or fifteen-year-old internal officer hurried in and knelt down on the ground with a "plop".

"Your Majesty, what do you want..." For some reason, the little internal official seemed to be very frightened, and his whole body kneeling on the ground trembled like chaff.

"Water, I want water!" Liu Fuling, who was extremely thirsty, emphasized his tone, but this effort made him cough violently.

"promise."

The little internal official got up from the ground and hurried to the outer room.

After a loud noise, the internal officer brought over a glass of water tremblingly.

Liu Fuling couldn't wait to grab the water and drank it down.

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

But for some reason, after Liu Fuling drank it, he didn't feel his thirst was quenched at all, but his mouth felt more sweet and greasy.

The sores on the mouth also ached.

"I still want it, I want it."

"promise."

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

When he felt that his stomach was a little bloated, he threw the cup carelessly on the case held by the little internal officer, and then lay back on the couch.

The little internal official did not leave immediately, but waited quietly, and only slowly retreated after confirming that the county magistrate no longer needed water.

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

A trace of sadness was inexplicably born from the depths of my heart.

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

He has been making puppet clay sculptures for 13 years since he took the throne for 13 years.

Wouldn't it be better to live away from those vassal kings who sealed off the country?
For example, the demented Changyi Wang He, such as the Kongwu powerful Guangling Wang Xu, who is not happier than himself?

In this deep palace, apart from accepting the worship of the princes and officials, Liu Fuling didn't have any freedom to speak of.

You can't even choose which concubine's palace you want to sleep in—either you are blocked by the old internal officials in the palace, or you are interrupted by some inexplicable things.

Over time, Liu Fuling lost interest in concubines.

The dozen or so concubines, not to mention being close, even rarely met each other.

Liu Fuling knew that all of this was secretly arranged by General Huo Guang.

Everyone knows his heart.

Huo Guang simply wanted his granddaughter, Empress Shangguan, to give birth to an heir first, so that, as the eldest son, he could become the heir apparent of this big man.

Empress Shangguan is also a poor person, after all, Liu Fuling doesn't hate her.

However, she is really too young, she is only thirteen or fourteen years old this year.

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

So he rarely went to Jiaofangdian.

As for Huo Guang, Liu Fuling respected and feared him at the same time.

If you have to distinguish whether to respect more or fear more.

So of course I am more afraid.

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

But Liu Fuling was still afraid of him, afraid that he would cripple and kill him someday.

Prime Minister Yang Chang, Imperial Censor Cai Yi, Right General Zhang Anshi, Du Liao General Fan Mingyou...plus Huo Yun, Huo Yu, Huo Shan and those Zhonglang generals who control the military power in Chang'an...without exception, they are all "Huo Dang" "!"
The court of the whole Han Dynasty is not like the world of the Liu surname, but more like the world of the Huo surname.

As he got older, Liu Fuling knew that his situation as the Son of Heaven was becoming more and more dangerous.

Because Huo Guang will face a choice soon after all, whether to return the government or not to return the government?
As long as the big man is still a big man, he must return the power to himself after all.

But even if General Huo Guang is really willing to return to power like Duke Zhou, will those "Huo Party" agree?
I am afraid that they will do "wrong" things, so why are they not afraid of their own doing "unrighteous" things?

But being afraid is nothing but fear, Liu Fuling has nothing to do, and there is no help.

He can only endure, hoping that he can survive Huo Guang, who is nearly [-] years old.

Unexpectedly, I got sick instead.

Thinking of this, Liu Fuling became dizzy for a while, and the water he just drank rushed up his throat...

He wanted to get up and spit out the gushing water, but suddenly found that he had no strength in his body...

It seemed as if the whole person's energy had been drained.

He discovered that the onset of the disease was somewhat different.

"How dare you..."

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

The majestic Son of Heaven twitched on the couch like a dragon that had been exposed to the scorching sun.

Make a "hoo hoo hoo" sound...

……

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

……

I don't know how long it took before the little internal officer who delivered the water sneaked in. He sneaked up to the side of the bed, and saw the magistrate's ferocious face at a glance.

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

He tremblingly called "Your Majesty" twice, and seeing that there was no answer, he put his hand on the county magistrate's wrist in disobedience.

In just a short breath, his hand flicked away.

The little eunuch stood up in panic, and ran out scrambling, shouting as he ran, "Heaven... the Son of Heaven... you can do it!"

"The emperor has done a great job!"

This shrill and trembling voice echoed over the Weiyang Palace, and would soon echo over the Han Empire.

(End of this chapter)