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

The numbers are puzzled. What is going on? Why has it taken so long to get rid of the formalities?

Also, didn’t Your Majesty ask them to serve the master?

Could it be that the service was fake and he was planning to take down all of them?

But the master’s eldest brother and other brothers in the clan are still away!

Just as the numbers were in a mess, they suddenly heard Chu Heng's stern voice, "Kneel down!"

Except for Rong Shi, everyone else knelt down immediately.

Xie Yuheng looked at the little prince kneeling in front of him, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the figures kneeling on the ground...

Xie Yuheng: "..."

What a stupid attendant! Is it too late to retreat now?

She sighed helplessly, pinched her outer shirt with her fingertips, and knelt on the ground with quick and smooth movements.

"Your Highness is the king. How can a king kneel before his subjects? This is against etiquette."

Chu Heng looked at her intently and said in a deep voice: "When a country is about to prosper, it must value teachers and respect tutors."

“The kindness of a wise teacher is greater than that of heaven and earth, and more important than that of one’s parents.”

"Thank you for your inconvenience today. Anyway, I will accept Zheng'er as my disciple someday, but I'm doing it in advance."

Xie Yuheng only lowered his eyes to look at the robe in front of his knees and said, "Although my ancestor is not Xie Ping'an, he also has a stigma."

"If the prince becomes my disciple now, I'm afraid it won't be a good idea."

To put it in a more optimistic way, those who resent Xie Ping'an will hate her, and then hate the prince, leading to turmoil.

“No one worries about having too much debt, and no one cares about having a little more.”

Chu Heng stepped forward and personally helped Xie Yuheng up. Then he looked at the little prince and said sternly, "Call me Master now."

"Zheng'er greets you, sir." The little prince spoke in a firm voice, and then bent his little body.

His head hit the ground with a loud bang.

Rong Liu felt sorry for the little prince when he heard this...

But Chu Heng and Ji Pingjun acted as if they had not heard anything and did not move.

Xie Yuheng lowered his eyes, looked at the little fool, half-knelt down helplessly, and helped him up.

His eyes lingered on the little thing's red forehead for a moment, and he asked gently, "Does it hurt?"

The little prince's head was buzzing. When he heard Xie Yuheng's voice, he said happily: "It doesn't hurt, I just feel a little dizzy..."

This is the pain, it hasn't caught up with the dizziness yet, you will feel the pain soon.

The little person, with clear eyes, stared at Xie Yuheng without blinking.

He was afraid that if he missed a glance, Brother Yuheng would be dragged away and beheaded.

Xie Yuheng took out a handkerchief and wiped the dust off the little thing's forehead.

He said, "I have calculated that if the Scythians are numerous, with the military strength of Daliang... a good cook cannot cook without rice."

What I meant was that if there was a huge disparity in strength between the two sides, I would be powerless.

Chu Heng glanced at Chen Qiu, who immediately understood and took Rong Shi and others and the accompanying guards out.

Chu Heng then said: "Wusun wants to use you to stir up public anger, and I intend to go with the flow, maybe there is a glimmer of hope."

Xie Yuheng said: "There is a saying in the military book that fighting without training is called killing."

"Untrained recruits are like moths to a flame, courting their own destruction."

Chu Heng sighed again, "I know that too, but there is no other way."

As for abdication and surrender, the people of Daliang would not be treated well as long as the Scythians were there.

Non-my family, its heart must be different!

Otherwise, why would the people of the conquered Goryeo cities be scattered all over Daliang?

The purpose is to prevent them from gathering together, so that their surrendered hearts can be separated by a few words from those with ulterior motives.

The four of them remained silent for a long time. After a long while, Chu Heng spoke with difficulty: "If one day, Shangjing can no longer be defended, Daliang will no longer exist."

"Xie Qing then took Zheng'er and the Queen to Fusang."

"Qinghe Village has two Japanese people. After so many years, they must have been assimilated."

"With Yuheng's intelligence and talent, he can get along well anywhere."

Traveling to Japan...that's impossible!

Xie Yuheng firmly refused!

Seeing that she was adamant and determined not to agree, Chu Heng got a headache.

"What hatred or grudge do you have against Fuso, kid?"

Xie Yuheng remained silent. It was a hatred that would last for two lifetimes.

She didn't destroy the island outright because of the supplies on the island.

"It's better not to say anything." Chu Heng rubbed his temple and said loudly: "Chen Qiu, bring some wine!"

When Ji Pingjun saw this, her beautiful eyes moved slightly, and she took the little prince out first.

After Chen Qiu served the wine, Chu Heng picked up the wine pot and poured himself a full glass.

"I heard from Si Yuandao that you are a little drunkard."

"I drink wine, and you drink tea."

Xie Yuheng's eyes moved slightly, he picked up the wine pot, poured half a cup, and said: "My alcohol tolerance has improved in recent years, so I can still drink some."

Chu Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, "Speaking of which, you and I, the king and the subject, have never had a day like this before."

"Sitting opposite each other, drinking and having fun."

"Your Majesty, anytime you want."

Chu Heng shook his head and took a sip of wine. "Do your job well."

"How can you drag your subjects along to drink and have fun every day?"

Xie Yuheng listened silently, holding the cup with his fingertips and slowly bringing it to his lips.

The aroma of the wine is rich and goes straight into your nose, and most importantly - it is non-toxic.

Seeing her slow movements, Chu Heng smiled heartily.

"This wine has a high alcohol content. If you drink half a cup, I will definitely knock you down!"

"If you don't want to drink, then don't drink. I told you to drink tea instead of wine. It's not just a polite remark."

After Chu Heng finished speaking, he snatched the wine cup from her hand, raised his hand and poured a cup of tea and put it into her hand.

Xie Yuheng stared at the tea in his hand, his eyes moving slightly.

Holding the cup, he moved closer to Chu Heng's cup and gently touched it.

They both held their cups, looked up, and drank it all.

The candlelight on the table flickered, and scenes from the past appeared before Chu Heng's eyes.

He sighed and said, "When I conquered the world, I spent my first winter in Yizhou."

"In Yizhou, the winter is very cold and damp, so the local people often eat dogwood and Sichuan pepper to dispel the cold."

"The army doesn't have the facilities for this. Besides, the dogwood and pepper soup doesn't taste good."

"So I bought a lot of cheap wine from the local people..."

Xie Yuheng remembered that Si Yuandao once said that during the New Year's Day in Yizhou, the army's food consisted of only steamed buns, pickles, and a bowl of meat soup.

Chu Heng kept talking about the past, and the wine in the jug gradually decreased.

After another glass of wine, Chu Heng's face was slightly smoky, and he said, "Back then, I was also your age."

"I can't even remember. This is the nth time Chu Tianchen has sent someone to assassinate me."

"It's just that time, someone around me was bribed and almost died at the hands of the thief."

Xie Yuheng raised his eyes and asked, "Then how did Your Majesty escape the assassination?"

Chu Heng seemed to be thinking of something, and he raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a gentle smile.

"It was the Queen who arrived in time with the Ji family army, commanded the troops to defeat the enemy with fewer troops, and heroically saved the beauty..."

A bowl of dog food suddenly appeared, and Xie Yuheng paused as he was trimming the candle wick. Can the queen lead the troops?