Dahan first prince

Chapter 331: Hou He, the posthumous posthumous end

The end of the new year is approaching, and the autumn harvest is abundant. The city of Chang'an at the turn of autumn and winter is only filled with an atmosphere of celebration and joy.

For the people in Guanzhong, this past year was the second time since the Han Dynasty, and it was also the second consecutive year of "big harvest"!
Although this year's bumper harvest is not as jaw-dropping as last year's, the average grain yield of more than three and a half stones in Guanzhong is enough to make every farmer who makes a living by farming feel gratified for the hard work of the past year.

The common people were delighted with the harvest, and the local officials and courts were all grinning from ear to ear.

——Because in the farming society, food production is not only related to the food and clothing of the people, but also related to the black hats of officials and the fiscal revenue of the regime!
Once again, especially the bumper harvest for the second consecutive year, it can be said that the entire Guanzhong officialdom cheered. Almost everyone who is qualified to be called an "official" is already full of longing for their own bright future, and infinite reverie .

As for Chang'an Chaotang, although they were disgusted for a while by the incidents of Zhao Tuo in South Vietnam and Weiman in North Korea, in the end, the status quo of "the treasury is getting more and more full" has regained most of the attention of Chang'an Chaotang.

After all, no matter how full the ideal is, it still needs bread to support it;

No matter how lofty the ideal is, it needs a believer with a full stomach to take strong steps to finally achieve it.

As the central finance becomes richer, the court can start many projects that it wanted to do in the past but had no choice but to shelve because of lack of money.

Such as the construction of Chang'an City~
Further repairs of Guanzhong Water Conservancy ~
Build today's Liu Ying's imperial mausoleum and the like.

Even if you really don't know what to do, you can always distribute more rice and cloth to those border guards around the Great Wall who are still doing their duty, so that these heroes can eat their stomachs and warm their bodies.

Even if it is a step back: the treasury is sufficient, at the very least, it can guarantee the Chang'an Central Committee, and there will be no more "courtiers and half salary" incidents.

——A few years ago, when the first emperor Liu Bang was still in power, he appeared due to the rebellion of princes with different surnames. He often lived on "half salary" for several years. A few years of hard life...
Furthermore, Guanzhong had a bumper harvest for two consecutive years, and even those local county and road officials were able to make political achievements, not to mention these high-ranking central officials.

Needless to say anything else, just one point is enough to prove how much sensation the two consecutive years of bumper harvests in Guanzhong have caused.

——After the counties and counties in Guanzhong reported the agricultural products under their administration, and they were aggregated and calculated by the Xiangfu, and after it became widely known, there was even a public opinion on the streets of Chang'an that "Shaofu Yangcheng Yangong should be a marquis"!

Because in the eyes of the industrious and simple people in Guanzhong, the main reason for the bumper harvests in the past two years, apart from the inexplicable mythological factors such as "blessing of Emperor Taizu Gao" and "blessing of gods", is the extension of Shaofu Yangcheng. In the winter of two years ago, the Weibei Zhengguo Canal was dredged again.

And in the cognition of these kind-hearted Chinese people, a Jiuqing who can make tens of thousands of people feel full because of something he has done is completely worthy of a noble.

——Even this is a manifestation of the relative 'sensibility' of the people of Chang'an!

At least compared to some remote areas in Guanzhong who said that "it should be a statue of Shaofu Yang public temple and worship at four o'clock", it is undoubtedly a lot more sensible to "just" only propose it to the people of Chang'an who are Marquis of Yanfeng in Yangcheng... ···
Regarding this public opinion, Chang'an Chaotang didn't take it seriously at first, and even a few idiots who didn't know how to live or die privately published something like 'Yangcheng Yan also deserves to be a Marquis? ’ and stuff like that.

But after reacting, the court's public opinion changed 180 degrees almost overnight!

In the 13th year of the Han Dynasty, that is, Gengshen (27) in the autumn of September in the first year of Liu Ying, it was obviously not a regular court, but there were hundreds of meritorious officials, courtiers and officials who gathered outside Weiyang Palace before dawn, asking to see the emperor Liu Ying!
After being euphemistically rejected by Liu Ying saying, "Yuanshuo court meeting is coming soon, we will talk about it later", these people did not disperse immediately, but stayed in Weiyang Palace until noon!

As for the hours from Mao to noon, these people can't say that they didn't do anything: everyone who walked through Hao Street outside the Weiyang Palace could hear the loud discussions of these dignitaries.

The content of the discussion was precisely the reason why these people appeared outside the palace and asked to meet the emperor Liu Ying.

