There was chaos in Anfeng, and the people wailed. The little officials were holding money unscrupulously, but they couldn't use the money themselves. They had to supply it to their superiors, and the superiors would provide more superiors, so they had to extend their hands to the people.
The common people suddenly discovered that the court was gone and changed to a new owner, but life was not getting better.
The originally peaceful life was broken, and they began to sell their daughters, even their wives.
Older people die more, some of them do not drag their children to find a horn Gada to die.
Some were forced to die by their own children.
In front of survival, everyone tore off that layer of skin.
Wife or wife, husband or husband, son or son.
Anfeng was so chaotic that everyone was caught off guard. When Han Lin'er knew that the people were no longer living, it was already too late.
"How could this happen?" Han Lin'er stood in front of Red Sleeve, his face flushed, and his speech was a little unclear. "It's just a matter of the court! Why are you messing up with me! I pay them a salary, they even the people. Isn't it okay?! What kind of official is this!"
Han Lin'er wants to be a Mingjun, even if he can't, he can't become a faint monarch or a tyrant.
That's why he is fighting for power to give himself the ability to control the power.
He was a little at a loss, not knowing what he had done wrong.
Shouldn't Li Liu be promoted? But Liu Fu is so powerful that he only covers the sky with his hands. If he doesn't suppress it, Liu Futong doesn't know what else he will do.
Shouldn't the power between civil officials and military generals be balanced?
Han Lin'er closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He was at a loss and didn't know where he was wrong.
At this moment, he could only confide to Hong Xiu.
He couldn't even go to the queen, he couldn't let the women in the harem see his weakness.
The women in the harem all had Liu Futong with their backs, and they were all selected by Liu Futong. The first thing they wanted to please was not even Han Lin'er.
Han Lin'er's wife, courtiers, and servants were all selected by Liu Futong.
Liu Futong controlled everything about him and was still holding the air of his elders. He guarded Han Lin'er to the throne, thinking that he was the most important person. His arrogance and morbid desire for control made Han Lin'er live in fear all the time.
He was afraid that once Liu Futong realized that he could gain greater power by overthrowing himself, would Liu Futong immediately raise his butcher knife at him?
Liu Futong was so capable, he was so capable that Han Lin'er was terrified.
Moreover, his ability is manifested in too many ways. Chaotang is his one-liner, and the generals listen to him. It seems that everyone knows Liu Futong, but no one knows Han Lin'er.
If Han Lin'er is not the emperor, maybe this is nothing, if he is a faint monarch, maybe this is nothing.
But he was the emperor, and he wanted to be a king.
Therefore, Liu Futong's "consideration" is a blatant "ultraviolence".
Red sleeves hugged Han Lin'er from behind, and whispered: "The courtier has the seat of the courtier, the emperor has the seat of the emperor, and the imperial concubine has the seat of the imperial concubine. No one should cross the line, isn't it all right? Wait for everyone to find their own. With a seat, the world will be peaceful, and the people will be able to live a good life."
Han Lin'er's forehead is full of blue veins: "You understand the truth, but they don't understand it!"
"They just want to get more things out of my hands! It's not enough to be an official! A small official wants to be a high official, a high official wants to be a king, and a king who is sealed wants to be the emperor!"
"They press on every step of the way, but they say I am cruel, and behind the scenes that I am faint!"
Han Lin'er seems to have collapsed. He doesn't like beauty or enjoyment. He is close to the imperial concubine and just wants to leave blood and complete the "task" that an emperor should complete. He wants to appoint upright officials, and he wants his people to live a good life. He also wants to stay in the history, and later die, and seeing his father in the sky, he can also tell his father that he has lived up to his expectations.
But looking at the current situation, this expectation is destined to be disappointed.
The red sleeves' voice was gentle and dripping out: "The emperor, don't breathe with them, the ruler is weak and the ruler is strong, the ruler is strong, the ruler is weak, the servants and maidservants listen to the truth when they heard the drama, and the emperor stands up, they can only listen to the emperor. Yes, the emperor has great righteousness and a wise king, they will understand the emperor."
Han Lin'er didn't move, he looked down and thought.
Yes, he handed over the power to Liu Liu, hoping to use Liu Liu's hand to press Liu Futong.
But this just made them fight harder, and the whole court was harmed.
And he is the emperor, he naturally occupies a higher position, and it makes more sense.
His goal was never to make civilian officials and military commanders fight, nor to make the court like a battlefield.
He wanted to take back his imperial power and pass it on safely.
"You're right." Han Lin'er turned around and hugged Red Sleeve. He kissed Red Sleeve's forehead. "Xiu'er is my interpreter. Without Xiu'er, I really don't know what to do."
Hong Xiu leaned on Han Lin'er's shoulder and closed his eyes and said, "As long as the emperor is good, the slave and maidservant are fine. The emperor must take care of his body."
