Two imperial guards rushed over and dragged out the imperial doctor Hua Zhong, who was lying on the ground in despair. Chen Diyu was still angry and spat fiercely: "A dog kills a man! It's all in vain that I trust you!"
Ding Feiyong looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel suspicious.
He had known Zhao Chang, the second prince at that time and now Emperor Chen, for many years, and he knew Zhao Chang very well.
But today, before Hua Zhong could finish his words, he kicked him to death. It was obviously not in line with his usual temperament, but I don't know why?
Ding Feiyong showed no expression on his face, and slowly sent Emperor Chen and the ministers out the door, bowing to express his thanks.
When Emperor Chen boarded the Longmen, he seemed to have remembered something. He turned to Ding Feiyong and said: "My dear, Prime Minister Ding and the late emperor were close friends. Prime Minister Ding was loyal to the royal family and dedicated his whole life to the country. I...are ready to enshrine him in the royal way." , the Ministry of Industry was built next to the emperor's mausoleum. It's not Yong. What do you think?
After hearing this, all the accompanying ministers showed envy on their faces.
Those ministers who were enshrined according to royal standards and buried in the imperial mausoleum have been the most valued by the emperor since ancient times, or only ministers who have made extraordinary achievements can have this honor.
"When my father was here, he often told me that my ancestor's grave was far away in Shu, and I thought about him day and night. My father wanted me to bury him at the foot of Danjing Mountain in my hometown. I...I sincerely ask for your majesty's permission..."
Ding Feiyong replied respectfully.
"Well...that's fine! Then I...that's it. My condolences to you!"
After Chen Di finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the dragon moved slowly.
"I respectfully send you off to Your Majesty!"
Ding Feiyong leaned down and said respectfully. After a moment, he raised his head and looked at Chen Di's retreating figure, with an unexplainable look on his face.
The news of the death of Prime Minister Ding Fengyuan quickly spread throughout the government and the public. Prime Minister Ding was an honest and upright person, and had a high reputation in the court and among the people. People came to express their condolences in an endless stream.
When the news reached Zhixingyuan, Wei Zhilin, Cheng Ziya, Fang Yizhi and others who had recovered from their injuries also rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
The entire city of Luoyang, due to the defeat in the frontline war and the bad news of Ding Xiang's death, was shrouded in gloom and mist...
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In the distant city of Wuwei, the capital of Xiliang, it was a different scene. They used troops against the Chen Empire and won the first battle, which made the people of this country extremely excited. The faces of the people in Wuwei City were filled with glory, and even their voices were a few louder than usual.
Everyone knows that the king of Xiliang is old and sick, and the two princes are in charge of state affairs and have been fighting openly and secretly for many years.
Because of the outstanding performance of the two princes, the people of Wuwei City once forgot about their emperor, the supreme being who had lived in the palace for a long time.
It wasn't until the news came that the Xiliang Iron Cavalry had defeated the Chen Kingdom's 250,000-strong army, that they suddenly recalled that their sage, the Mighty Khan, was still the most powerful king in the world even though he was lingering on his sick bed.
What does it mean to be strategizing and win from thousands of miles away? Their Emperor is the perfect answer!
In the second prince's mansion in Wuwei City, the second prince Kan Yong was walking around the hall like a trapped animal. He was tall and powerful, with a thick beard and rough lines on his face. Sahami, the staff member, sat beside him. He stroked his beard and lowered his head in thought.
"Now that my eldest brother has led troops to conquer Dachen Shucheng one after another, he is already very prestigious in the court. Now those who are wavering on the wall may choose to side with him. He has close contacts with Han Zhan... With my military exploits, and the support of Grand Lieutenant Han Zongwang, I will be completely at a disadvantage in this battle for the throne, what should I do..."
Kan Yong said, looking at Sahami who was still thinking, and said anxiously: "My wise master, you can help me come up with an idea!"
Sahami pondered for another moment and smiled leisurely: "Your Highness, don't be anxious! I have a plan to make Lieutenant Han wholeheartedly support you!"
When Kan Yong heard this, he immediately became energetic and said, "I would like to hear the details!"
Sahami stroked his beard, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said: "I heard that Lieutenant Han has a granddaughter who is very beautiful. You went to the palace to ask for your Majesty's marriage. Your Majesty has been ill for a long time. There is a saying among the people that marriage brings happiness. With the joy of your wedding, maybe His Majesty’s illness will get better!”
When he said this, he slowly stretched out two fingers with a smile on his face and continued: "Han Zongwang's country was ruined and his family was ruined, so he defected to Xiliang. Now, although he has reached the rank of Taiwei, he is under suspicion in the court. Having always been isolated and helpless, His Highness Yu condescends to marry his granddaughter, so he cannot help but work hard for His Highness. In this way... you can not only make His Majesty feel your filial piety, but also tie Lieutenant Han together. This is a plan that kills two birds with one stone. …”
When Kan Yong heard this, he smiled brightly, clapped his hands, and praised repeatedly: "Wonderful, wonderful, this plan is wonderful!"
While the two were talking, a man who looked like a butler walked in and handed Kan Yong a secret letter: "Your Highness, the latest battle report from the front line!"
After Kan Yong opened it and read it, he was even more happy. He flicked the letter with his middle finger and said with a smile: "My good brother is in trouble now, haha... Ling Wenyue can't hold on, and he attacks my food and grass farm at night." Camp, nearly half of our army's food and grass were burned, and more than 10,000 people were killed or injured..."
