At the beginning, there is smoke coming out of the ancestral grave, and the woman is busy in the imp

After hearing what the old man said, people all around started talking about it.

"Yes, in the past, all the noble ladies in the capital wanted to marry the eldest brother of Marquis Jiangling."

"Now the Marquis of Jiangling is almost reaching the age of coming of age, and he also holds a noble title."

"There are so many girls who want to marry into the Marquis's Mansion, it's like a river of carp, too numerous to count!"

Seeing that the situation was developing in another direction, the scholar holding the banner shouted loudly:

"The Book of Songs says, 'A beautiful lady is the ideal match for a gentleman.'"

"A gentleman like jade, a lady admires him, so what's wrong with that?"

pity......

"It is said that Liang State is home to many talented people, but I think it is just like this."

"It's easy to be distracted by someone's words."

In the restaurant on the street, An Fan held the railing with one hand, his eyes full of teasing.

The attendant following behind him complimented him, "Of course, who can compare with Lord An's ingenious strategy?"

"One shot, and you kill many birds with one stone."

"Not only did he disgust the ruler and his ministers of Liang, but he also disturbed the people's hearts, and yet he remained silent..."

An Fan raised his hand to stop him from continuing, "Don't talk about serious matters outside."

"Uh...they probably can't understand the Wusun language we use."

The attendants looked around at the people around them and found that apart from their own people, there were only ordinary people from Liang State.

Which ordinary person would learn Wusun language for no reason?

That's really unfortunate, as the majority of people in Chongrenfang are literati.

Those who have failed the imperial examination for many times can also take part in the official selection examination of the Ministry of Personnel. If they are average at being an official, they can go to the Ministry of Rites to work as an interpreter!

As a translator, you don’t have to make any political achievements, just know how to translate!

In the corner, a middle-aged man with untidy beard watched the Wusun caravan leave with regret.

What a pity! If the attendant had stayed a little longer, this would have been a great achievement.

The middle-aged man's eyes rolled. Although these words did not contain any useful information, they could still be reported to the court!

He raised his hand and waved, "Waiter, check out!"

......

Farces like the one in Chongrenfang were performed in all the districts in Shangjing, but their scales varied, and most of them were small-scale.

It was not until the afternoon that a report from the capital reported everything that had happened in the court that day.

The description of An Fan's face made the people who read the newspaper want to cut An Fan into pieces immediately!

And inside the palace.

The cabinet ministers and the heads of the Ministry of War held discussions until nightfall, and then left the palace exhausted.

Chen Qiu stepped forward, poured warm tea for Chu Heng, and said softly:

"Send someone to watch An Fan finish writing the letter this afternoon to make sure there is no other information mixed in. The letter has been sent out before the city gates are closed."

Chu Heng uttered "hmm", raised his hand to grab the teacup, and without even taking the time to smell the fragrance, he drank it down in big gulps.

After drinking a full cup of tea, Chu Heng ordered: "Let the Queen bring the Crown Prince over, and go to the Ministry of Justice later."

"Yes."

Chen Qiu quietly left the hall. As soon as he left the hall, the evening breeze brushed his face, blowing away a lot of his annoyance.

However, the sky was so dark that not a single star could be seen, just like Daliang's current situation...

Chen Qiu paused slightly. His Majesty had discussed with his ministers for a long time but still could not find a way to survive.

For example, if General Ji was transferred to Liangzhou and Zhao Wumian was stationed in Bingzhou to resist the Huns, it would be too late.

The Wusun coalition forces are already approaching the border. Even if we risk the life of Marquis Jiangling, how long can we delay the day?

Chen Qiu gripped the sword at his waist, suppressed his thoughts, and walked towards the queen's palace with heavy steps.

Inside the hall, Chu Heng's eyes were filled with bloodshot and his brows were tightly furrowed.

Looking at the map that I have seen countless times, I tried to find a way out.

But until Ji Pingjun arrived with the little prince, Chu Heng still found nothing.

Chu Heng turned his head and looked at the two people, one big and one small, who were walking towards him.

Finally, he took off the appearance of the emperor and revealed some genuine fatigue.

The little prince's eyes were red, his hands were wrapped in gauze, and he called out in a hoarse voice, "Father."

And then, there was nothing else, no greetings, no acting coquettish, no crying in pain, nothing at all.

Chu Heng's gaze lingered briefly on the little thing's two paws.

The old father sighed helplessly, "Let's go and see your brother Yuheng."

Along the way, apart from the emperor and empress discussing state affairs, the little thing remained sullen and silent.

After passing Chengtian Gate, you will reach the imperial city.

In the imperial city under the cover of night, only the City Defense Office had people coming in and out, while other government offices were empty.

The Ministry of Justice Prison is located at the innermost part of the Ministry of Justice and is guarded at night.

Seeing Chu Heng coming with a group of people, the guards immediately knelt on one knee and greeted him, "Greetings, Your Majesty, the Queen, and Your Highness the Crown Prince."

"Stand up, no need to be polite." Chu Heng raised his hand, "Do you know where the Marquis of Jiangling is imprisoned?"

The guard nodded, "Your Majesty, please follow me."

As the guards walked further inside, they could occasionally see half-dead prisoners in the cells next to them.

The little prince pursed his lips and unconsciously clenched his hands into small fists in his sleeves.

Until we turned another corner, the light suddenly became several times brighter.

The young prince looked up and saw that the cell was exceptionally spacious and there were no prisoners inside.

In a cell not far away, a number of people gathered together, and suddenly someone said angrily:

"Oh my god, Rong Liu and Rong Ba, are you two shameless enough to secretly change the cards?"

"What do you mean by changing the cards? Which eye of yours saw it? Please don't slander our innocence!"

"Two! If you don't believe me, ask the master if he saw them too!"

Rong Jiu raised his eyes and looked at Xie Yuheng who was behind the two Lao Lius.

He took off his court robes and wore only a white gown. He sat at the desk, holding a book in his hand, reading and drinking tea, looking very comfortable.

There was also a porcelain vase on the table with fresh flowers in it, and an incense burner on the side, with white smoke wafting slowly.

Little Prince: Oo?

The childish voice asked softly, "Isn't Father going to execute Brother Yuheng?"

Chu Heng's big hand pressed on the little thing's head and rubbed it, "When did your father say that?"

He had cultivated these trusted and loyal ministers with great difficulty.

After going through all six departments, we can see that they are of great use.

Execution? It's not like he's been kicked in the head by a donkey.

Xie Yuheng and others in the cell also noticed Chu Heng and his group.

Xie Yuheng glanced sideways and met Chu Heng's gaze.

The king and his ministers looked at each other as if they had not seen each other for many years.

She lowered her eyes, stood up and bowed, "Your Majesty, I greet you."

Even though he was in a prison cell, he did not show any sign of panic and remained as calm as ever.

In fact, Chu Heng was very puzzled. As far as he knew, Xie did not secretly raise private soldiers.

So where did Xie Yuheng get the confidence to remain calm in the face of danger?

Could it be that a man born with the character of a patriot does not care about life and death?

Chu Heng did not say anything to excuse himself for a long time, and Xie Yuheng also maintained a slightly bent posture.