Han Lin'er: "I know."
Han Lin'er began to intervene in political affairs, but he soon discovered that Liu Futong was the only one who prevented him from gaining power before, but now Liu Liu has been added.
He knows the cause of all this.
Both Liu Liu and Liu Futong regarded him as a signboard, and both of them were fighting each other for this signboard.
At this moment, the signboard suddenly said that he wanted to be in power, and he was unwilling to hang it on the wall again, so they naturally wanted to calm down the signboard first.
No one listened to him.
Obviously their power comes from him.
But they saw him as nothing.
Han Lin'er finally couldn't help it, and invited Liu Futong to the study, and the two had a long conversation all night.
Han Lin'er called him as a child: "Uncle, why?"
Liu Futong also looked at Han Lin'er. It was obvious that they had been together for so long, but at this time they all felt strange to each other.
"Uncle, I'm not a child anymore." Han Lin'er looked directly into Liu Futong's eyes. It is true that he has feelings for Liu Futong, but this feeling is very complicated. He once thought that Liu Futong was a mountain, indestructible, and felt safe. Now He felt that Liu Futong was blocking his cliff. He was afraid of his strength and eager to cross him.
Han Lin'er: "I am the emperor, uncle, why can't I have what belongs to me?"
"You are still the Taishi Taibao, and the court still respects you." When Han Lin'er said this, he clenched his fist, and he felt humiliated. As an emperor, he actually asked his courtier to return the power to himself in this way. .
This humiliation will be imprinted in his bones and will never fade away.
But Liu Futong said: "The emperor, you have to call yourself me. You just didn't understand what you said."
"Don't understand?" Han Lin'er was anxious, "Master Tai doesn't want to understand! Do you see what Anfeng is like today? What is it like to see the people? The people don't have a living, and mourning is everywhere! The people sell their daughters. , The merchant fled, is this Anfeng still Anfeng? Is my world still the world?!"
"Tai Shi has been living in the court for a long time! I am afraid that you have forgotten what the Yuan court did to the people?"
Han Lin'er: "I don't need time. In a few months, I don't know if there are any dragons and phoenixes in this world!"
Liu Futong's voice was very calm: "What does the emperor want? Let the minister step back and let the vertical hand hold the power? The emperor, the minister has been loyal to the Han family since the first emperor, how did the emperor repay the minister? Du Zundao was full of the words of the saints, but he did what the servants did and dominate the barracks. Why? The people are the people of the emperor, and the soldiers are not the soldiers of the emperor?"
"I retired at this time, can the emperor still suppress Liu Liu?"
"At that time, Liu Liu will be in control of the court and military power. Who else will fight him?"
"I!" Han Lin'er said loudly, "You all forgot a little, I am the emperor!"
"I am the master of the court and the barracks. You don't remember this. You forgot that your power was born on me!"
Han Lin'er suddenly closed her eyes: "I...I almost forgot, uncle, if you didn't want me to be in power, you shouldn't have made me the emperor back then."
"Since you have made me the emperor, you shouldn't let me be in power."
Han Lin'er had his sufferings. He lived under Liu Futong's supervision. He was an emperor but had no imperial power.
Only now did Liu Futong look squarely at the youth in front of him.
He has grown up, his body is tall and straight, and although his face is still childish, he has a vaguely kingly air.
Although young, he already understood that power represents everything.
"The emperor, the minister has retired, how did you know that Liu Liu was willing to retreat?" Liu Futong grinned, his smile was full of sarcasm, "At this point, who else can retreat? Everyone is involved, no matter what. Whoever loses or wins, if you don't fight, no one can stop. When you stop, all the previous efforts will be abandoned."
"Those officials, those little officials, those eunuchs and concubines who colluded with the previous dynasty, who would be willing to retire?"
"My lord, sometimes you start your head, it doesn't mean you can control it."
When it was almost dawn, Liu Futong left the study.
Only Han Lin'er was sitting on the chair alone, his eyes were not resting, his lips pressed tightly, motionless.
At this moment, he no longer knew who to hate and who to blame.
People will pursue self-interest, no matter when, where, and where they are.
He can't control people's hearts.
Han Lin'er lay on the bookcase and buried his head in his arms.
The morning sun was drawn in from outside the window and spilled on his thin shoulders.
His body trembled slightly, and his whimper echoed in the study room.
What should he do?
His courtiers were busy fighting, and his people couldn't bear it, and the situation outside was hard to control.
It seems that God is fighting against him.
Han Lin'er raised his head and looked out the window. There were still tears on his face.
Father, if it were you, what would you do?
Do you think your son is incompetent when you look in the sky?
But son... there is no way.
Han Lin'er stood up and walked outside the door.
