There was chaos in Anfeng, the people were wailing, and the little officials unscrupulously held money, but they could not use the money themselves.
The people suddenly discovered that the imperial court was gone and had a new owner, but life did not get better.
The originally peaceful life was broken, and they began to sell their daughters, even their wives.
More old people die, some of them are looking for a horn to wait for death so as not to drag their children down.
Some were forced to die by their own children.
In the face of survival, everyone tore off that layer of skin.
A wife is not a wife, a husband is not a husband, and a child is not a child.
Anfeng was so chaotic that everyone was caught off guard. When Han Liner knew that the people were struggling, it was too late.
"How could this be?" Han Lin'er stood in front of Hong Xiu, his face flushed red, and his speech was a little unclear, "It's just a matter in the court! Why are you messing around! I give them salaries, they even the common people. Can't you manage it?! What kind of official is this!"
Han Liner wanted to be a wise ruler, but even if he couldn't, he couldn't be a foolish ruler or a tyrant.
That's why he is fighting for power, so that he has the ability to control the regime.
He was a little dazed, not knowing what he had done wrong.
Shouldn't Li Liu be promoted? But Liu Futong was powerful, and only covered the sky with one hand. If he didn't suppress it, Liu Futong didn't know what else he would do.
Shouldn't there be a balance of power between civil servants and generals
Han Liner closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. He was at a loss and didn't know where he was going wrong.
At this time, he could only confide in Hong Xiu.
He can't even go to the queen, he can't let the women in the harem see his weakness.
The women in the harem all had their backs to Liu Futong. They were all selected by Liu Futong, and it wasn't even Han Liner that they wanted to please first.
Han Liner's wife, courtiers, and servants were all chosen by Liu Futong.
Liu Futong controls everything he owns, and acts like an elder. He protects Han Liner on the throne, thinking that he has made great contributions. His arrogance and morbid desire for control make Han Liner live in fear all the time.
He was afraid that once Liu Futong found out that he could gain more power by overthrowing himself, would Liu Futong immediately raise a butcher's knife against him
Liu Futong was so capable, he was so capable that Han Liner was afraid.
And his ability is shown in too many aspects. Chaotang is his one word hall, and the generals listen to him. It seems that everyone knows Liu Futong, but no one knows Han Liner.
If Han Lin'er is not the emperor, maybe it's nothing, if he's a fool, maybe it's nothing.
But he is an emperor, and he wants to be a wise man.
Therefore, Liu Futong's "consideration" is simply "overreaching".
Hong Xiu hugged Han Lin'er from behind and said softly, "The courtier has the seat of the courtier, the emperor has the seat of the emperor, and the concubine has the seat of the concubine. Once you have a seat, the world will be at peace, and the people will be able to live a good life.”
Blue veins appeared on Han Lin'er's forehead: "You understand the truth, but they don't!"
"They just want to get more things from my hands! It's not enough to be an official! A small official wants to be a big official, a big official wants to be a king, and a king wants to be the emperor!"
"They are pressing step by step, but they say that I am cruel, and behind my back they say that I am stupid!"
Han Liner seems to have collapsed. He doesn't like beauty and enjoyment. He is close to the palace concubine just to leave his bloodline and complete the "mission" that an emperor should complete. He wants to appoint honest officials, and he wants his people to live a good life. , also wanted to be famous in the history, and when he died in the future, when he saw his father in the sky, he could also tell his father that he did not live up to his expectations.
But looking at the current situation, this expectation is destined to be lived up to.
Hongxiu's voice was so gentle that it dripped water: "Your Majesty, don't take anger with them, the ruler is weak and the minister is strong, the minister is strong and the ruler is weak, the slaves and servants heard the truth when they listened to the play, when the emperor stood up, they could only listen to the emperor. Yes, the emperor is righteous and wise, they will understand the emperor."
Han Liner didn't move, he lowered his eyes and thought.
Yes, he handed over the power to Liu Liu, looking forward to using Liu Liu's hand to suppress Liu Futong.
But this only made them fight more fiercely, and the entire court was harmed.
And he is the emperor, he naturally occupies a higher position, and it is more reasonable.
His purpose was never to make civil officials and military generals fight, nor to make the court look like a battlefield.
He wants to take back his imperial power, and then pass it on steadily.
"You're right." Han Lin'er turned around and hugged Hong Xiu. He kissed Hong Xiu's forehead, "Xiu'er is my Jie Yuhua. Without Xiu'er, I really don't know what to do."
