Yuan Chonghuan died, whether it was really treason with the enemy or treason, the only thing that remained the same was that it threatened the imperial power. There is no need to question this. Whether it is Yue Fei or Yuan Chonghuan, it is the same. Qingshan is fortunate to bury the bones of loyalty, and Bai Tie innocently casts the minister, if you really have to think carefully, kneeling in front of Yue's tomb, except for Qin Hui and a few people, the one who should kneel the most is Song Zong. But why not kneel? I am the society of the country, so how can I blame you?

Those who are wrong will always be ministers.

Yang Fan held a handful of new soil, regardless of Yuan Dushi's merits, it was just as a descendant, leniency for the dead. If Inspector Yuan is a loyal minister, then Yang Fan should feel sorry, if he really has the heart of two masters, then he will die and die, or be punished by Ling Chi, why can't he be forgiven?

A handful of new soil was added to the lonely grave, Yang Fan dusted his hands and asked, "Your surname?" ”

"The surname is She." The man was still sitting on his knees, "Do you know sir?" ”

"Sort of. Everyone dies empty, and Mr. She plans to keep it for the rest of his life? ”

"Yes. Keep it from generation to generation. The man said with a determined look in his eyes.

"Even if your husband really did, he wouldn't regret it?" Yang Fan asked.

"Never regretted it. He is my husband, so death is also my husband, even if everyone in the world thinks he has been, he is still my husband. The man said.

Yang Fan nodded, whistled, and Xiao Hei galloped over. He got on his horse and said, "Maybe." "Maybe, it's a little inexplicable. After Yang Fan had been gone for a long time, the man in front of the tomb slowly turned around, looked at the departing figure, and turned his head back. There were two more minas of silver on the ground.

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As the sun set, Yang Fan rode into the city. The black robe pulled a child with a muddy face and went west from outside the Ten Mile Pavilion. The child had a very reluctant look on his face, his eyes were red and swollen, and he seemed to have cried. The black robe touched the prince's head and said, "Do you see it?" Your father doesn't want you anymore. Even if you disappeared, there was no sound, no one was sent to look for you, but you were directly deposed as the crown prince, and now that the new emperor has ascended the throne, you have nothing left. Got it? Nothing is gone. ”

Zhu Cihong held back tears in his eyes. The two hands clasped together. It was all supposed to be his, and now, everything is in a bubble. He opened the withered hand a little angrily, "It's all you, you bad guy!" If it weren't for you, my father wouldn't have died, I'm still the crown prince, everything is you! ”

He slammed his head into the black-robed body in some rage. But it didn't work.

"It's me, so what's that? You lose everything. You don't even have the capital for revenge, what's the use of you? In other words, you're no longer useful, if you're going to die. It's easy. I can slaughter you now. The black robe sneered a few times.

The withered hand was directly pinched from the neck of the little prince, and slowly lifted it upward. The two white hands grasped the withered claws and swayed desperately. "Ahem. No...... No...... To ......"

"How? It's uncomfortable, isn't it? The black-robed hand loosened slightly, and the little prince gasped. The bloodshot cheeks were flushed. Desperately breathing fresh air. Kicking his feet in the air.

"Leave me alone, let me go." The fear in his pupils grew even heavier. as a hostage. If the value of the hostage is lost, it is undoubtedly the last talisman lost. He couldn't think of anything but begging to get the black robe to let him go.

The black robe squinted his eyes, put the prince down, and said with a smile: "You are still so young, why can't you fight with your younger brother who is not in the climate?" If you wish, I will put you on the throne and regain all that you have lost! What do you think? Interested? ”

Zhu Cihong couldn't care about anything anymore, he just wanted to survive, so he quickly nodded and agreed. The black robe laughed faintly twice and said, "You will become the emperor, isn't that perfect enough?" The black robe grabbed the little prince's waist and disappeared into the street pavilion.

Under the warm breeze, everything is as usual. Ordinary people, as long as they have fields to cultivate and clothes to wear, it doesn't matter who is in charge of this world. Spring ploughing began, and the sprouted potatoes and golden potatoes were planted in some barren or unsuitable mountains for wheat. Grain is the most basic stabilizing factor in an agrarian society. Yang Fan rode a horse, looking at the vitality of the suburbs, and the blueprint also had the most basic stroke. These sweet potatoes and potatoes, Yang Fan naturally will not take them to Guanzhong and Shaanxi to plant in those drought-stricken places, and they are also white seeds, a batch of them are in Shandong, Beijing and other places, and there are still those who have not been transported to the capital, and now it is estimated that they are in the hands of Ma Fatzi, and they are also planted in the fertile soil of the south of the Yangtze River. In midsummer, the bumper harvest, coupled with the implementation of the new tax, will definitely make the entire Ming Dynasty look new and revitalize.

When the excitement was over, Yang Fan slowly returned to his mansion. The Ningguo Marquis Mansion, which had not been hung up for a few days, was replaced by the Protector Mansion. Fu Bo was dressed in a clean blue shirt, and was instructing his subordinates to clean the courtyard, and when he saw Yang Fan coming back, he smiled and said: "Sir, your promotion, has caught up with the speed of other people's lives." The plaque of this Hou Mansion has not been hung for a few months, no, it has been changed again. ”

Yang Fan said with a smile: "It's just a change of plaque, one has no money, the other has no power, and he still uses his own silver as a plaque, he can't draw it, he can't draw it." ”

"Xiaomin Hu Lang only knocked on Yang Guogong." Lang Zhong, who had just been sent out by Hongyu, was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly knelt down to greet him. Yang Fan asked, "Hongyu, is Madam sick?" ”

Hongyu couldn't hide the joy in her heart, and said, "Master, Madam is happy!" "Chen'er Yang Fan went out of the city, Xu Rong has been having a bad appetite recently, and she is retching, so she invited a doctor, and the result is a pulse, and there is joy.

"Happy?" Yang Fan raised his eyebrows and hurriedly ran in.

"Rong'er, you...... Bun in the oven? ”

I didn't see Yang Fan for a day yesterday, and I didn't see a figure until the evening today, Xu Rong was obviously a little displeased, and said: "I'm happy, you are also going to be a father, there is no figure all day long, how worrying!" ”

Yang Fan hugged Xu Rong, listening to his stomach and laughing, leaving Xu Rong's blame behind. Seeing Yang Fan's childish temper, Xu Rong touched Yang Fan's black hair and said, "In the future, when you do things outside, you can't just think about yourself, you have to think more about my mother and son, and you have to think about us." ”

Yang Fan held Xu Rong's hand, pressed it to his cheek, and said, "That's a must." I still have to wait for my big fat son to be born. ”

His eyes narrowed, thinking about something. He must also begin to sow seeds, because, golden autumn, is not far away. In addition to the Guanning Army, the White Pole Army in Sichuan and the Zhejiang Army have to be transferred secretly, and the success of the first battle is not so easy. (To be continued.) )