Nanhe University.
In the dormitory of the junior boys of the history department, three talented people were having a debate.
The stout and tall Wang He put one hand on the bed board of the upper bunk, bent down and stared at the computer screen, his eyes excitedly said: "If you ask me, Wei Qing is still the best. He made a name for himself when he was just starting out, and then he became stronger with each step, reaching the peak with each step. If Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty didn't dare to let him have military exploits, no one knows how far he could go..."
The very thin Zhang Bing sat on the chair in front of him. He shook his head and said: "I think it must be Huo Qubing. He is the one who made a blockbuster. At a young age, he can fight with swords and horses and overwhelm all enemies..."
Wang He shook his head repeatedly and said: "I admit that Xiao Huo is indeed strong, but you have to look at the results, impact and overall situation. Besides, has my flying general ever been defeated?"
"No, no," Zhang Bing shook his head repeatedly and said, "Wei Qing is too stable. Look at our Xiao Huo. He doesn't care about anything except what he does. If you don't accept it, I will chase you for two thousand miles. I won't care about your grasslands, Gobi deserts, and mountains. I will beat you." Arrived..."
Wang He blinked, suddenly turned his head, looked at the classmate on the chair next to him, and said, "Young Emperor, what do you think?"
Zhang Bing also turned his head and said: "Yes, Young Emperor, what do you think? Do you want to be Wei Qing or Huo Qubing?"
'Young Emperor' is a nickname because their classmate is called Liu Bian, who has the same name as the Young Emperor of the late Han Dynasty.
Liu Bian was holding a tablet in his hand and was writing the postgraduate entrance examination questions. He said motionlessly: "As long as I am here, you all are ministers. Kneel down!"
Wang He and Zhang Bing looked at Liu Bian, and then looked at each other.
Zhang Bing stood up, and Wang He clenched his fists loudly.
Liu Bian threw away the tablet, bent over and ran away.
But he was caught by Wang He in an instant, and Liu Bian shouted: "You rebellious ministers, do you want to rebel?"
Wang He grabbed Liu Bian and blocked him on the bed. Zhang Bing followed, held him down, and started punching and kicking him.
"Young Emperor, please wake up, you have been deposed!" Wang He pressed Liu Bian's hands and said fiercely.
"Besides, I, Huo Qubing, am hundreds of years older than you. I am the nephew of your ancestor, who is also an ancestor. Call me ancestor!" Zhang Bing waved his fists.
Liu Bian struggled hard and roared: "Come here, escort me! My imperial army! My twelve regular attendants, kill these two rebels for me!"
Zhang Bing and Wang He immediately sneered, went to bed and started to 'beat'.
But suddenly, Liu Bian stopped moving, and the two of them stopped suddenly, for fear of being too heavy-handed.
The two of them cautiously raised their heads and looked at Liu Bian's face.
Liu Bian slowly turned his head, looked at the two of them with sleepy eyes, and said blankly, "Who are you?"
Wang He had a gloomy expression and said: "Old Zhang, this guy is a bitch, don't be gentle, beat him to death!"
Zhang Bingbing snorted and said: "Don't we have no excuse to skip class tomorrow? We just said that we would take him to the hospital and we would stay with him in bed!"
The two men rushed forward again aggressively.
"There are assassins, please come and protect me..." Liu Bian shouted.
Zhang Bing and Wang He sneered more and more, and their attacks became even more severe.
…
at the same time.
Liu Bian opened his eyes in confusion, as if he had slept for a long time. He subconsciously wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and then was stunned. The hands in front of him were too white and tender.
Then, he saw that a large group of people were sitting in front of him, no, they were sitting on their knees, wearing strange costumes, all looking at him.
The environment here is like a small hall, antique.
"Am I dreaming because I was beaten?" Liu Bian whispered with a strange expression. Before he finished speaking, a woman's strange voice came from behind:
"Mother, Liu Xie is a concubine. He shouldn't come to such an occasion, right?"
