In the sixth year of Chuping, in mid-June, Nanshan Tower Temple.

It was midsummer and Guanzhong was hot. Although there was no serious drought as last year, it had not rained a lot since the beginning of summer. The emperor accepted the advice of the minister and moved to the mountains to escape the summer heat early. There was water source in the south mountain, and military farms were built at the foot of the mountain. The mountains were cooler, and it was more convenient than in the city whether they were living or eating. When it was cool in the morning and evening, you could also ride horses and practice swords and martial arts.

But the news came slowly. If there was an urgent matter, the emperor needed to make a decision immediately. Situ Shisun Rui and Shangshu Ling Zhong Yao would send a letter by fast horse. If there was no urgent matter, a mail truck would come from Chang'an in two to three days, bringing news from all directions. These news came from a long distance and had been delayed for many days, and it would have nothing to do if it was slowed down for two or three days.

On the rooftop, the emperor was wearing a close-fitting warrior uniform and was practicing swords with Shi A, with every move in a good manner. Wang Yue stood aside, watching the emperor and Shi Yue practiced against each other, with a bit of awe in his eyes. The emperor had extraordinary understanding, and in just one year, his sword skills had been achieved. If he could practice swords like Shi A, it would be entirely possible to surpass Shi A, or even surpass him.

"Ding--" With a crisp long whisper, the sword tips of the two swords touched lightly, and the emperor and Shi A took a step back at the same time. Shi A held the hilt of the sword and bowed to the emperor. The emperor bowed slightly and handed the sword to Cao Pi beside him. Cao Pi returned the sword to the sheath and hugged it in his arms. King Hongnong Wang came over with two palace maids. One palace maid held a kettle in his hand, and the other was holding a hand towel in his hand. Tang soaked the hand towel in the water, twisted it half dry, and handed it to the emperor. The emperor took it but did not wipe his sweat. He looked at the hand towel and frowned slightly.

"Is this a white stack? Where did it come from?"

Tang smiled and said, "It's from Yizhou."

The emperor responded, his color slowed down and slowly wiped the sweat from his face. "When did Yizhou have white cloth?"

"It is said that Cao Yizhou got some seeds from Tianzhu and tried them in Yizhou, and the harvest was pretty good."

The emperor nodded, wiped his face, spread his arms, slowly moved, walking back and forth on the stage, relaxing his body. Tang was about to turn around and leave, but the emperor said again: "Sister-in-law, I'll let you come later, prepare some food."

Tang's eyes lit up, responded, turned around and left. The emperor saw it clearly and laughed. Tang's hearing it clearly, but he didn't look back. The wind blew under his feet, and he disappeared when he turned to the corner. Wang Yue and Shi A looked at each other and couldn't help but smile. Shi A was Xun Yu's guard and knew the feelings between Xun Yu and Tang's. The emperor treated Xun Yu as both a teacher and a friend, like a father and a brother. Not only did he not object, but he often created opportunities to meet them. It might be a pure heart or a means to win over Xun Yu. They dared not guess what it was.

The emperor turned around twice, looked at the distance, and saw that there was no one on the post road, so he returned to the house and sat in front of the desk. There were piles of books, including books, silk books, paper scrolls, and several novel binding books, all wrapped in blue cloth bags, with different bone marks hanging on them, and they were arranged neatly. The emperor glanced and frowned slightly.

"Who has been here?"

The waiter Wang Ling walked over quickly. "Go back to Your Majesty, it's the noble man Fu. She said that Your Majesty agreed, so..."

The emperor waved his hand and said nothing more. The emperor took a book called "Salt and Iron Theory" and read it. The pages were full of annotations, all of which were flies in small regular script, neat and elegant. Wang Ling took a look and couldn't help but praise: "Your Majesty's calligraphy has the temperament of Zhong Lingjun, which is simply true."

