Two guards of the forbidden army rushed over and dragged out the imperial doctor Hua Zhong, who was lying on the ground and didn't know whether he was alive or dead, and Emperor Chen was still angry, and smacked fiercely: "Dog kills!" In vain, I trust you! ”

Ding Feiyong looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel a little suspicious in his heart.

He has known Zhao Chang, the second prince of the year and the current Emperor Chen, for many years, and knows Zhao Chang very well.

But today, without waiting for Hua Zhong to finish speaking, he kicked him to death, which is obviously not in line with his consistent temperament, but I don't know why?

Ding Feiyong was silent on his face, and slowly sent Emperor Chen and the ministers out of the door, bowing down to thank him.

Emperor Chen boarded the dragon and seemed to remember something, turned his head to Ding Feiyong and said: "Aiqing, Ding Xiang and the first emperor were close friends, Ding Xiang is loyal to the royal family, he has done his best, and his merit is in the community, I ...... Ready to be enshrined with royal specifications, the Ministry of Engineering was built next to the emperor's mausoleum, non-yong, what do you think?

When the ministers who accompanied them heard this, their faces showed envy.

The royal specifications are enshrined, and they are buried in the emperor's mausoleum, which is the most important for the emperor since ancient times, or the courtiers who have made immortal meritorious deeds, can have this honor.

"When my father was there, I often told Weichen that the graves of the ancestors were far away in Shu, and I didn't think about it day and night, and my father wanted Weichen to bury him at the foot of Danjing Mountain in his hometown, and the ministers ...... I beg your Majesty's permission......"

Ding Feiyong replied respectfully.

"Hmm...... So, that's it! What I ...... That's it, Aiqing's Day mourning! ”

After Emperor Chen finished speaking, he waved his hand, and the dragon moved slowly.

"Weichen sends your majesty!"

Ding Feiyong leaned over and said respectfully, for a moment, he raised his head and looked at Emperor Chen's distant figure, with an incomprehensible look on his face.

The news of Prime Minister Ding Fengyuan's death soon spread throughout the government and the opposition, Ding Xiang was honest and upright, and had a very high reputation in the court and the people, and there was an endless stream of people who came to mourn.

When the news reached Zhixing Academy, Wei Zhilin, Cheng Ziya, and Fang Yizhi, who had recovered from his injuries, also rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The entire Luoyang City, because of the defeat of the front-line war and the bad news of Ding Xiang's death, was shrouded in a gloomy fog......

…………

In Wuwei City, the distant capital of Xiliang Kingdom, it is a different situation. The use of troops against the Great Chen Empire and the victory in the first battle made the people of this country extremely excited, and the faces of the people in Wuwei City were full of brilliance, and even their voices were a few tones louder than usual.

As everyone knows, the lord of Xiliang is old and sick, and the two princes are in charge of state affairs, and they 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 their emperor, the supreme existence who had lived in the deep palace for a long time.

It wasn't until the good news that the Xiliang Iron Cavalry defeated the 250,000 army of the Great Chen State that they suddenly remembered that their holy Shenwei Heavenly Khan, even if he lingered on the sickbed, was still the most powerful king in the world.

What does it mean to be strategizing and winning thousands of miles away? Their Emperor Majesty is the perfect answer!

In the mansion of the second prince of Wuwei City, the second prince Kan Yong walked around the hall like a trapped beast, he was tall and mighty, with a thick beard, and the rough lines on his face were tight, and the staff member Sahami sat aside, brushing his beard and bowing his head in contemplation.

"Now that the eldest brother has led the troops to conquer Dachen Shucheng one after another, he is already very prestigious in the court, and now those wavering wall grasses are afraid that they will choose to stand on his side, and he has a close relationship with Han Zhan...... With military merits, if you add the support of Captain Han Zongwang, this battle for the throne ...... I'm completely at a disadvantage, how is this a good ......"

Kan Yong said, looking at Sahami who was still thinking, and said anxiously: "My wise man, you can help me come up with an idea!"

Sahami pondered for a moment and smiled leisurely: "Your Highness, don't worry! I have a plan to get Captain Han to support you with all his heart! ”

When Kan Yong heard this, he suddenly came to his senses, and said, "I want to hear it in detail!" ”

Sahami stroked his beard, his eyes narrowed slightly, and said: "I heard that Mrs. Han has a granddaughter, who looks beautiful and beautiful, you entered the palace to ask Your Majesty for marriage, Your Majesty has been stubbornly ill for a long time, and there is a saying among the people, called marriage Chongxi, with your wedding joy, maybe Your Majesty's illness will be improved!" ”

When he said this, he slowly stretched out two fingers with a smug face, and continued: "Han Zongwang broke the country and went to Xiliang when he was ruined, and now although he is a lieutenant, he is full of suspicion in the court, and has been isolated and helpless...... Not only can you make Your Majesty feel your filial piety, but also tie up Captain Han together, this is a plan to kill two birds with one stone......"

When Kan Yong heard this, he smiled, clapped his hands with his hands, and praised again and again: "Wonderful, wonderful, this plan is wonderful!" ”

While the two were talking, a butler-like man walked in and handed Kan Yong a secret letter: "Your Highness, the latest battle report from the front!"

Kan Yong opened it and read it, he was even more overjoyed, bent his middle finger and flicked the letterhead, and said with a smile: "My good big brother has encountered a hard bone now, haha...... Ling Wenyue held on and attacked our grain and grass camp at night, and nearly half of our army's grain and grass were burned, with more than 10,000 dead and wounded......"