——Shaofu Yangcheng Yan, the public is loyal to the country, and the merits will last forever, so he should be a Marquis!
Regarding what these people said, the pedestrians passing by outside the palace naturally nodded in agreement, and then went about their lives;

But the 'kindness' of the courtiers and officials made Liu Ying really unbearable...

——Zheng Guoqu, but Liu Ying took the lead in repairing it!
Leaving aside the fact that Yangcheng Yandai Shaofu is in charge of all the specific affairs, in theory, Yangcheng Yan is just "assisting Liu Ying to repair the Zhengguo Canal"!
At the moment, Yang Chengyan, who 'assisted in repairing the canal', has been regarded by the public opinion in Chang'an as a person who 'should be named a marquis', or even a god!

Yangcheng Yandu, who assisted in the construction of the canal, is still like this. If Liu Ying does not stop the rainbow farts of the courtiers and officials, and even accepts them calmly, what will happen to Liu Ying?
At the age of less than 17, build a temple for the living self?

Or, as the Son of Heaven, grant yourself a priesthood like 'God of the Canal'?

Obviously, those courtiers and officials who thought at first that 'Yangchengyan is not worthy of the Marquis of Che', and then changed their minds overnight, saying that 'Yangchengyan is definitely worthy of being a god', decided to take the opportunity to give Liu Ying held the attention of stinky feet.

But it's a pity that Liu Ying can't accept this kind of overly contrived rainbow fart.

—— Flattering, but it's also a matter of learning!
How to take pictures of people comfortably without letting people see that they are flattering, this is the highest level of flattering!
Obviously, this time, taking advantage of the public opinion that "Yangcheng Yangong should be a Marquis", the courtiers and officials who want to euphemistically praise Liu Ying's stinky feet are definitely not qualified sycophants.

At least Liu Ying felt that her immature hind thighs were slapped by hundreds of slaps, and hundreds of big pussies were slapped in relay...
Seeing Liu Ying's reluctance to accept, the courtiers and officials didn't force it anymore, they could only howl "Yangcheng Yan is really a role model for my generation" and put the matter aside for the time being.

It was also when everyone believed that the courtiers and officials who flattered Liu Ying by taking advantage of Yangchengyan was the last big event in the first year of Liu Ying. Chang'an, in the atmosphere of celebration, is shrouded in a layer of sorrow.

——Xiao He, the first marquis of the founding of the Han Dynasty, and the grand master of the dynasty, Hou Xiaohe, on the night of the last day of the 13th year of the Han Dynasty and the first year of Liu Ying, he could no longer hold on...
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"See Your Majesty..."

"His Majesty······"

Walking into the room amidst the sound of paying homage, Liu Ying only frowned and waved her hands, then raised her head.

Immediately what caught Liu Ying's eyes was Xiao He's thin face that was almost skeletal, lying flat on the couch with his eyes closed.

At this moment, the first hero of the Han Dynasty, the first prime minister of the Han Dynasty, Liu Ying's old grand teacher, could hardly see the slightest trace of his past grace.

The dry and wrinkled face was slightly sagging due to lying flat; under the tightly closed eyes, it was not difficult to see a burst of blackness;
At that time, the weak breathing sound that was sometimes absent, or sometimes audible, sometimes not audible, made the room so quiet that you could hear a needle drop, adding another point of trajectory and despair.

Seeing Xiao He's current appearance, countless appropriate adjectives emerged in Liu Ying's mind.

Such as dying, lingering, or dying, running out of oil and lamps dying.

But in the end, there were only two words that remained in Liu Ying's mind.

"The sun is setting, the hero is dying..."

With a mournful murmur, Liu Ying walked forward involuntarily and stood in front of the sick bed where Xiao He was lying.

Liu Ying knew that in the past few months, Old Xiao He had suffered a lot.

——Since the first critical illness in autumn and July, when Liu Ying came to the door in person, in just two months, Liu Ying has heard the diagnosis of "shouldn't survive tonight" no less than three times!

As for the more euphemistic reminders such as "It's time to prepare for the prime minister's funeral" and "It's time to prepare to worship Cao Shen as his prime minister", these reminders were heard by Liu Ying many times.

But at this moment, Liu Ying stood in front of the sick bed, looking at Xiao He's almost undulating chest, Liu Ying finally understood: this moment has finally come.

A generation of famous officials, a generation of famous ministers, and a veteran official whose name will go down in history will draw an end to his brilliant life under the witness of Liu Ying.

