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King Han Lang of Funing was dismissed from all his positions and placed under house arrest, awaiting his resignation.
The decree was concise and clear, and it was announced in less than a moment.
Han Lang knelt on the bluestone pavement. It was a little difficult to get up, but his hands were very steady when he received the order. He didn't say a word after getting up.
The father-in-law who sent the edict was obviously surprised. He stood there for a while and finally couldn't help but said, "Master, do you have nothing to say back to the Emperor?"
Han Lang tilted his head and said, "My father-in-law, what do you think I should say to the emperor?"
The father-in-law approached and came to Han Lang: "The emperor asked me to ask the Taifu, six years ago, the late Emperor was seriously ill. Did the Taifu ever write a memorial to the late Emperor, and as a result, a person's life was harmed?"
Han Lang was silent, looking at the imperial edict in his hand, and asked after a long time: "So, it is because of that memorial that the emperor issued this imperial edict and asked me to wait for it to be issued?"
The father-in-law paused and said: "How do the servants know the emperor's thoughts? If the master has anything to say, the servants can convey it to you."
"Then please return to the emperor, and I will accept the decree." Han Lang whispered, standing in the wind, and finally took the imperial decree and wiped the blood between his fingers.
The entire courtyard was filled with embarrassment, and no one said a word.
The old prince put his hand on his belly and started blinking after a while: "Han Lang, why is there blood on your hand?"
Han Lang then blinked: "That's because I just vomited blood."
"There is a solution to separation."
After everyone was silent again, the old prince suddenly said four more words, loud and clear.
"What are you talking about? There is a solution to the separation?" Han Lang's expression finally changed, and he stepped closer: "My lord, are you sure you are not joking?"
"What did I just say?" When Han Lang came closer, the old prince frowned, looked at his hand, and blinked: "Han Lang, why is there blood on your hand?"
A night without Han Lang is still a night, just longer than usual.
The emperor wrapped his clothes tightly, stretched his toes, and shrank tightly into the middle of the chair.
After a long time, it finally dawned. He saw Han Yan approaching slowly, stood still, and stood at the spot where Han Lang usually stood.
"Hail your Majesty." Han Yan saluted with a respectful gesture.
After all, he is not Han Lang.
With the same sentence, Han Lang didn't know how to salute, so he came up and held his cold feet, rubbing them against his palms.
The emperor decided, picked up the pen, and wrote on the paper: "Han Lang is still speechless?"
He couldn¡¯t speak, as his biggest secret was now handed over to Han Yan.
Judging from the gesture he made, he was determined to leave his Taifu Han and join others.
Han Yan lowered his head and took a step closer: "I wonder what the emperor wants Han Lang to say?"
The emperor was stunned.
Han Yan then sighed again: "I don't know what the emperor wants to do with Han Lang. How long does the emperor want him to wait for his fate?"
The emperor's smile slowly turned cold, and he wrote: "According to your opinion, should I give him a glass of poisonous wine?"
"Why not?" Han Yan suddenly raised his head and looked into the depths of the emperor: "Give him a glass of poisonous wine, and he will naturally reply. Maybe he doesn't care about his position or the emperor, but he doesn't necessarily care about his own life."
A glass of poisonous wine, dark in color, was carried on a tray to the Palace of the Prince of Funing the next day.
The person who came was Liu Rui, the general manager of the palace, who had a long-standing friendship with Han Lang. After announcing the decree, he bowed and said: "The emperor has something to say. If Han Taifu feels aggrieved, he wants to have a discussion with Taifu and his apprentice. He can give Taifu a chance and go there in person. Youzai Palace appeals to the emperor."
Han Lang was silent when he heard this, his long eyes were half-squinted, that half-smiling expression came back again, he clasped his five fingers together and held the small porcelain cup.
"Taifu, the emperor has something to say. If Taifu feels aggrieved, no one can force Taifu to accept the order." Liu Rui added hurriedly.
"I'm not wronged." Han Lang smiled, shook the thin wine in the cup, and brought it to his lips little by little.
"With bloody arrogance and domineering hands, King Funing Han Lang led to death without even the slightest grievance." He murmured: "I am not aggrieved, not even the slightest grievance."
"Taifu" Liu Rui on the other side was impatient, stamping his feet and lowering his voice: "Don't you understand the emperor's temper? You just need to lower your head, and that's not"
"Then please tell Eunuch Liu to tell the emperor that I don't want to bow my head this time."
¡°I am not wronged, I am only wronged by those days and nights, sixteen years, more than five thousand days and nights with each other.¡±
"Please." He raised the wine high and looked at the imperial city from a distance.He opened his eyes and never opened them again.
Hua Rong stepped forward to confirm that he had no pulse or breathing, and even his hands and feet were stiff. Taifu Han has indeed passed away.
The next day Han Yan also came to confirm. After walking around the coffin three times, he still had nothing to say.
Everyone then knew that King Funing¡¯s last wish was for Huarong to carry a fan with him in the coffin.
Of course, Han Yan asked: "Since the Taifu is so affectionate to you, what are your plans?"
Hua Rong naturally had no choice but to answer: "Hua Rong is willing to guard Taifu's soul and save his soul."
That¡¯s how it¡¯s settled.
Xining Gong Han Yan announced the emperor's decree. After Han Lang's death, he was conferred and his spiritual throne was enshrined in Delan Temple.
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On the third day, Hua Rong still felt pain in her waist. By midnight on the fourth day, it was gone. She could no longer feel her waist at all.
Today is the seventh day, and it is already late at night. Uncle Han's soul is about to be saved, and Hua Gui's mouth is wider than ever. He turns to Hua Rong and announces: "They said that you have to continue to keep vigil after kneeling for a long time. In the temple Keep it for three years.¡±
Hua Rong didn¡¯t have the strength, but still made a comparison with his gestures: ¡°Do you feel very happy and it suits your wishes?¡±
Hua Gui nodded quickly, grinning just behind his ears.
Hua Rong rolled his eyes and had no time to argue with him, so he continued to knock on the wooden fish.
After a long time, Huagui refused to leave and was still looking at him with interest. He had no choice but to abandon the wooden fish and look back: "Your Liuyun master is dead, aren't you sad for him? Why are you spending so much time staring at me and smiling stupidly?" .¡±
"Master, does your back hurt?" Hua Gui continued to grin. It was rare that he didn't reply. Instead, he asked, "Will your waist be useless in the future?"
Hua Rong blinked.
"It's good to be crippled. If you are crippled, you won't be able to make a living. Now I finally understand that Taifu Han is really a good man!"
After saying this, the noble man finally knelt down and happily went to prepare supper for Hua Rong.
The hall was finally quiet, and the hissing sound of burning incense could be heard.
Hua Rong moved, wanting to move to a different position, but failed.
Except for his waist, which is nowhere to be found, his legs are nowhere to be found now, and the feeling in the entire lower half has disappeared.
There is no choice but to stay where you are.
Someone was listening outside the door, and the wooden fish still had to be knocked. He began to try to sleep while knocking on the wooden fish.
When he was about to fall asleep, hot air blew against his ear. Someone behind him bit his earlobe.
Hua Rong turned around suddenly and saw no face, only a large black gold fan.
A large black gold fan that is larger than a human face plate, with elegant handwriting clearly written on it - joy in front of the palace.
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