The emperor smiled and responded without comment. Wang Ling understood and prepared his pen and ink, cinnabar, and quietly stepped aside. The emperor quickly became stunning, holding a book in one hand and tapping on the table with the other hand. The rhythm was sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes heavy and sometimes paused for a while, and sometimes he stopped moving, sometimes two or three times in a row. Then the emperor would put down the book, pick up the pen, write down the annotations, either long or short, or like or no.

After a while, the sound of brisk footsteps sounded outside the door, and Xun Yu walked in quickly. The door darkened and a faint fragrance came to his face. The emperor sniffed, suddenly woke up, looked up, and quickly got up.

"Lingjun is here. Look at me, I was immersed in my mind for a moment, but I didn't notice it..."

"Your Majesty has the heart to read, and his virtues are successful, so I feel comforted." Xun Yu bowed and bowed. He glanced at the book on the desk. "Your Majesty is still reading this book? Have you been the third time?"

"Fifth time." The emperor raised his hand and shook it in front of Xun Yu. "But the more you look at the problems, the more you are waiting for Lingjun to come and ask for advice."

Xun Yu smiled slightly. "Since Your Majesty is so interested, why not recruit those who come to the court and serve the court? Your Majesty would like to ask for help every day?"

The emperor was slightly stunned and then blinked. "Can he come?"

Xun Yu smiled and said, "If you don't come, it will be harmless to Your Majesty. If you come, it will be of great benefit. Your Majesty, what do you think?"

The emperor smiled and led Xun Yu to the table. The two of them sat opposite each other across the desk. The emperor was about to repel Wang Ling and others, but Xun Yu stopped him with his eyes. The emperor understood and stretched out his hand that had just raised to the water cup on the desk, touched it, and said, "The slurry is warm, so it's cold."

Wang Ling responded and turned around and went out. The emperor looked at Xun Yu and smiled. "Why, Yuan Shao was defeated?"

Xun Yu nodded and sighed softly. "Not only was he defeated, but he was also dead."

"Die?" The emperor was stunned, his eyes turned, and asked, "How did he die?"

"When fighting in Guandu, Sun Ce was attacked by the enemy in the battle and was seriously injured. He was seriously injured when he retreated across the river. The specific information was still on the way, and it would probably take several days to arrive. However..." Xun Yu's smile dissipated, showing a little concern. "When Yuan Shao retreated from Guandu, Sun Ce sent the general Lu Su to Luoyang. According to the time period, Lu Su should have arrived in Luoyang City at this moment. The Grand Marshal... I'm afraid he can't catch up."

The emperor frowned slightly and smacked his lips. "A step slower. Lingjun, what do you mean by Sun Ce? Luoyang is the old capital. He seized Luoyang and defeated Yuan Shao. He thought he was invincible in the world. Do you want to ask the Han Ding?"

Xun Yu shook his head. "I dare not assert for a moment. Sun Ce has no certain rules in his actions, so it is difficult to speculate whether he will defeat Yuan Shao and think that he is invincible. He has the intention to win the Han Dynasty. It is not advisable to make a decision easily before getting the exact news. However, there is no doubt that he has some dissatisfaction with the court."

The emperor's eyes flashed. "Because the case of Guo Yi and others is delayed?"

"This may be one of the reasons, but it is not the key. Sun Ce understands that Yuan Shao is the mastermind of the forgery of edicts. Before he defeats Yuan Shao, there will be no clear result in the forgery of edicts. By the time he defeats Yuan Shao, everything will come naturally."

"Then...what else?"

Xun Yu raised his head and looked directly at the emperor. The emperor was puzzled by him. At this time, Wang Ling walked in with the changed fruit pulp, knelt on the side, and placed the bottle and cup on the table together. He was very careful and slow, both as if he was slow in his hand and deliberately delaying time. Xun Yu glanced at him and said, "Your Majesty, it was Huang Zhong who captured Luoyang, but Lu Su who entered Luoyang. Your Majesty thought this was why?"
Chapter completed!