There was chaos in Anfeng, and the people wailed. The little officials were holding money unscrupulously, but they couldn't use the money themselves. They had to supply it to their superiors, and the superiors would provide more superiors, so they had to extend their hands to the people.
The common people suddenly discovered that the court was gone and changed to a new owner, but life was not getting better.
The originally peaceful life was broken, and they began to sell their daughters, even their wives.
Older people die more, some of them do not drag their children to find a horn Gada to die.
Some were forced to die by their own children.
In front of survival, everyone tore off that layer of skin.
Wife or wife, husband or husband, son or son.
Anfeng was so chaotic that everyone was caught off guard. When Han Lin'er knew that the people were no longer living, it was already too late.
"How could this happen?" Han Lin'er stood in front of Red Sleeve, his face flushed, and his speech was a little unclear. "It's just a matter of the court! Why are you messing up with me! I pay them a salary, they even the people. Isn't it okay?! What kind of official is this!"
Han Lin'er wants to be a Mingjun, even if he can't, he can't become a faint monarch or a tyrant.
That's why he is fighting for power to give himself the ability to control the power.
He was a little at a loss, not knowing what he had done wrong.
Shouldn't Li Liu be promoted? But Liu Fu is so powerful that he only covers the sky with his hands. If he doesn't suppress it, Liu Futong doesn't know what else he will do.
Shouldn't the power between civil officials and military generals be balanced?
Han Lin'er closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He was at a loss and didn't know where he was wrong.
At this moment, he could only confide to Hong Xiu.
He couldn't even go to the queen, he couldn't let the women in the harem see his weakness.
The women in the harem all had Liu Futong with their backs, and they were all selected by Liu Futong. The first thing they wanted to please was not even Han Lin'er.
Han Lin'er's wife, courtiers, and servants were all selected by Liu Futong.
Liu Futong controlled everything about him and was still holding the air of his elders. He guarded Han Lin'er to the throne, thinking that he was the most important person. His arrogance and morbid desire for control made Han Lin'er live in fear all the time.
He was afraid that once Liu Futong realized that he could gain greater power by overthrowing himself, would Liu Futong immediately raise his butcher knife at him?
Liu Futong was so capable, he was so capable that Han Lin'er was terrified.
Moreover, his ability is manifested in too many ways. Chaotang is his one-liner, and the generals listen to him. It seems that everyone knows Liu Futong, but no one knows Han Lin'er.
If Han Lin'er is not the emperor, maybe this is nothing, if he is a faint monarch, maybe this is nothing.
But he was the emperor, and he wanted to be a king.
Therefore, Liu Futong's "consideration" is a blatant "ultraviolence".
Red sleeves hugged Han Lin'er from behind, and whispered: "The courtier has the seat of the courtier, the emperor has the seat of the emperor, and the imperial concubine has the seat of the imperial concubine. No one should cross the line, isn't it all right? Wait for everyone to find their own. With a seat, the world will be peaceful, and the people will be able to live a good life."
Han Lin'er's forehead is full of blue veins: "You understand the truth, but they don't understand it!"
"They just want to get more things out of my hands! It's not enough to be an official! A small official wants to be a high official, a high official wants to be a king, and a king who is sealed wants to be the emperor!"
"They press on every step of the way, but they say I am cruel, and behind the scenes that I am faint!"
Han Lin'er seems to have collapsed. He doesn't like beauty or enjoyment. He is close to the imperial concubine and just wants to leave blood and complete the "task" that an emperor should complete. He wants to appoint upright officials, and he wants his people to live a good life. He also wants to stay in the history, and later die, and seeing his father in the sky, he can also tell his father that he has lived up to his expectations.
But looking at the current situation, this expectation is destined to be disappointed.
The red sleeves' voice was gentle and dripping out: "The emperor, don't breathe with them, the ruler is weak and the ruler is strong, the ruler is strong, the ruler is weak, the servants and maidservants listen to the truth when they heard the drama, and the emperor stands up, they can only listen to the emperor. Yes, the emperor has great righteousness and a wise king, they will understand the emperor."
Han Lin'er didn't move, he looked down and thought.
Yes, he handed over the power to Liu Liu, hoping to use Liu Liu's hand to press Liu Futong.
But this just made them fight harder, and the whole court was harmed.
And he is the emperor, he naturally occupies a higher position, and it makes more sense.
His goal was never to make civilian officials and military commanders fight, nor to make the court like a battlefield.
He wanted to take back his imperial power and pass it on safely.
"You're right." Han Lin'er turned around and hugged Red Sleeve. He kissed Red Sleeve's forehead. "Xiu'er is my interpreter. Without Xiu'er, I really don't know what to do."
Hong Xiu leaned on Han Lin'er's shoulder and closed his eyes and said, "As long as the emperor is good, the slave and maidservant are fine. The emperor must take care of his body."