Liu Bian turned his head when he heard the sound and saw two white curtains not far behind him, and he could vaguely see two women wrapped in silver.
"Hmph, the late emperor wanted to make his son Xie the emperor. This is well known to the court officials! This is the late emperor's last wish. Queen, you shouldn't appear here." This was a slightly older voice from another curtain.
"It's ridiculous! My son is the legitimate son. He is the crown prince of the East Palace and it is natural for him to inherit the throne. This is the rule set by our ancestors!"
The two women were still arguing, but Liu Bian's heart was filled with turmoil. He immediately lowered his head and began to think anxiously.
'Those two guys beat me to the end of Han Dynasty! ? In this situation, could it be that the Spirit Emperor just passed away? Have I really become the Young Emperor? '
Liu Bian was shocked. He kept calm and observed himself first.
He touched his face and found that it was fair and soft. There seemed to be a mole on the upper right side of his forehead. He had a body of fourteen or fifteen years old and was dressed in mourning clothes. He was sitting in front of the temple, facing south, kneeling on his knees.
Inside the palace, there were white sails and cloth everywhere, as if there was a funeral.
The hall was full of ministers kneeling, some bowed their heads, and some watched the two women arguing behind them with different expressions, whispering to each other from time to time.
Liu Bian already knew who the two women at the back were. The one in the west was Empress Dowager Dong and the one in the east was Empress He!
The situation before us is the battle for the throne after the death of Emperor Ling?
"I'll wait and see the Queen Mother, the Queen."
Suddenly, a group of more than ten people walked out of the side door, saluting Empress Dowager Dong and Empress He respectfully.
"Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong, what do you think? Does the late emperor want to make Prince Xie the crown prince and inherit the throne?" When Empress Dowager Dong saw these people, her tone suddenly became louder.
Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong... the Twelve Constant Attendants!
Liu Bian was excited: Yes, yes!
He did come to the end of Han Dynasty!
Liu Bian's heart was shocked and he couldn't help but stand up and turned his head to look.
Through the curtain on the west side, I could vaguely see Empress Dowager Dong with her high bun and a fierce expression.
Queen He in the east curtain looked angry and angry.
There were people standing in front of the west curtain. A slender middle-aged man smiled flatteringly and said to Empress Dowager Dong's curtain: "Back to Empress Dowager, you are right. The late emperor wanted to establish a prince-son association, which is known to both the government and the public."
After hearing this, Empress Dowager Dong said proudly: "Queen, did you hear it?"
Queen He snorted coldly and said: "Zhang Rang, I want to ask you whether my son is the current prince and deserves to inherit the throne?!"
Zhang Rang was startled, glanced at Empress Dowager Dong's curtain, and said, "What the empress said... is correct."
Empress Dowager Dong stood up suddenly and shouted: "I am the empress dowager of the current dynasty and the late emperor's legitimate mother. I have the final say on who to establish! Jian Shuo, Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong!"
When Liu Bian heard what Empress Dowager Dong said, his heart jumped as if instinctively.
Is this going to be changed?
He didn't know what to say for a moment, and turned to look at the ministers kneeling in the palace.
The two palaces were fighting, and none of the courtiers present spoke. It seemed to Liu Bian that they all bowed their heads.
Liu Bian looked at this situation and couldn't help but start to worry. He was confused about the current situation. He didn't know anyone, let alone what to say.
"The villain is here."
When Liu Bian was in panic, twelve regular attendants including Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong, Guo Sheng, Jian Shuo, etc. all responded to the order.
Liu Bian immediately frowned and clenched his fists unconsciously.
He suddenly remembered that the twelve permanent servants were eunuchs, and the eunuchs and the relatives' forces headed by He Jin had been fighting to the death. Now, if he succeeds to the throne, as his uncle's general, He Jin, his power will surely increase greatly!
For the Twelve Constant Attendants, this is a dead end!
Therefore, the Twelve Constant Attendants were unwilling to let him succeed to the throne, but manipulated Liu Xie, who had been raised by Empress Dowager Dong, to succeed to the throne.
