Reborn as Liu Hong: Building a Divine Great Han Empire

Emperor Ling of Han was the last powerful emperor of the Han Dynasty, a figure who could have altered the course of history, yet he became the root cause of the empire's collapse.

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Chapter 685 Returning to the Marquis's Residence

"His Majesty is back??"

Upon hearing the shouts, all the servants of the former Marquis's residence ran out with expressions of joy and delight.

Where is His Majesty?

Uncle Fu, the old steward of the Marquis's mansion, also walked out of the living room with a cane, looking out excitedly.

As soon as Uncle Fu finished speaking, everyone heard a hearty laugh.

"Haha~, Uncle Fu, I'm here!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Liu Hong leading Xi Zhicai and others into the gate of the Marquis's mansion.

"Your Majesty, is it really you?"

The moment he saw Liu Hong, Uncle Fu's eyes reddened, and he hurriedly went to greet him. In that instant, Uncle Fu seemed to have become more than ten years younger, his legs trembled, and his back straightened.

"This old man pays his respects to Your Majesty, may Your Majesty live ten thousand years!"

Led by Uncle Fu, the servants of the Marquis's mansion finally snapped out of their surprise and bowed to Liu Hong.

"May Your Majesty live ten thousand years."

"No need for formalities, everyone, please stop with the formalities."

Liu Hong quickly reached out and helped Uncle Fu up.

"Your Majesty, you are quite strong."

As Liu Hong helped Uncle Fu up, he felt Liu Hong's support and a happy smile appeared on his face.

He had heard while he was at the Marquis's residence that the current emperor was working day and night on state affairs and had even fainted once, so he had been very worried. Now that he saw Liu Hong was so healthy, he felt much more at ease.

"I am fine, but you, Uncle Fu, how come you have aged so much in just three years?"

Looking at Uncle Fu's completely white hair and the few age spots that had appeared, Liu Hong couldn't help but sigh.

Uncle Fu, however, laughed heartily and said, "This old servant is getting old, this is all normal, Your Majesty need not worry."

"By the way, Your Majesty, it's cold outside. You should come inside and warm up."

"Okay, let's go."

Liu Hong nodded and then followed Uncle Fu toward the living room.

"Serve tea quickly."

As Uncle Fu led the way, he instructed his servants to hurry up and make preparations.

Upon entering the living room, Liu Hong immediately noticed a large pile of account books on the table to his right.

"Uncle Fu, what are those things for?"

"Your Majesty, those are all account books concerning the Marquis's estate. It's almost the end of the year, so this old servant is checking them to tally up the workers' wages, rewards, and so on."

"Hey, Uncle Fu, some things are better left to the younger generation. Why do you have to do everything yourself? Isn't it tiring?"

Looking at the thick stack of account books, Liu Hong couldn't help but shake his head with a smile. In his words, he felt a lot of tenderness for this old man who had worked hard for the Marquis's mansion all his life.

"It's nothing. We're using new statistical methods now, so we just need to compare the final totals. Besides, the young people still need experience. If we let them take over rashly, there might be mistakes that could ruin His Majesty's legacy..."

"Alright then, but Uncle Fu should still hand over more things to the younger generation. After all, he's getting old and it's time for him to enjoy his retirement."

Liu Hong only gave a brief instruction to Uncle Fu regarding his advice to maintain the status quo, and then said nothing more.

However, Xi Zhicai, Tian Feng, and the others who were following behind Liu Hong began to ponder another layer of meaning in the conversation between Liu Hong and Uncle Fu.

Shortly after everyone sat down, several servants from the Marquis's residence brought fragrant tea, dried fruit, and snacks to the living room.

Liu Hong picked up the teacup, took a light sniff, and felt a familiar aroma waft towards him, which made him feel much happier.

"Great, great, it tastes just like before, it hasn't changed at all."

"Yes, Your Majesty. I have been drinking tea in Luoyang for so long, but I have never been able to taste the same tea as when I first came to pay my respects to Your Majesty. Now that I have tasted it again, it truly brings back fond memories."

Xi Zhicai, standing to the side, picked up his teacup and took a small sip, a look of enjoyment and nostalgia appearing on his face.

Liu Hong smiled and said, "The taste of tea will naturally vary depending on the local climate and environment. As for the differences, you will have to savor them slowly."

Ju Shou, who was standing to the side, said, "I am not good at appreciating tea. In my opinion, as long as it is from the Han Dynasty, the taste is the same. The key is to look at the tea itself."

Liu Hong smiled and said, "What you say makes sense. The soil and water can only change the taste of the water, but they cannot change the essence of the tea. In the end, even if the tea of ​​the Han Dynasty spreads all over the world, its most fundamental taste will not change."

"Your Majesty is right."

As everyone echoed this sentiment, they also picked up their teacups and began to savor the tea.

Uncle Fu, on the other hand, seemed somewhat bewildered as he listened to Liu Hong chatting with a group of young people.

After chatting in the living room for a while, Liu Hong stood up and looked at everyone.

"You have all finished your tea. Come with me for a stroll."

"promise!"

The group agreed and followed Liu Hong. After taking a tour of the Marquis's residence, they left.

Fu Bo, who was leading the way, looked at Liu Hong with a ruddy face and pointed to a group of buildings to the east of the Marquis's mansion.

"Your Majesty, there are several workshops belonging to the Marquis's residence not far ahead. Would you like to take a look?"

"good."

Liu Hong smiled and nodded, then led everyone forward.

Confucius said: "A gentleman is not a vessel."

As they walked, a clear, crisp voice suddenly reached their ears.

"This is......?"

Upon hearing this sound, everyone stopped in their tracks and looked in the direction of the sound.

Uncle Fu stepped forward and said, "This is a school built by the Marquis's mansion, specifically for teaching children to read and write."

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