Han Lin'er: "I know."
Han Lin'er began to intervene in political affairs, but he soon discovered that Liu Futong was the only one who prevented him from gaining power before, but now Liu Liu has been added.
He knows the cause of all this.
Both Liu Liu and Liu Futong regarded him as a signboard, and both of them were fighting each other for this signboard.
At this moment, the signboard suddenly said that he wanted to be in power, and he was unwilling to hang it on the wall again, so they naturally wanted to calm down the signboard first.
No one listened to him.
Obviously their power comes from him.
But they saw him as nothing.
Han Lin'er finally couldn't help it, and invited Liu Futong to the study, and the two had a long conversation all night.
Han Lin'er called him as a child: "Uncle, why?"
Liu Futong also looked at Han Lin'er. It was obvious that they had been together for so long, but at this time they all felt strange to each other.
"Uncle, I'm not a child anymore." Han Lin'er looked directly into Liu Futong's eyes. It is true that he has feelings for Liu Futong, but this feeling is very complicated. He once thought that Liu Futong was a mountain, indestructible, and felt safe. Now He felt that Liu Futong was blocking his cliff. He was afraid of his strength and eager to cross him.
Han Lin'er: "I am the emperor, uncle, why can't I have what belongs to me?"
"You are still the Taishi Taibao, and the court still respects you." When Han Lin'er said this, he clenched his fist, and he felt humiliated. As an emperor, he actually asked his courtier to return the power to himself in this way. .
This humiliation will be imprinted in his bones and will never fade away.
But Liu Futong said: "The emperor, you have to call yourself me. You just didn't understand what you said."
"Don't understand?" Han Lin'er was anxious, "Master Tai doesn't want to understand! Do you see what Anfeng is like today? What is it like to see the people? The people don't have a living, and mourning is everywhere! The people sell their daughters. , The merchant fled, is this Anfeng still Anfeng? Is my world still the world?!"
"Tai Shi has been living in the court for a long time! I am afraid that you have forgotten what the Yuan court did to the people?"
Han Lin'er: "I don't need time. In a few months, I don't know if there are any dragons and phoenixes in this world!"
Liu Futong's voice was very calm: "What does the emperor want? Let the minister step back and let the vertical hand hold the power? The emperor, the minister has been loyal to the Han family since the first emperor, how did the emperor repay the minister? Du Zundao was full of the words of the saints, but he did what the servants did and dominate the barracks. Why? The people are the people of the emperor, and the soldiers are not the soldiers of the emperor?"
"I retired at this time, can the emperor still suppress Liu Liu?"
"At that time, Liu Liu will be in control of the court and military power. Who else will fight him?"
"I!" Han Lin'er said loudly, "You all forgot a little, I am the emperor!"
"I am the master of the court and the barracks. You don't remember this. You forgot that your power was born on me!"
Han Lin'er suddenly closed her eyes: "I...I almost forgot, uncle, if you didn't want me to be in power, you shouldn't have made me the emperor back then."
"Since you have made me the emperor, you shouldn't let me be in power."
Han Lin'er had his sufferings. He lived under Liu Futong's supervision. He was an emperor but had no imperial power.
Only now did Liu Futong look squarely at the youth in front of him.
He has grown up, his body is tall and straight, and although his face is still childish, he has a vaguely kingly air.
Although young, he already understood that power represents everything.
"The emperor, the minister has retired, how did you know that Liu Liu was willing to retreat?" Liu Futong grinned, his smile was full of sarcasm, "At this point, who else can retreat? Everyone is involved, no matter what. Whoever loses or wins, if you don't fight, no one can stop. When you stop, all the previous efforts will be abandoned."
"Those officials, those little officials, those eunuchs and concubines who colluded with the previous dynasty, who would be willing to retire?"
"My lord, sometimes you start your head, it doesn't mean you can control it."
When it was almost dawn, Liu Futong left the study.
Only Han Lin'er was sitting on the chair alone, his eyes were not resting, his lips pressed tightly, motionless.
At this moment, he no longer knew who to hate and who to blame.
People will pursue self-interest, no matter when, where, and where they are.
He can't control people's hearts.
Han Lin'er lay on the bookcase and buried his head in his arms.
The morning sun was drawn in from outside the window and spilled on his thin shoulders.
His body trembled slightly, and his whimper echoed in the study room.
What should he do?
His courtiers were busy fighting, and his people couldn't bear it, and the situation outside was hard to control.
It seems that God is fighting against him.
Han Lin'er raised his head and looked out the window. There were still tears on his face.
Father, if it were you, what would you do?
Do you think your son is incompetent when you look in the sky?
But son... there is no way.
Han Lin'er stood up and walked outside the door.
