Chapter 227 Emperor Collapse

Liu Yu covered his mouth and nose, trying to stop the bleeding.

But at this moment, the blood was gushing like a fountain, constantly flowing out from between the fingers, and half of the body was dyed red in an instant.

As the blood spurted out, Liu Yu's body couldn't help but tremble, and the countless pains from previous years seemed to explode at this moment.

Liu Yu's body surged wildly on the bed, and he fell heavily onto the bed without paying attention.

"His Majesty?"

Kuai En has been responsible for the escort task around Liu Yu, and today he was appointed to lead the troops on the expedition, so he came early to wait outside Liu Yu's army tent.

It was only a few loud noises inside Liu Yu's tent that aroused Kuai En's suspicion. In addition, since he was a close minister, there was no need to inform him. He immediately lifted the tent with his big hand and walked into the military tent.

But what he saw was the scene he least wanted to see in his life.

"His Majesty!"

Kuai En hurriedly ran to Liu Yu's side, looking at Liu Yu who was covered in blood and was at a loss.

"Healer! Healer!"

Quin shouted, and the military tents around him became agitated.

The first one to rush in was Liu Yifu, who was closest to Liu Yu's position.

The first time he saw Liu Yu, he was shocked and stood at the entrance of the military tent.

As more and more people came towards Liu Yujun's tent, Liu Yifu realized what he was doing. He immediately stood guard at the entrance of Liu Yujun's tent wearing armor and holding a sword.

"Don't panic! It's just that my father suffered from the cold, so he summoned the doctor! You all should retreat and don't make any noise! ​​To avoid causing any accidents!"

Whether everyone believes it or not, Liu Yifu is guarding the tent door at this moment, not letting anyone pass.

After a while, the doctor came in a hurry. After Liu Yifu let him in, he still didn't allow anyone else to get close to the military tent.

Liu Yu's staff, headed by Xie Hui, were crowded at the entrance of Liu Yujun's tent, and they all became suspicious.

It wasn't until after the tea was made that Liu Yu's powerful voice came out from the military tent: "I'm in peace! Everyone, please stand down!"

After confirming that it was Liu Yu's own voice, the others were relieved. Even if they still had doubts, they did not dare to speak out and retreated one after another.

And Liu Yifu was finally able to enter the military tent.

I saw that Liu Yu had stopped bleeding from his mouth and nose under the care of the doctor, and was currently cleaning the blood on his face with the help of Quin.

But the large amount of blood on his body and the ground told Liu Yifu——

Liu Yu is not good, very bad.

"The chariot soldiers..."

Seeing Liu Yifu come in, Liu Yu called out weakly, not at all as energetic as he had just shouted.

"Father."

Liu Yifu stepped forward, dropped his sword and knelt down in front of Liu Yu, with tears in his eyes flowing down uncontrollably.

Liu Yu wanted to raise his hand to comfort Liu Yifu, but he no longer had the strength to raise his hand at this time.

"Don't cry."

"Everyone is mortal..."

At this time, Liu Yu finally let go of his pride and obsession.

He could already feel the chill from death completely surrounding him.

At this moment, Liu Yu seemed to have a lot of ideas.

He laughed at himself in a lonely voice: "I always remind myself not to make the mistakes of Wei Wu and Fu Jian. Before I realized it, I have been following their steps."

I always remind myself not to imitate their common arrogance, but Liu Yu, who drags his sick body and tries to quickly regain the north, is not another kind of arrogance?

"Chariot soldiers, call Wang Zhongde, Zhu Lingshi, Wang Hong, Xie Hui and Fu Liang to come."

"Father! I beg you, my dear! You should have a good rest now, let's go back first! Go back to Jiankang first, no! Even if it's Luoyang..."

Liu Yu also started coughing when he heard this, and blood gradually oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"I know what I know, and if I don't say it, I won't be able to say it out loud."

Liu Yifu had no choice but to reluctantly leave, secretly gathered the people and brought them to Liu Yu.

"His Majesty?"

When these people saw Liu Yu looking like this, they didn't react for a long time.