So where to go?
Liu Bian looked around.
With the support of the twelve permanent attendants, Empress Dowager Dong was immediately confident. She stood in front of the curtain with a majestic look on her face and said, "I..."
Liu Bian secretly gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and kept looking at the door outside the palace.
If He Jin didn't come, he would have to give it a try.
"Wait!"
Suddenly, there was a loud shout outside the palace door, followed by the sound of dense footsteps.
A middle-aged man with a fleshy face, a fierce expression, and bell-like eyes appeared at the door. He looked in front of him coldly, not knowing who he was looking at. He held a sword in his hand and strode in. There were many armored men behind him. The soldiers and the imperial troops came straight to the front.
Empress Dowager Dong stopped talking for a moment and stopped talking.
'coming! '
Liu Bian stared at He Jin closely and slowly sat back on his knees.
Without looking at anyone, He Jin came to Liu Bian, took out a black robe from the person behind him, and put it directly on Liu Bian.
He Jin retreated, knelt down on the ground, and said in a ferocious and expressionless voice: "I see your Majesty, long live your Majesty!"
"I am waiting to see your majesty. Long live your majesty!"
As soon as He Jin finished speaking, the courtiers who were kneeling in silence in the hall all fell to the ground and shouted loudly.
They were all civil servants, and although some of them disdained He Jin, who was born a butcher, at this time, they stood on the side of "righteousness" and supported Prince Liu Bian's succession to the throne.
Seeing all the ministers kneeling in obeisance, Empress Dowager Dong was so angry that she couldn't speak. She was so angry and resentful that she backed away and sat back.
Queen He was naturally overjoyed and thought to herself that she was indeed a biological brother who would protect her family in critical moments.
On the other hand, Zhang Rang, Zhao Zhong, Jian Shuo and other twelve regular attendants had faces that were both ugly and frightened, and they looked at each other with cold eyes.
They are eunuchs, dependent on the emperor, and with the emperor's favor, they can do whatever they want. When Emperor Ling was around, even the powerful general He Jin could compete with him without falling behind.
But now, the new emperor will be He Jin's nephew, will they still have a way to survive?
As the ministers knelt down and shouted, the twelve permanent attendants quietly retreated and exited through the side door.
Liu Bian felt relieved, but it was the first time for him to see such a scene with so many people kneeling down together.
Especially because he didn't know what he should do next and what the succession process would be, so he could only let the officials roar and then return to silence.
After a long time, the courtiers did not wait for the words "all ministers are equal", and some quietly raised their heads to observe Liu Bian.
At this time, He Jin suddenly knelt straight, his face trembled, and his eyes showed murderous intent and said loudly: "The rule has been decided, and there is no room for mischief! Your Majesty, please return to Jingfu Hall, and I will prepare for the next ceremony."
What He Jin said was not a request for instructions, but an arrangement, full of doubts.
Immediately, a sallow-faced, thin Xiao Huangmen, with his head lowered, trotted over, helped Liu Bian up, and even pulled him back.
Liu Bian's brows jumped, and he had a bad feeling in his heart, and then he remembered something.
General He Jin planned to kill the eunuchs, but was killed by the eunuchs. Then Dong Zhuo came to Beijing, forced him to death, and established Liu Xie!
When Liu Bian thought of this, his scalp suddenly became numb. As he walked back, he was thinking of countermeasures.
After walking a few steps, I vaguely heard whispers behind me.
"Now that Your Majesty is in his rightful place, you can take your time to figure it out."
"If the twelve permanent servants are not eliminated, what can we do? The current plan is to get rid of these eunuchs!"
"Be careful what you say at first, and we'll talk about it later."
"This is not the place to talk. Later, we and Meng De will go to the general's residence to discuss the matter in a long term!"
"A true king must eliminate thieves without leaving any one behind!"
"Yes, yes, let's go, let's go!"
Liu Bian listened with surprise and doubt in his heart.