Hong Xiu leaned on Han Lin'er's shoulder, closed her eyes and said, "As long as the emperor is good, the servants are fine. The emperor must take care of himself."
Han Liner: "I know."
Han Liner began to intervene in the government, but he soon discovered that Liu Futong was the only one who prevented him from taking power before, but now Liu Liu is also added.
He knew the reason for all this.
Liu Liu and Liu Futong both regarded him as a signboard, and both of them were fighting each other for this signboard.
At this time, the signboard suddenly said that they wanted to be in power, and they were not willing to hang it on the wall. Naturally, they had to quiet the signboard first.
No one listened to him.
Obviously their power comes from him.
But they regarded him as nothing.
Han Liner finally couldn't help it, and invited Liu Futong to the study, and the two talked for a long time all night.
Han Liner called him with the name he used to call him when he was a child: "Uncle, why?"
Liu Futong also looked at Han Liner, they had been together for so long, but at this time they 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 the feelings are very complicated. He once thought Liu Futong was a mountain, indestructible and made people feel safe. Now He felt that Liu Futong was a cliff blocking him. He was both afraid of his strength and eager to cross him.
Han Liner: "I'm the emperor, uncle, why can't I have what belongs to me?"
"You are still the Taishi Taibao, and you are still respected in the court." Han Liner clenched his fists when he said this. He felt humiliated. As an emperor, he actually asked his subjects to return the power to him in this way. .
This humiliation will be deeply imprinted in his bones and will never fade away.
But Liu Futong said: "Your Majesty, you want to call yourself me, but what you said just now, the minister does not understand."
"I don't understand?" Han Liner was angrily, "Teacher doesn't want to understand! Do you see what Anfeng is like today? What do you see the people like? , the businessman fled, is this Anfeng still Anfeng? Is my world still the world?!"
"The master has lived in the court for a long time! I'm afraid he has forgotten what the Yuan court did to the people, right?"
Han Lin'er: "It doesn't take long for me to see, in a few months, I don't know if there are still dragons and phoenixes in this world!"
Liu Futong's voice was very calm: "Then what does the emperor want? Let the minister take a step back and let the palm of the 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? Then Du Zundao is full of the words of saints, but what he does is the actions of the ministers, and he acts as a blessing in the military camp, why? The people are the emperor's people, and the soldiers are not the emperor's soldiers?"
"I'm withdrawing at this time, can the emperor still suppress Liu Liu?"
"At that time, Liu Liu holds the court and military power, who else will fight against him?"
"Zhen!" Han Lin'er said loudly, "You all forgot one thing, I am the emperor!"
"Zhen is the master of the court and the military camp. You don't remember this. You forget that your power is based on me!"
Han Liner suddenly closed her eyes: "I... forget about it too, uncle, if you didn't want me to be in power, then I shouldn't have made me emperor back then."
"Since you made me emperor, you shouldn't let me be in power."
Han Liner has his own hardships. He lives under the supervision of Liu Futong. He is an emperor but has no imperial power.
Only at this moment did Liu Futong face the young man in front of him.
He has grown up, and his body is tall and straight. Although there is still a childish look on his face, he vaguely has the air of a king.
Although young, he already understands that power means everything.
"Your Majesty, the minister has retired, how do you know that Liu Liu is willing to retire?" Liu Futong grinned, his smile full of ridicule, "At this stage, who else can retreat? Everyone has been involved, no matter who they are. Whoever loses wins, and if you don’t fight to the death, no one can stop, and if you stop at this time, all the previous efforts will be wasted.”
"Those officials, those petty officials, those eunuchs and concubines who colluded with the previous dynasty, who would be willing to retire?"
"Your Majesty, sometimes you start, but it doesn't mean you can control the direction."
When it was almost dawn, Liu Futong left the study.
Only Han Liner sat alone on the chair, his eyes had nowhere to go, his lips were tightly pressed, and he remained motionless.
At this moment, he no longer knew who to hate and who to blame.
People will pursue self-interest, no matter when, where, or what position they are in.
He can't control people's hearts.
Han Liner lay on the desk and buried her head in her arms.
The morning sun came in from the window and shone on his thin shoulders.
His body trembled slightly, and a low whimper echoed in the study.
What should he do
His subjects were busy fighting, his people were miserable, and the situation outside was difficult to control.
It was as if God was against him.
Han Liner raised her head and looked out the window, there were still wet tears on her face.
Father, what would you do if it were you
You look in the sky, do you feel that your son is incompetent
But my son... there is no other way.
Han Liner stood up and walked towards the door.