Spoiling History: Starting from the Three Kingdoms

The food in Jia's house is far inferior to that in Xuanwei Marquis's house, but Zhang Quan enjoyed it very much.

"Next time I will bring you some stir-fried dishes to try, they are very delicious."

"I can't come to your house and I have never asked you. It is cold in Yecheng in winter. Are you used to it?"

"Father, can you clean up an empty room for me in this house? Xuanwei Marquis's house is very deserted."

He chattered while eating, but Jia Xu, who was sitting opposite the table, did not raise his head. He just held the letter in one hand and used chopsticks to pick up some food and slowly put it into his mouth from time to time, as if he was eating with the letter.

After carefully changing his posture to let his kneeling legs recover a little, Zhang Quan had time to look at the jade pendant.

As an expert in eating, drinking and having fun who grew up quickly after his father's death, Zhang Quan could see that the texture of the jade pendant was extraordinary and most of it was made by the palace. If it was intact, it might be worth hundreds of thousands of coins.

Why can't such a good thing be preserved well? Zhang Quan felt a little distressed for no reason.

But this gap... how come it seems to be cut off?

Before Zhang Quan could continue to study, Jia Xu reached out and took the half of the phoenix jade pendant, rubbed it twice, sighed, and carefully put it back into the envelope bag. Jia Xu also stopped eating:

"Tell me."

"Tell... what..."

Zhang Quan glanced up and stammered:

"It's getting late, grandpa should go to bed early..."

Jia Xu looked at Zhang Quan for a while, nodded and said:

"Then don't say it, talk about something else."

Zhang Quan breathed a sigh of relief, and saw his grandfather holding a cup of tea, shaking it and casually said:

"If your whole body, Quan'er, can't be found... then bury it with clothes and hats, okay?"

The tone was casual, as if asking about the price of vegetables today, but the content made Zhang Quan feel a chill on his spine instantly.

The chill made Zhang Quan's mind clearer. He recalled his father's long sighs before he surrendered to Cao, his teachings after he lived in Yecheng, and his all-night talk before he went to war.

In addition to the water, grass, wind, cattle and sheep in Wuwei, Liangzhou, his hometown, he also talked about his father who never joked.

So Zhang Quan simply rolled to the side, skillfully bypassed the low table in front of him, hugged Jia Xu's instep and cried:

"Grandfather, save me!"

Taking a sip of tea, Jia Xu slowly said:

"I think it's better to arrange Ping'er's funeral, and save the trouble..."

"Grandfather..." Zhang Quan's voice was much more mournful:

"Quan'er is stupid, it's reasonable not to save her, but at least let Quan'er know why she died without a complete body."

Taking a sip of tea, Jia Xu didn't look at the son of an old friend who was crying at his feet, and sighed helplessly:

"Yecheng has six armies guarding it, and the palace has eight guards guarding it."

"You act, no army surrenders , how can we accomplish anything without a guard who has surrendered himself?"

"If this is done, there are two ways to say whether it will succeed or not, but there will be countless people who will be beheaded, how can you escape?"

Now that the words have been spoken, Zhang Quan also whispered to defend himself:

"The eight guards of the palace, Zi Jingdu told me that he has a close friend named Changle Weiwei Chen Yi..."

"Bang!" With a sound, Jia Xu put the cup on the table and pointed at Zhang Quan with his hand:

"What kind of person is Chen Yi? I guess you don't know, so let me ask you, do you know what Changle Weiwei is?"

"Uh", Zhang Quan knew that there were three palaces in the Han court, Weiyang, Changle, and Jianzhang, and Changle Palace also had ministers, and Changle Weiwei was one of them.

But this was obviously not what my grandfather meant to ask.

So Zhang Quan saw that the smile on his grandfather's face was intriguing:

"When the King of Changyi was established, his prime minister Anle was transferred to the Changle Weiwei."

"Afterwards, Huo Guang and the Empress Dowager went to Chengming Palace and issued an edict not to allow the officials of Changyi to enter. The Changle Weiwei Anle also followed Huo Guang's intention, so that the emperor was deposed."

"Now that Prime Minister Cao is criticized fiercely, how can you be confident that you can make the Changle Weiwei he established risk his life just by the two words "close friend"? "

Jia Xu's words were roundabout, but fortunately Zhang Quan had been forced to read books by Zhang Xiu with a whip, so it was not difficult to understand.

At the beginning, Huo Guang controlled the government and deposed the emperor, and when Liu He, the Marquis of Haihun, was the King of Changyi, his prime minister Anle was appointed by Huo Guang.

Later, Liu He was made heir, and Anle followed him back to the central government and was appointed as the Changle Weiwei by Huo Guang. Later, Huo Guang "persuaded" the empress dowager to depose the emperor. Anle, who was supposed to be loyal to the emperor, followed Huo Guang's order to isolate the emperor's information, making the matter of deposing the emperor hastily decided.

Now, it is self-evident who is doing Huo Guang's work.

Did the Changle Weiwei appointed by Prime Minister Cao become a comrade because of his similar interests with Wei Feng? Or...

Zhang Quan felt that his head was very confused, but he was relieved.

Since the grandfather was willing to say this, he should still be saved, right?

But when asked what to do specifically, the grandfather kept silent and just asked him to take a letter back.

In the end, Jia Xu did not let Zhang Quan stay overnight, but really found a low wall and let Zhang Quan climb over the wall by himself.

All night long, all kinds of bizarre scenes also appeared in Zhang Quan's dream.

One moment he returned home in glory, and his father's coffin was moved back to his hometown Wuwei by him. The villagers were all envious of him.

One moment he seemed to be hanging on the city gate, looking down to see the people pointing at him and his body being torn apart by wild dogs.

"Ah!!" Zhang Quan, who was awakened by a nightmare, saw Wei Feng smiling at him:

"It seems that the poor and incompetent state of Xuanwei Hou has already understood the great ambitions we have inherited."

Zhang Quan rubbed his face, and then almost all of a sudden told Wei Feng what his grandfather had told him about Chen Yi yesterday, so the smile on Wei Feng's face gradually faded.

"Please trouble Jia Taizhong to give me some advice and fill in the gaps. Is there anything else..."

Take out the secret letter that he kept close to his body, and solemnly hand it to Wei Feng:

"Write back!"

Seeing the smile on Wei Feng's face again, Zhang Quan also sighed and told the truth:

"After hearing what my grandfather said, I don't want to seek fame, I just hope... not to die without a burial place."

Wei Feng shook his head:

"A real man is not eaten in five tripods when he is alive, and he will be cooked in five tripods when he dies."

Wei Feng treasured the letter and put it in his arms. After several changes of carriages and horses, he arrived at a place filled with the fragrance of medicine.

The secret letter left Wei Feng's arms, entered the hands of an old man, and was finally carefully stuffed into the interlayer of the medicine box.

Carrying the medicine box on his back and getting on the carriage, he passed through the layers of guards and saw a heavily guarded manor. This was the "Imperial Palace" of Ye City today.

However, as he continued to go inside, the guards became familiar with each other because of their frequent visits. After a cursory inspection, someone said:

"Doctor Ji, please go in by yourself. The queen is waiting for the doctor to come and diagnose her illness."