As he spoke, he stroked the bushy beard on his chin and said with a worried face, "What I'm most worried about right now...... Once the front line is lost, will my father send Han Zongwang to fight in person? ”

Sahami shook his head and said: "Your Highness doesn't have to worry too much, Your Majesty will not send him to the current battle situation, Han Zongwang was the generalissimo of the soldiers and horses of Daliang back then, and he was one of the four great masters in the world...... Not only to use him, but also to guard against him, this is something that anyone with a discerning eye can see!

"Good! So much better! I'll go to the palace to see my father immediately! ”

Kan Yong gave Sahami a thumbs up approvingly and laughed loudly.

…………

He An, Fan Dazhi and others rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion when they heard the news, but the deep alley of Dingding Street was much more lively than before, and the civil and military ministers of the imperial court came one after another to bid farewell to the respected Ding Xiang, He An, Fan Dazhi, Zhuge Guagua, Han Chanjuan and others were crowded in the crowd, but they couldn't even enter the 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 teenagers were the people valued by his master, so he asked everyone to welcome everyone in from the corner door next to him.

After He An and a few people finished mourning Ding Xiang, they saw Ding Wenruo, and they didn't see each other for a few days.

The female students of Zhixing Academy surrounded Wen Ruo and comforted Wen Ruo, Han Chanjuan took Wen Ruo's hand, her eyes were slightly red, and she didn't know what she was talking about.

It was easy for everyone to disperse, He An slowly walked to Ding Wenruo's side, looking at Wen Ruo's beautiful and sad appearance, he didn't know what to say for a while, and only after a while did he speak: "Wenruo, please mourn!" ”

Ding Wenruofang's heart trembled for no reason, and she raised a face with pear blossoms and rain, and looked at He An.

Thinking of the grandfather who loves him the most, he will go back to his hometown with his father in a few days to keep filial piety for three years, in this life and this life, I don't know if I can still see the jade boy in front of me, I can't help but feel sad, tears burst out of my eyes......

Wen Ruo...... Many...... Take care! ”

He An couldn't help but gloom, and said in a low voice.

Han Chanjuan was in the crowd, her eyes looked at He An and Ding Wenruo from time to time, biting her lower lip like jade, frowning slightly, and she didn't know what she was thinking......

Leaving the Prime Minister's Mansion, it was not early, He An sent Han Chanjuan home, along the way, seeing He An sullen, Han Chanjuan wanted to speak and stopped.

"Thank you......"

He An said lightly.

"Thank me for what? Did you find that I am particularly virtuous? Particularly empathetic? ”

Han Chanjuan's eyes smiled into crescent moons, and she made a grimace at He An.

He An couldn't help laughing, caught her Rouyi, and said softly: "You are really virtuous and understanding, what I can't expect is ...... You're going to see Wen Ruo too! ”

"She died her grandfather, and she has to go back to her hometown far, far away, it's really pitiful to think about!"

Han Chanjuan frowned at her good-looking eyebrows, bit her lip with her teeth, and a wisp of green silk brushed her smooth cheeks, looking very delicate.

At this moment, He An felt that Han Chanjuan in front of him was the most beautiful and kind woman in the world......

Back at the residence of Zhixingyuan, He An rummaged through the cabinets, found the only three taels of silver, and pulled Fan Dazhi out again.

After strolling around Suzaku Street, He An bought a bunch of books in one go, and hurriedly returned to Zhixing Academy, Fan Dazhi followed him with a thick stack, tired and panting.

"Xiao An, you ...... What do you do with so many books? ”

Fan Dazhi asked with some puzzlement.

He An was carrying two bundles of books in his hand, his steps were brisk, and he turned his head and said, "If Wen wants to go back to his hometown with the teacher to keep filial piety for three years, let's buy back the books that need to be studied in the courtyard in the future...... Annotate it and give it to her, the teacher returned to his hometown and was involved in mundane affairs, and it was difficult to have time to tutor Wen Ruo's homework. ”

He An once helped Lu Zhengqing do a proofreading for a while, and he was very clear about the teaching books of Zhixing Academy, he returned to his residence, first sorted out a bunch of books, sat in front of the desk, turned on the oil lamp, dipped the pen in ink, and began to write......

Unconsciously, the night was getting deeper, He An was writing under the lamp, and Fan Dazhi's loud snoring sound was heard in his ears......

After a few hours, a pile of books was only annotated by a fifth, He An stood up, moved his body, and continued to write......

Until the sky was slightly bright, He An rubbed his somewhat sore wrists, got up and washed his face with cold water, looked at the stack of books that had been annotated, and was very satisfied.

Fan Dazhi, who had been sleeping soundly all night, woke up, looked at He An's dark circles, and couldn't help exclaiming: "Oops! Xiao An, you haven't slept all night, go on like this...... Your body will burn out, so why be in such a hurry? When I'm full tonight, I'll write it for you! ”

He An stretched his body, and his eyebrows were faintly worried: "In a few days, the teacher will take Wen Ruo back to his hometown, I'm afraid it's too late, what can we do...... That's all there is to it! ”

In the next two days, in addition to attending classes and eating, He An locked himself in his residence whenever he had spare time, and stayed up all night, seeing that there were only a few books left and the annotations were completed.

After school that afternoon, He An was about to go back to annotate, but Han Chanjuan stopped him.