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

Chu Heng's face was filled with anger, and his voice was cold, "I want to see how powerful the Wusun coalition is."

"The people of Daliang are united as one, and they are better than the others!"

All the ministers hurriedly said in unison: "Your Majesty, calm down!"

"God bless Daliang, we will be invincible in every battle and every attack."

But this is just listening...

If a fight really breaks out, it still depends on the strength of both sides. If the strength is too different, it will be difficult to win!

Chu Heng naturally understood this truth, so the direction of public opinion must be controlled first.

Only in this way can we achieve the goal of going with the flow.

He looked at Yang Chengwu and ordered, "Yang Qing, go find Bingwen now."

"Tell him to quickly write an article about today's court meeting and print it in the newspaper as soon as possible."

"As for how to write it, you know it well."

Yang Chengwu replied respectfully: "I know!"

His Majesty did not blame him, he and Si Jinzhou were in cahoots with each other, he was very touched...

After the Ministry of Industry left.

Chu Heng remained silent, and the remaining five officials stared at each other.

Especially the Minister of Justice Yan Jingzhi, he was so confused.

The Ministry of Justice usually says they are busy, and they are quite busy.

But when it comes to war, the Ministry of Justice can't help at all.

How about we go back later and see if there's anything we can confiscate so we can replenish the treasury with some silver?

Just as he was thinking, Chu Heng suddenly slapped the table and said to Yan Jingzhi: "Tell your men not to torture Marquis Jiangling."

"Please clean up the place where you live."

After saying that, he gave instructions to Chen Qiu.

"Go to the Marquis of Jiangling's mansion and explain the matter to Old Madam Xie. Don't let the old lady worry."

"Also, bring those seventy, eighty, ninety, and tensomethings to the Ministry of Justice."

"When you eat and drink, someone has to serve you. Remember not to let others see you."

"Yes."

Chen Qiu agreed and left with Yan Jingzhi.

The old Prime Minister Nalan Qing, who had been silent all this time, spoke cheerfully:

"Your Majesty is more considerate to Marquis Jiangling than to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

Even the need for someone to serve food and drink in prison was taken into consideration.

Speaking of the prince, Chu Heng rubbed his eyebrows helplessly.

I don't know how badly the child fell...

After all, he is the only flesh and blood between him and the queen, and he is usually strict with him for his future good.

As an old father, he also feels distressed when he should.

There is no other way. You have to sacrifice your child in order to trap your most trusted minister.

If he really died before the age of fifty...

I hope that Xiao Fuxing Geda will treat me better because of the 'brotherhood' we have established since childhood.

After all, the prince's situation is a bit special...

Chu Heng sighed helplessly and returned his gaze to the map.

According to the map, the area where the Scythians lived was separated from Daliang by a large desert and a large grassland.

It is equivalent to the distance from Qiantang in the south of the Yangtze River to Ailao Mountain in the southwest of Yizhou.

Because we are far apart and they are a nomadic people, we know nothing else about them except that their soldiers are fierce and brave.

As the military book says: Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will win every battle.

Knowing that he is tough but not knowing anything else will only shake the morale of the army.

There is no other way, I have to let Yuheng suffer temporarily.

I hope that the people of Daliang are not spineless cowards!

......

Outside the imperial city, An Fan returned to his residence in Chongrenfang.

By the way, the news that Marquis Jiangling was a criminal and was thrown into the prison of the Ministry of Justice was also publicized.

A vendor on the street was surprised and asked, "What? Marquis Jiangling is the descendant of Xie Ping'an?"

The butcher said, "There are so many people with the same name."

"My great-grandfather was called Su Si, the same name as the one who wrote lyrics well!"

The old man from Liangzhou next to him said angrily: "You have thick fingers, you know nothing. The one who writes lyrics is very good, it's Shi, not Si!"

"What nonsense? I am just a rough man, I can't read a few words, I don't understand those things."

"All I know is that we in Yanzhou haven't had a famine in more than ten years."

"I don't care whose descendants he is. I have already determined that Marquis Jiangling is a very good man."

The butcher chopped the wood three inches deep with his knife on the chopping board, with a fierce look on his face that made people tremble with fear.

The old man tapped the sole of his shoe and said sarcastically, "Yes, you Yanzhou are not on the border, so you naturally don't understand how much we Liangzhou people hate Xie Ping'an."

The butcher sneered at him, "Daliang has been established for more than 200 years. If you don't know, you would think you have experienced it yourself!"

The old man was so angry with him that it took him a long time to recover. Just as he was about to retort,

Then I saw a group of people dressed as scholars, bustling about, turning into this street.

The two leaders also held a banner that read: "Xie Ping An was a sinner in the previous dynasty, and this is a false history."

The old man stood up and said in a trembling voice, "If it's not true, how could it be recorded in history books?"

"You little kids, don't mess around, or you'll be caught by the Jingzhaoyi officers."

Since it is untrue, doesn't it mean that the people of Liangzhou have been scolding the wrong people all these years?

One of the girls bowed slightly to him, and then said loudly: "My brother is a juren from Yangzhou, and was also the champion of the first prize last year."

"I have followed him since I was young and have also read a lot of history books."

"According to my research, the reason why the previous dynasty fell was because the Yan Party controlled the court."

"At the end of the previous dynasty, the imperial power was lost and the emperor was like a puppet. Xie Ping'an was the emperor's beloved minister and was ordered to lead the army."

"Don't you think it's strange?"

"If the emperor of the previous dynasty had the power to mobilize hundreds of thousands of troops at will, why would he fall to the point of being manipulated by the Yan Party?"

After hearing this, the old man glanced at her with disdain and said, "What do you know, little girl?"

"Your brother is a top scholar, but you are not."

The friendly smile on the girl's face froze, and she wished she could pick up the shoulder pole of the vendor next to her and hit the old man with it.

You’re already quite old, why don’t you just reincarnate!

The girl can be tolerated, but the maid cannot.

The little maid behind her pointed at the old man and said angrily, "Why are you so unreasonable, old man?"

"My daughter comes from a family of scholars. She has read more books than many of the scholars in Chongrenfang!"

The old man stroked his beard and shook his head, "I am not as good as your young lady in reincarnating and having no worries about food and clothing."

"In our Liangzhou border, everyone knows the name of Xie Ping'an, and everyone remembers those 200,000 lives!"

The girl laughed instead of getting angry when she heard this. "Oh, you keep saying it's for the lives of 200,000 people in Liangzhou."

"But you don't want to face the true history, and hate the Scythians. You are nothing but a coward!"

The old man seemed to have his tail stepped on and immediately retorted loudly.

"The old man has eaten more salt than a yellow-haired girl like you has eaten rice."

"Don't think I don't know what's in the mind of you young girls."

"After all, you just want to marry the Marquis of Jiangling, right? Humph."