In the first year of Zhongping, moths and thieves were in trouble.

At the same time that Liu Hong appointed He Jin as the general, he gave Zhao Zhong He Jin's original position as a chariot general, and made him responsible for rewarding the generals who crusaded against the Yellow Turbans.

Lu Bu's exploits are not like this.

Zhang Rang will also not admit this matter.

Guilin Garden is located in the north garden of the imperial palace, during the period of Emperor Huan, it was a quiet place of recuperation.

Zhang Rang led Lu Bu into the garden.

In addition to the West Garden in the suburbs, the entire palace, Liu Hong's favorite place, is here.

Lu Bu walked in with Zhang Rang, but before he took two steps, the next scene that came into his eyes made him feel stunned. The expression on his face was the same as bumping into a ghost, no, it might be even more difficult for him to accept than bumping into a ghost.

Speaking of the imperial palace, it is definitely a symbol of the emperor and the royal family, not only majestic and majestic, but also full of solemnity and grandeur in every building, which is a sacred and solemn place for the people and subjects of the world.

And today, Lu Bu actually saw the bazaar in this Guilin Garden!

That's right, it's exactly the same as the scene when the people gather on weekdays.

Markets, shops, vendors, everything, hawkers are shouting and shouting, passers-by are haggling; In the winery, diners drink and have fun, or use the strength of wine to cheer up, or quarrel with the shopkeeper and fight; Some are still dancing and singing in the open space in front of them, playing monkeys and walking dogs......

The scenes are so lively.

If it weren't for Zhang Rang here, Lu Bu would almost have thought that he had left the palace and arrived at Luoyang Market.

"General Lu, please."

Zhang Rang saw that Lu Bu's pestle was not moving, his voice suddenly raised twice, and he made a gesture of please, and asked someone to bring the incense burner, and inserted a freshly lit incense stick on it.

"Zhang Changshi, what does this mean?" Lu Bu became more and more puzzled.

"Your Majesty is in this Guilin Garden, General Lu can go and find it."

Zhang Rang said with a smile, took two steps back, as if he remembered something, he turned to Lu Bu and instructed: "Oh, there is one thing I forgot to remind General Lu, if the incense burns out, you still can't find Your Majesty, then Your Majesty will punish you for the crime of neglect." ”

When Lu Bu heard this, his heart suddenly cooled.

This garden covers a huge area, not to mention, the number of people walking around in it is at least more than 500, and it is undoubtedly a needle in a haystack to find the Son of Heaven in it.

The most fatal thing is that Lu Bu doesn't remember what the Son of Heaven looks like at all!

The last time he came to Luoyang to meet the Son of Heaven, Lu Bu almost never saw Liu Hong's true face from beginning to end. When the Son of Heaven ascended to the court, he wore a crown on his head, and twelve strings of jade beads hung down from the front and back, so that he could not see the face of the Son of Heaven above the bridge of his nose at all, and the courtiers could not raise their heads to look directly at the Son of Heaven, which would be regarded as a great disrespect.

Zhang Rang found a place to sit down, and didn't look at Lu Bu, just closed his eyes and hummed leisurely, with a posture of watching the show.

Until now, it can only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

Lu Bu settled down and walked towards the 'market'.

Prior to this, Liu Hong, who lived deep in the inner palace, had hollowed out his mind and tried all kinds of new tricks for fun.

There are no donkeys in the inner palace, and the famous little yellow door who is good at welcoming carefully selected four donkeys from other places to enter the palace. After Liu Hong saw it, he fell in love like a treasure and drove a small car to play in the palace every day. At first, he asked the groom to drive, but after a few days, he simply took charge of it himself and wandered around the palace.

When the news of the emperor driving a donkey cart came out of the palace, many bureaucrats and doctors in the capital competed to imitate it, thinking it was fashionable, and the price of donkeys rose sharply for a while.

Just as the capital was filled with smoke and dust raised by donkey carts, Liu Hong lost interest in donkey carts again. So another eunuch came up with ingenuity, dressed up the dog, put it into the virtuous crown, wore court clothes, and wore ribbons, and swayed to the court.

When Liu Hong recognized Naiyi, he couldn't help clapping his hands and laughing, and praised: "What a dog official." Although the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty felt ashamed and humiliated, they also dared to be angry and did not dare to speak.

Lu Bu walked in the market, looking left and right.

The goods in the stalls on both sides of the road are staggering, and choosing any one of them will cost ordinary people decades, if not several lifetimes.

After observing several pavings, a lot of time passed unconsciously. Lu Bu glanced back, and the incense in the incense burner was already more than half burned.

How is it good?

The expression on Lu Bu's face did not change, but he was very anxious in his heart, and if he continued to investigate one by one like this, even if he was given two more incense sticks, it would not be enough at all.

"Don't panic, let me think about it."

Lu Bu forcibly calmed his mind, Mr. said that in this world, there is never a perfect thing. Whether it is a strategy, layout, or a contest between masters, as long as there is a flaw, there will definitely be a corresponding answer.

Among the hundreds of people, what do you have to do to find out where the Son of Heaven is?

While pondering and meditating, an electric light suddenly flashed through his mind.

In this garden, nine out of ten people are the yellow gates, eunuchs, palace maids, and concubines in the palace. And among these hundreds of people, only one is the Ninety-Five.

That is to say, this person should be particularly eye-catching.

In the bazaar, there are only three kinds of people: buyers, sellers, and jugglers.

The Son of Heaven has been pampered since he was a child, with fine clothes and fine food, and if you let him learn to juggle, it must be an unreliable thing. What's more, these juggling kung fu skills are difficult to have without years of hard practice.

Then you have to choose from the remaining two types of people, assuming that the Son of Heaven is the buyer, then the vendor who sets up the stall will definitely not dare to argue with him loudly; If the Son of Heaven is a seller, then these people will definitely compete to buy his goods in order to curry favor with him.

Thinking about this clearly, Lu Bu's steps gradually increased his speed, and his gaze changed from investigating one by one to quickly scanning.

After several stops on the way, Lu Bu stopped again in front of a jade reselling shop.

In front of the stall, five eunuchs dressed as merchants were asking for the price, and without the slightest intention of bargaining, after the stall owner made an offer, they all took out their money and said that they would buy some.

When a normal buyer buys something, he should carefully examine the quality of the goods, and speak in a more casual tone, or think about the price reduction, rather than being restrained and following the seller's wishes.

Similarly, the attitude of the seller is also very problematic, and you have seen a seller who does not have a trace of joy and a smile on his face when the buyer pays for the money. On the contrary, when he saw Lu Bu coming to the stall, there was an obvious hint of surprise in his eyes.

Looks right.

This young man with a sickly white face is the current lord of the Han Dynasty, Liu Hong, the Son of Heaven.

Lu Bu hugged his fists in front of the stall and bowed, and said loudly: "Minister Lu Bu, please see Your Majesty, may my emperor live for a hundred years, and there will be no time for a thousand years." ”