I am not a deposed emperor of Han Dynasty

Chapter 90 To be loyal to His Highness, you must first be loyal to Huo Guang (for further reading)
Although there was joy in their hearts, An Le and Zhang Wuji immediately calmed down after this brief gaffe.

Immediately afterwards, one thing after another was arranged in an orderly manner.

The first important thing is to send post envoys to spread the news of the Emperor Daxing to all the government offices and counties in the country, and then convey it from the counties to the townships and villages, and immediately observe the filial piety for the Emperor Daxing.

The second most important thing is to send someone to clean up the Changyi Station and prepare to entertain the coming welcome group.

An Le has been an official for decades, and has never experienced such a big scene.

But I have never eaten pork, but I have seen pigs running.

That seemingly superfluous sentence revealed too much information, and the welcoming group will inevitably follow behind.

And there must be a lot of people in this welcoming group, and their rank is not low. In the future, everyone will be officials in the same dynasty, and they will naturally leave a good impression in advance.

After everything was arranged properly, An Le took a shower and changed clothes, put on a new robe, pinned a blue ribbon, and drove towards Changyi Palace by car.

Along the way, An Le had mixed feelings. He never expected that the destiny would come to Changyi Kingdom.

This is not only the blessing of the king of Changyi, but also the blessing of the people of Changyi, the blessing of the officials of Changyi, and the blessing of his well-being.

Being the prime minister of a country is classified as a left official. No matter how well the affairs are done, it is more difficult to take another step forward in the official career.

But now it is different, His Highness becomes the emperor, then he is the head of Conglong's officials in Qiandi, and he must follow to Chang'an.

Then he would no longer be an inferior left official.

In today's court, it is natural that General Huo Guang has the final say, and he may not be able to become Jiuqing immediately.

However, as long as you leave a good impression on the general, that day will surely come sooner or later.

An Le didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her thoughts.

The king of Changyi has no political experience, and the government must still be in charge of the general.

The emperor has to listen to the general, can his little minister of Changyi turn the world upside down?
To be loyal to the emperor, you must first be loyal to the general.

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At this moment, Liu He was writing "The Analects of Confucius" silently on the bamboo slips by himself.

Although it was already afternoon, the hall was still very quiet.

As long as the people in the palace know that Liu He is writing silently, they will walk around the Rizhi Palace.

A faint, stinky smell of ink lingered on the tip of Liu He's nose, which made him feel very at ease.

The soft and straight pen tip slid across the bamboo slips, making soft brushing sounds.

"Fu Daye is straightforward but loves righteousness, observes words and looks at appearances, and considers the following people."

After Liu He copied this sentence, today's dictation task was finally completed.

At this moment, the bronze bell telling the time in the palace struck exactly seven times.

This is the rule set by Liu He a year and a half ago, every half hour, the bell must be rung to announce the time.

Today's practice time is just right, Liu He picked up the bamboo slips that he had just copied, and looked at them carefully, very satisfied.

Although the words are average, they are finally written decently.

Unfortunately, as of today, this "Analects of Confucius" has only been silent for a little while. Soon, Liu He will become very busy again, and he doesn't know when he will finish writing.

I don't even know if I will have the opportunity to write again in the future.

Liu He added the date below the last column of words, as the end of today's dictation homework.

"It's April 25th, Chang'an should be in chaos now."

Liu He couldn't wait any longer, but he was also very self-aware.

He knew very well that he had nothing special about him, except that he had some experience and knowledge of future generations of giants in his mind, his intelligence was definitely not as strong as that of the princes in the court.

So many things need to be figured out gradually.

In addition to finding a way to carefully "steal" some power from Huo Guang, Liu He can actually do a lot of things.

For example, extend the Maritime Silk Road further; for example, let the people have enough to eat and live a richer life; for example, push the technologies of iron and steel making faster...

Just as Liu He was dreaming about his "masterpiece" while looking at it, Langzhong Yu Wuyou's voice came from outside the palace gate.

"Your Highness, Prime Minister An Le is here."

"Tell him that the widow is sick, so I won't see you." Liu He didn't want to cause trouble at this time.

Yu Wuyou outside the door didn't answer immediately, he paused obviously, and then said: "Master An Le said, I must see you today."

Another pause.

"The emperor has done a great job."

Liu He stood up abruptly, and accidentally knocked down the inkstone on the desk, and the thick black ink spilled on the robe, which was very conspicuous.

Is it finally here?
Liu He didn't care about changing clothes, he pushed open the door and walked out.

At this moment Liu He is neither powerful nor serious.

But for the first time, Yu Wuyou didn't use Confucius' words to nag him.

This Lang Guan who gets along day and night is very abnormal today, standing farther than usual, and there seems to be some awe in his eyes.

Liu He understood immediately.

Anle must have brought definite news.

Although Yu Wuyou is young, he is also an official with a rank of two hundred stones, and he can guess some things without being taught by others.

Liu He shook his head in his heart, I am afraid that in the recent period of time, it is difficult to see the scene of Yu Wuyou using "The Analects of Confucius" to exhort himself.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Liu He saw An Le in the Changyi Palace.

Like Yu Wuyou, An Le also has more respect than a few days ago.

"Your Highness, the emperor has done well, this is a will."

Liu He tremblingly accepted the will, and slowly opened it.

A large section of content has nothing to do with him, which makes him a little impatient.

It wasn't until he saw the extra sentence added at the end of the will that Liu He was finally sure that nothing went wrong.

The butterfly in Changyi flapped its wings, but it did not cause a storm in Chang'an.

The huge boulder on his body fell to the ground, which made him feel a little weightless, so that his body swayed and he fell to the couch.

"Your Highness, Saint..."

An Le almost slipped his words, but fortunately, she realized her abruptness and disobedience, and quickly changed her mind: "The body is the most important thing, and it is not appropriate to be overly sad."

Liu He waved his hand, not all the collapse at the moment was staged.

In fact, Liu Fuling was only three years older than Liu He, and to die like this, Liu He inevitably felt a little bit sad.

But soon, Liu He regained his composure.

Your big man is guarded by widows.

From this moment on, all pretense of insanity should be thrown away.

The Liu He in history was established as the emperor because of his insanity, but in the end his insanity became an excuse for him to be deposed.

Therefore, Liu He has to change to a dog method, which is safer, more harmless, and more reasonable.

"For the people of Changyi to observe the emperor's funeral, there must be Lao Anqing."

"We must do our best to do what we have to do!" An Le continued to ask, "Besides that, what other orders does Your Highness have?"

"There are so many things about mourning. The widow will not stay with An Qing. An Qing should go back."

An Le did not expect that Liu He would issue an order to evict the guest, and he didn't know whether to leave or stay.

The scene that appeared now seemed to be somewhat different from what he had imagined.

In his idea, shouldn't His Highness immediately respect the corporal and make some promises to himself so that he can follow him to Chang'an?

The "crazy" King Changyi was too calm.

"His Royal Highness, have you read the last sentence of the will?"

"of course."

"Then, does His Highness know the meaning behind it?"

Liu He looked at An Le calmly, and said word by word: "Of course I understand, but the will of the widow has not yet arrived, and the widow is gesticulating now, which seems a little too impatient to outsiders. Obscure."

An Le's face turned blue and white.

Your Highness is beating yourself, don't be too impatient?

(End of this chapter)