As he said this, he stroked his thick beard on his chin and said with a worried look on his face: "What I'm most worried about now...will my father send Han Zongwang to fight in person if the front line fails?"
Sahami shook his head and said: "Your Highness, don't worry too much. Your Majesty will not send him in the current war situation. Han Zongwang was the marshal of Daliang's troops and horses, and he was one of the four great masters in the world. His force is too unnatural. Our Majesty He is brave and wise... He must use him and guard against him at the same time. This is something that anyone with a discerning eye can see!
"Okay! That's great! I'll go into the palace immediately to see my father!"
Kan Yong gave Sahami a thumbs up approvingly and laughed loudly.
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He An, Fan Dazhi and others rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion after hearing the news. The deep alley of Dingding Street was much livelier than before. The civil and military ministers of the imperial court came to bid farewell to the highly respected Prime Minister Ding one after another. He An, Fan Dazhi, Zhuge Guagua, Han Chanjuan and others were crowded in the crowd, but they couldn't even enter the main door of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
After waiting for a long time, fortunately, the old housekeeper of the Prime Minister's Mansion caught a glimpse of He An and Fan Dazhi and knew that these two young men were valued by his master, so he had everyone welcome in through the corner door.
After He An and others paid their condolences to Prime Minister Ding, they met Ding Wenruo. They hadn't seen him for a few days. Wenruo was dressed in plain clothes, much thinner and more haggard.
The female students from Zhixingyuan gathered around and comforted Wenruo. Han Chanjuan held Wenruo's hand, her eyes were red, and she didn't know what she was talking about.
After everyone finally dispersed, He An slowly walked to Ding Wenruo. Looking at Wenruo's beautiful and sad look, he didn't know what to say for a moment. After a while, he said: "Wenruo, please forgive me!"
Ding Wenruo's heart trembled for no reason, and she looked at He An with a face full of pear blossoms and rain.
Thinking of the death of the grandfather who loved him the most, and that he would return to his hometown with his father in a few days to observe mourning for three years. In this life, I don’t know if I can see the jade-like young man in front of me again. I couldn’t help but feel sad and burst into tears...
"Wen Ruo... take care of yourself!"
He An couldn't help but feel sad and said in a low voice.
Han Chanjuan was in the crowd, her eyes looking at He An and Ding Wenruo from time to time, biting her lower lip gently with her jade-like teeth, frowning slightly, not knowing what she was thinking in her heart...
After leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was getting late, and He An sent Han Chanjuan home. Along the way, he saw He An was unhappy, and Han Chanjuan stopped talking.
"Thank you……"
He An said calmly.
"Thank me for what? Did you find that I am particularly virtuous? Especially considerate?"
Han Chanjuan's eyes turned into crescent moons when she smiled, and she made a face at He An.
He An couldn't help but smile, grabbed her Rou Yi, and said warmly: "You are really virtuous and considerate. What I didn't expect is... you would actually go see Wen Ruo!"
"Her grandfather died and she has to go back to her hometown far away. It's really pitiful to think about it!"
Han Chanjuan frowned her beautiful eyebrows, bit her lip with her teeth, and a strand of black hair brushed her smooth cheek, looking very delicate and beautiful.
At this moment, He An felt that Han Chanjuan in front of him was the most beautiful and kind-hearted woman in the world...
Returning to Zhixingyuan's residence, He An rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, found only three taels of broken silver, and took Fan Dazhi out the door again.
After walking around Zhuque Street, He An bought a bunch of books in one go and hurried back to Zhixingyuan. Fan Dazhi followed him holding a thick pile, panting from exhaustion.
"Xiao An, why...you bought so many books?"
Fan Dazhi asked with some confusion.
He An was holding two bundles of books in his hands, walking briskly, and turned around and said: "If Wen wants to go back to his hometown with the teacher to observe mourning for three years, let's buy back the books that we need to study in the courtyard... Annotate them and give them to her. The teacher will return Being tied up with secular affairs in my hometown, it is difficult to have time to tutor Wen Ruo in his homework."
He An once helped Lu Zhengqing do proofreading for a period, and he was very clear about the teaching books of Zhixingyuan. When he returned to his residence, he first sorted a pile of books into categories, sat in front of the case, lit the oil lamp, and dipped his pen in ink. , start writing...
Unknowingly, the night was getting darker. He An was writing quickly under the lamp, and Fan Dazhi's loud snoring could be heard in his ears...
After a few hours, only one-fifth of the pile of books was annotated. He An stood up, moved his body, and continued writing at his desk...
It wasn't until the sky got slightly brighter that He An rubbed his sore wrist, stood up and washed his face with cold water. He looked at the pile of books that had been annotated and felt very satisfied.
Fan Dazhi woke up after a long night's sleep and looked at He An's dark circles. He couldn't help but exclaimed: "Oh! Xiao An, you haven't slept all night. If this continues... your body will be damaged. Why are you so anxious? Wait for me tonight When I’m full, I’ll help you write too!”
He An stretched his body, his brows filled with worry: "In a few days, the teacher and Wen Ruo will carry the coffin and return home. I'm afraid it won't be in time. All we can do... are these trivial things! "
In the next two days, apart from attending classes and eating, He An locked himself in his residence whenever he had free time. He stayed up all night and watched as he finished annotating only a few of the piles of books.
After school ended that afternoon, He An was about to go back and give annotations when Han Chanjuan stopped him.
