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

Yang Chengwu gave Si Yuandao a dark look and replied, "...I went fishing with Minister Si yesterday and accidentally fell into a ditch and broke my skin."

"Oh I got it."

Chu Heng looked at Si Yuan again and said, "Then Si Qing's beard was also cut off when he fell into the ditch?"

Si Yuandao immediately replied, "That's right! Your Majesty is really a man of insight and can see through everything!"

Out of consideration for the old minister's face, Chu Heng endured it again and again.

What kind of groove can cut off a person's beard? Even the prince didn't believe this nonsense!

Si Yuandao lowered his eyes and pretended to be blind.

So what if?

If he were to say, it was because he had a fight with that old dog Yang Chengwu yesterday.

Yang Chengwu, this old dog, is not as skilled as others.

He was about to hit him, but he dodged in time, causing the old dog to fall to the ground and accidentally break his lip...

Alas, what else can he do? He can only give up his beard and accompany his old friend.

The hall fell silent again. Ye Zhongliang waited for a while and made sure that no one wanted to report anything.

He said again: "Your Majesty..."

"......Your Majesty, I have something to report!"

Ye Zhongliang really wanted to take the tablet and hit Si Yuandao on the head.

All I do usually is read military books, read military books!

My own disciple is in trouble, and as a master, I can't help at all. He wants to help, but he is here to make trouble!

Ye Zhongliang was so angry, but his Majesty just favored the other five tribes!

After Si Yuandao finished his report, Ye Zhongliang just raised his tablet when he heard Si Yuandao say:

"Ah, I just remembered that there is one more thing I forgot to mention."

After repeating this several times, Ye Zhongliang finally realized it and just stopped him from talking.

But what good would this do for Marquis Jiangling? It made him so angry!

Yang Chengwu and Si Jinzhou are making trouble, and Your Majesty is following suit!

After two cups of tea, the three ministers were exhausted and returned to their seats.

Seeing that the 'battlefield' ahead had stopped, some low-ranking officials were weakly preparing to step out.

After all, Ye Zhongliang is not the only one who likes to study history books.

However, the two ministers were resting, and Xie Mingli, the elder brother, started again.

You finish singing, and then I come on stage, dragging out the time until the searchers come back.

"Reporting to Your Majesty, no tablet related to Xie Ping'an has been found in the Marquis' Mansion."

Chu Heng narrowed his eyes dangerously, looked at Chi Guanxu, and was about to speak.

A young eunuch hurried into the hall and knelt down.

He said breathlessly, "Your Majesty, An Fan from the Wusun caravan wants to see you!"

Chu Heng waved his hand, "No see!"

The young eunuch was shaking like a sieve, his face pale, "He said, if, if Your Majesty, does not, then..."

"Just what?"

"Wu, the Wusun army will soon crush Liangzhou and make the border areas bloody and bloody..."

The young eunuch stammered and then dropped his head to the ground, his entire body shaking.

He was afraid that His Majesty would vent his anger on him and cause him, the errand boy, to lose his life.

The military officer blew hot air out of his nose and glared at Chi Guanxu in the civilian team.

He said sarcastically, "What a joke! With the small military force of Wusun, are you qualified to challenge Daliang?"

The voices of criticism from the ministers continued, and Xie Yuheng stared at the floor tiles under his feet.

I thought to myself, "As expected, the Wusun came with bad intentions."

But where did the urge to challenge Wusun and Daliang come from?

Although Kunmo of Wusun married the princess of Yile, a small country to its northwest.

However, the allied forces of the two countries had to face not only Daliang, but also the Western Xiongnu.

It can't be that the Western Xiongnu were bribed? That doesn't make sense.

Over the past few years, there have been constant frictions between Wusun and Western Xiongnu.

In addition, they supported the Eastern Xiongnu and brought down the Western Xiongnu. Can we still make peace with this?

Xie Yuheng's mind was full of thoughts, and on the high platform, Chu Heng was also very angry.

No matter how angry you are, you have to consider the overall situation.

In addition, the spies in Wusun territory had not sent any information back to the country for a long time.

Chu Heng's eyes became increasingly angry, and he said in a deep voice: "Xuan!"

"I want to see where Wusun's courage comes from."

The young eunuch hurriedly got up from the ground and stumbled out of the hall.

The footsteps gradually faded away, and most people in the hall had angry expressions on their faces.

Silence prevailed. Except for some military officers who were breathing heavily and crackling their tablets, there was no sound of conversation.

The oppressive atmosphere became increasingly thicker, almost suffocating.

Finally, two footsteps were heard outside the hall, approaching from afar.

The young eunuch led An Fan into the palace, bowed again, and shouted: "Long live the emperor!"

An Fan followed, clasped his hands together, and bowed casually to Chu Heng with an extremely contemptuous attitude.

"presumptuous!"

"How dare a minister of a vassal state not kneel and bow before the sovereign of the suzerain state?"

A loud shout suddenly rang out, and the blue-clothed military officer picked up the candle stick beside the hall and pulled out the candle.

He took two steps forward, with the sharp end pointed directly at An Fan's throat.

An Fan slowly raised his chin and cast a disdainful look at the blue-clothed military officer.

He stretched out two fingers, pinched the front end of the wax stick, and pushed it towards his throat.

An Fan raised the corners of his mouth, spoke in a casual tone, and spoke in pure Daliang Mandarin, "Come on, kill me."

"If I die..."

As An Fan spoke, he licked his lips with the tip of his tongue and turned to look at Chu Heng on the platform.

"I will make the blood of millions of people in Daliang flow like a river, and bury them with me!"

Chu Heng laughed softly and waved his hand, signaling the blue-clothed military officer to withdraw.

"There is a custom among the people of Daliang. I heard that Envoy An knows a lot about the customs of the people of Daliang. How about we take a guess?"

Chu Heng's calm look made An Fan extremely unhappy.

Emperor Liang should be angry, aggrieved, and afraid!

Instead of being so leisurely!

An Fan's eyes revealed arrogance and his chin raised.

"It's quite interesting. Emperor Liang, please tell me some information. There is nothing that I, An Fan, can't guess."

Chu Heng tapped the handle of the dragon chair with his fingertips and said in a low voice:

"When I celebrate the New Year in Daliang, there is an interesting thing called killing the New Year pig."

"Whenever the New Year pig is slaughtered, neighbors will rush to watch."

"It just so happens that the International Chamber of Commerce is scheduled for the end of the year. An Wai Shi can also join in the fun."

The clever minister burst into laughter upon hearing this, with a hint of applause but also of sarcasm.

Killing the New Year pig? No, killing Anfan.

The implication is, if you want to die? Don't worry!

An Fan was a smart man, and when he heard this, his eyes became cloudy.

As expected, none of the people in Daliang are good people, they all deserve to die!

It clearly occupies the best location, with vast territory, rich resources and a large population.

Instead, he sent his beloved wife, the Queen Mother, to marry another country and take on the responsibility of the alliance between the two countries.

"Ah."

An Fan sneered, rolled his eyes and looked at the civil servant on the left.

"Just now, I heard that your country's Marquis of Jiangling, the top scholar in the Sixth Form, is the descendant of Xie Ping'an, a guilty minister."