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

However, the most important thing right now is to get the little guy healed.

He is only eighteen years old, and he has been trained.

You are so capable of shouldering great responsibilities, how can you die young? Absolutely not!

The emperor and empress stayed together for a while, and then Chu Heng sent someone to pass on a message to the Imperial Hospital.

In addition, a task was also assigned to the academicians of the Hanlin Academy.

However, when the attending scholars received the task, they were all confused... What the hell?

As the days passed, there were many things to do after the war, and Chu Heng was busy like a top every day.

But he continued to ask about Xie Yuheng's condition every day to see if it was getting better.

The little prince also visited him once in the morning and once in the evening every day.

Sometimes he would have someone bring a desk so that he could do the homework assigned by the Grand Tutor directly in his room.

When Xie Mingli brought the news that Chu Heng had people rebuild the Jiangling Marquis Mansion.

Xie Yuheng knew his choice, and his health gradually improved.

That evening, the setting sun was shining through the window lattice outside, the autumn heat was still very severe, and the cicadas were chirping non-stop.

Inside the room, the little prince was sitting at a small desk, writing seriously as usual.

The young man on the bed, with black hair like a waterfall, was leaning against the head of the bed, holding a book in his hand.

The papers turned quickly between her fingers. After a while, she raised her head and looked at Chen Qiu, who was ordered to visit her.

He raised the book in his hand, "After I became a wife, my wife died in childbirth. I inherited a huge fortune and sought pleasure every day."

Xie Yuheng looked at Chen Qiu for a moment and spoke slowly.

"It's true that you can't judge a person by his appearance. It turns out that Uncle Chen likes to read this kind of book."

"No, I..." Chen Qiuzhen was in a state of grievance. It was clearly His Majesty who asked him to bring it.

His fame for a lifetime!!! Ah!!!

It's not easy to be a close servant, Chen Qiu sighed.

He picked up another book and handed it to Xie Yuheng.

"This book is not bad. You are recovering from an illness now. Reading a book that requires your brain is not conducive to your recovery."

Upon hearing this, Xie Yuheng glanced at the cover of the book.

She raised her eyebrows slightly and reached out to take the book "On the Harm to Women's Bodies after Childbirth".

I asked curiously, "Where did Uncle Chen get so many strange and bizarre books? Why have I never seen them in any bookstore in Beijing?"

Chen Qiu's eyes were wandering and he felt a little guilty.

"Hahaha... maybe it was newly released during the few months you were away from Beijing. Yes, it was newly released!"

You can't say that His Majesty ordered the scholars of the Hanlin Academy to rush them out overnight...

Xie Yuheng opened it and saw that, like other books, the ink was still fresh.

When I smelled it closely, I could still smell the scent of ink.

She chuckled, but did not expose Chen Qiu. She just did two things at once, watching and asking.

"I heard that the woman that Brother Zhuqing captured is of great importance. I wonder where she came from?"

Chen Qiu lowered his head, sorted out other books, and said without raising his head: "Nie Nishang?

"In the past, he was the most ordinary and law-abiding of the eight great families in Beijing."

"Except for the marriage with the second branch of the Chi family, there is no other conspicuous move."

"If it weren't for this rebellion, Your Majesty actually had no intention of taking action against the Nie family."

Xie Yuheng's fingertips paused for a moment, and his gaze passed through the layers of curtains and fell on the hall, where a small person was sitting upright writing.

Anyone who can rebel with Duke Xun must have some abilities.

If female officials were completely popularized, they would have a place, but it's a pity...

Chen Qiu's voice sounded again, "Someone from the Nie family's side branch said that Nie Nishang is a remnant of the previous dynasty, and it seems that she is the most direct relative."

"But no matter how closely related they are, it was over 200 years ago. It's rare for someone to hold a grudge for so long."

Xie Yuheng retracted his gaze and said with a smile: "If this is the case, the grudges of my Xie family are even worse, and it will last for another three hundred years."