And what made Liu Ying feel at a loss, and even faintly irritated, was that after getting used to the illusion of "omnipotence" brought about by her status as the Son of Heaven, her death easily dispelled Liu Ying's illusion...

"How is the master?"

After asking softly, Liu Ying realized that at some point, her tone of voice was choked with sobs that were not mixed with any hypocrisy.

But beside Liu Ying, the old imperial doctor who had been staying in front of Xiao He's bed let out a long sigh leisurely.

"Since autumn and July, the grand master's body has almost run out of oil and lamps have dried up."

"At the turn of July and August, the grand master became critically ill several times, and even if the minister never left the grand master's side, he was at a loss what to do."

"However, at that time, the grand master only woke up with his own strength, and said to the minister: There is still an entrustment from the old man, so I dare not close my eyes and sleep forever..."

As soon as he spoke, the old doctor had two lines of tears quietly on his face, but he didn't care to wipe it off, so he gave Liu Ying a little hand.

"What about the old man, and what he entrusted, the grand master never said."

"Only today, the grand master has shown the signs of the five declines of heaven and man, and his lifespan is at most no more than half a child; he is afraid that Bian Que will be reborn, and there is no way to return to heaven..."

"If Your Majesty agrees, I will give you a needle to call, so that the Grand Master can give His Majesty some last words..."

Hearing the old doctor's words, even though she had been mentally prepared, Liu Ying couldn't help but stood there in a daze, silently staring at Xiao He's lifeless face for a long, long time.

In the end, Xiao Lu, the eldest son of Hou who was at the side, stepped forward and nodded to the old doctor with a mournful face. Then the old doctor shook his head and sighed, wiped away the tears on his face, and sat down on the edge of the couch beside Xiao He.

He took out a few silver needles from the cloth bag, warmed them up by candlelight for a while, and pierced them in several vital points on the head and neck. After only a moment, a long exhalation sounded on the sickbed.

"Uh············"

Seeing Xiao He waking up again, everyone in the room looked anxious, and Liu Ying also brought back the scattered thoughts to her eyes. As for Hou Shizi Xiao Lu, he burst into tears in the blink of an eye...
"His Majesty······"

"His Majesty·········"

The almost inaudible whisper made Liu Ying subconsciously lean down and put her ear against Xiao He's dry lips.

"His Majesty······"

"Your Majesty...while still alive..."

"Zeng Tuochen...look...look at Gu's family..."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty's words... Last year...Young..."

"If there is no... no old ministers... to look after... fear... to be bullied by foreign ministers..."

The whisper was so slight that it was comparable to the buzzing of mosquitoes, but it seemed that Xiao He had exhausted all his strength. In just a moment, beads of sweat had already formed on his forehead.

From Xiao He's mouth, hearing the long-lost "home", Liu Ying burst into tears in the blink of an eye, but she didn't dare to stand up straight, for fear that if she made a noise with a certain movement, she would miss a certain sentence of Xiao He's entrustment.

"Today...the family will add...the crown...the wedding will be...that is..."

"Chen Ben... I want to be married... I will see...the crowning ceremony at home..."

"However... I'm afraid... I can't..."

"minister······"

"minister·········"

In just a few words, Xiao Hecai's spirit that he had just raised became sluggish again, and the eyes that were opened in front of him also gradually showed a tendency to become slack again.

Seeing this situation, the old imperial doctor at the side didn't dare to delay at all, and hurried forward, and again stuck a few needles at those vital vital points that could kill a person if he was a little careless.

This time, it took Xiao He a longer time to wake up, and his spiritual temperament after waking up was also a little more sluggish than before.

That is to say, taking advantage of Xiao He's re-transformation, the old doctor reminded Liu Ying with his vivid eyes: This is the last time Xiao He opened his eyes in this life...
"His Majesty······"

"His Majesty·········"

Two more murmurs made Liu Ying hurriedly leaned down again, and listened to the last words of the old prime minister and grand master with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Chen... Shi Zilu... Unbearable... Useful..."

"Waiting for the burial... Changling... Your Majesty... Enyun... Prince Yun..."

"Return to raise... seal the country..."

"Since... Chen... Burial..."

"Fanshaw...the Xiao family...after..."

"Not..."

"Reentry..."

"Chang'an..."

With the last bit of effort, Xiao He finally closed his eyes as if he was relieved after making this final confession.

A moment later, the entire Shangguanli was filled with low and mournful cries.

This night, Chang'an is doomed to stay awake all night;

That night, Liu Han lost his pillars and pillars;
That night, the young emperor hid in Weiyang Palace alone, washed his face with tears, and wept uncontrollably...

(End of this chapter)