Even Xie Hui, who had made some preparations in his heart, was a little unable to accept the moment he saw Liu Yu.

None of them wanted to believe that Liu Yu, who was upright yesterday, was like this today.

When Liu Yu saw everyone coming, he took the lead and said to Wang Zhongde and Zhu Lingshi: "I can't fight this battle anymore."

"But you have to take these soldiers out. Shangdang is not a place to stay for a long time. In the past few days, you have successively arranged for the soldiers to withdraw to Hedong and Hanoi."

"Be careful Tuoba Si. I guess he is waiting for this moment. We can't let him seize the opportunity."

"Ahem."

Every time Liu Yu speaks now, his voice becomes a little weaker. If you don't listen carefully, you can hardly hear what he has to say.

"Wang Hong."

Wang Hong took a step forward and looked at Liu Yu with a complicated expression.

Wang Hong didn't know how to treat the man in front of him.

It was Liu Yu's appearance that gradually drove the family forces out of the center. Among them, the Langya Wang family was the most injured.

As Wang Hong is now the talker of the Wang family in Langya, he should have had an undying hatred with Liu Yu.

But does he hate it?

Regardless of whether Wang Hongcheng admits it or not, Liu Yu's appearance is like a miracle to the Jin court, which has been decaying and declining during the day.

A miracle reborn from the ashes.

If it weren't for him, the current Han Dynasty would still be in a corner. Not to mention attacking Shangdang, even recovering Guanzhong would be impossible.

As a talker from an aristocratic family whose passion has not yet cooled down, Wang Hong really can't resent the man in front of him because of his own selfish desires.

"Wang Hong, you are now Che Shi's father-in-law. From now on, I want you to help Che Shi more."

"Cheshi is talented and intelligent, but he is still a bit immature in some methods. From now on, the task of teaching him will be left to you."

Wang Hong was startled when he heard these words.

This is……

Tuogu?

He raised his head and glanced at Liu Yifu, only to find that there was no other expression on his face except sadness, so he suppressed some of the speculations in his heart.

Wang Hong knelt down and bowed his head to Liu Yusan: "I will never disappoint your Majesty's trust!"

Liu Yu turned to Xie Hui and Fu Liang.

"Xie Hui, your talents have not been fully utilized yet. When you return to Jiankang, you must assist the driver well."

"Fu Liang, don't belittle yourself. I'm afraid you and Xu Xianzhi will have to discuss major matters in the country in the future."

Finally, he used his last bit of strength to hold Liu Yifu's hand.

"Che Bing, you are the eldest son. After I die, you must take good care of your younger brother and don't let him go down the wrong path..."

Liu Yu wanted to say something more, but his lips became weaker and weaker, and his tongue stuck in his mouth and gradually became silent.

"It's a pity that Che Shi is not around at this time."

I remember that he also said that he would wait for my triumphant victory.

This Northern Expedition is difficult.

The journey of the past flashes in my mind like a fleeting glance, and all the old friends who have passed away seem to have come to life again, coming to my side and chatting with me with a smile.

Figures of people kept emerging, and finally only a middle-aged scribe was left sitting alone in a courtyard full of peach trees.

At this moment, Liu Yu also looked like a middle-aged man in the prime of his life, with bulging muscles and rosy complexion, just like when the two first met.

After seeing this person, he walked forward with a smile: "Mu Zhi, long time no see."

"His Majesty."

The scribe nodded slightly, but Liu Yu seemed displeased: "Why do you even call me Your Majesty? It doesn't matter what others call me, but it's really uncomfortable to hear it like that."

The middle-aged scribe smiled and said nothing, just picked up the wine bottle on the table and helped Liu Yu fill a glass of wine.

Liu Yu stepped forward to take it and drank it in one gulp, smacking his lips with unfinished content: "This wine is good! You actually hid it for so long, it's really not fun!"

The middle-aged scribe took the wine glass from Liu Yu's hand, filled it up and handed it to Liu Yu.

"This is a celebration drink for Your Majesty. I will keep it for Your Majesty."
To be continued...