"This is different. Young Master Xie is an honest person. It is a fabricated stigma, so he must be cleared of all charges."

Chen Qiu said, then changed the subject.

"Earlier, many scholars in Jiangnan submitted many historical documents to prove Xie Qian's existence."

"In Ci'en Temple, there is another descendant of the Shi family who presented the confession letter left by his ancestors."

"As soon as you feel better, ask the Imperial Observatory to calculate an auspicious day, and then you can place Xie Shaobao's tablet in the Imperial Ancestral Temple."

Chen Qiu winked at Xie Yuheng, "Your Majesty has asked the Imperial Academy to write an official document about this matter today, and it will be sent to the Ministry of Rites soon."

Being a prime minister during one's lifetime and being enshrined in the imperial mausoleum after death has always been the lifelong pursuit of civil officials.

The Taimiao is the royal ancestral hall where the tablets of the king’s ancestors are placed. As long as the country survives, descendants will continue to worship them.

A faint smile appeared on Xie Yuheng's lips. It was so satisfying to fight with a master!

If Chu Heng is ambitious enough, he will definitely need a rare talent like her.

Attacking the United States and African states is too far away.

However, with nearby Tianzhu and Fusang, it is possible for Chu Heng to do so during his lifetime.

Xie Qian's tablet was placed in the Imperial Ancestral Temple and has been worshipped and venerated with the highest courtesy by later generations.

There is also a prerequisite - Daliang will not perish.

Xie Yuheng nodded in thanks, "I see, thank you Uncle Chen for telling me."

"Oh, you're too polite. You'll know it sooner or later anyway."

Chen Qiu waved his hand indifferently, and it was done. He turned to look at the hourglass on the small table next to him.

"It's getting late. I'll go back and report to His Majesty. You should get some rest."

"Ah."

After Chen Qiu left, Xie Yuheng continued reading.

This book was probably written by a gynecologist from the Imperial Medical Bureau, and it is somewhat authentic.

In addition to stating the damage to a woman's body after giving birth.

There are also symptoms that may be encountered during childbirth, which can also be fatal.

As I was watching, a man came in hurriedly from outside.

After saying hello to a certain little creature, he went straight in.

Xie Yuheng turned his head and saw that the person coming was his second brother Xie Mingcheng, and he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Why are you in such a hurry? What urgent matter has happened?"

Xie Mingcheng nodded like a chick pecking at rice, "I just received a transfer order. His Majesty asked me to go to Bingzhou as the commander-in-chief."

The young man on the bed pondered for a moment, "Now that Wusun has been destroyed, if the Western Wise King has no intention of rebelling, this is a good job."

"What about General Ji? Did he go south and take down the Shan Kingdom?"

Xie Mingcheng shook his head and glanced at the ice jar in the room. Although the temperature was cool, there was no wind and it felt a bit stuffy.

He picked up the fan from the table and fanned Xie Yuheng gently, then he spoke:

"News came from Qingzhou that Lord Wei was injured in a night raid in Fuso some time ago."

"So, we have to transfer another one over there quickly, so we chose General Ji."

Thinking of the colleague with whom he had worked in the Ministry of War, Xie Yuheng frowned, put down the scroll, and straightened up.

"Did you tell me about the injury? How serious is it?"

Xie Mingcheng still shook his head, "I only know it's serious, but he didn't say anything specific. Why don't you ask Lord Si later?"

Xie Yuheng lowered his eyes, guessing that it was not written in the military report at all, or he was in a coma...

Seeing that my sister was silent, she seemed a little unhappy.

Xie Mingcheng scratched his head, trying to make up for the loss, "Fortunately, the difficulties in Shangjing were solved in time."

"Otherwise, I will definitely let those Japanese gourds from Fusang sweep across Qingzhou."

"The squids are clearly afraid of landmines, but they still rush forward as if they are risking their lives."