The street seemed deserted, and the sound of carriage wheels running over the bluestone road seemed so clear. The carriage is shaking slightly, which always makes people feel drowsy in this quiet night. But the people in the carriage were worried. She sat back in the carriage, holding her forehead with her hands, her eyes full of worry.
Master Gui shook his head, got on the carriage and left. He didn't go far, turned the intersection and stopped under the big willow tree on the street, and rested against the carriage with his eyes closed. It looked like he was asleep, but within a radius of a thousand meters, even the slightest fluctuation of cultivation power could not be hidden from him.
Zhuang Feifei nodded: "Thank you."
Zhuang Feifei thought about Chen Zaiyan's words and always felt that there was something else Chen Zaiyan had not said.
The driver was an old man, he looked to be at least fifty years old, but he was very energetic. Wearing a straw hat, revealing gray hair at the temples. His complexion is very dark, as is the color of anyone who spends a lot of time in the sun. He has a goatee and looks like a very kind and polite old man.
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
Su Mao glared at Chen Zaiyan fiercely, but ultimately did not hand over the memorial in his hand. If he handed this memorial over at this time, I am afraid that not only would it have little impact, but it would also be reviled by others.
It seems that I really need to send my husband out of the capital as soon as possible, but where can I send him
My husband has been in a coma for several years, and no one from the Ministry of War has ever taken the initiative to ask about it. Moreover, people in the Ministry of War have always been very shy about that matter, and no one wants to mention it. Today, when asked by Master Shangshu, he said that the Queen Mother might be taking action. Why
Chen Zaiyan is also worried... There is indeed a traitor in the Ministry of War.
An Zheng looked at Zhuang Feifei blankly, not expecting that Zhuang Feifei would say such a thing.
"I'm sorry to trouble you. No matter what, I'll find a way to delay the king's court appearance for an hour."
Su Mao was startled: "Master Chen, it's obviously me..."
With a creak, the carriage stopped outside the gate of Tianqi Sect.
"I will explain it to you carefully later, but this matter involves the life and death of everyone in the entire military department. Please help me."
Zhuang Feifei thought about Chen Zaiyan's words and always felt that there was something else Chen Zaiyan had not said.
Mu Changyan sighed: "This is not a shame for Hao Ping'an alone, this is a shame for me, Dayan!"
After Chen Zaiyan finished speaking about playing Hao Ping'an, he knelt down and said: "Although the old minister did something illegal, I have to not plead for the old minister. The reason why the old minister did this is for the sake of the imperial court and Yan. The Ministry of War was short of money and food, and the soldiers on the border often went to war with the enemy on empty stomachs. In order to relieve this pressure, the old minister had to arrange for his men to do business. All his pockets were sent to the frontier to improve the lives of the frontier troops."
Chen Zaiyan clasped his fists: "Thank you very much."
In front of Jin Sanling's body was an offering table with a row of heads on it.
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
With a creak, the carriage stopped outside the gate of Tianqi Sect.
It seems that I really need to send my husband out of the capital as soon as possible, but where can I send him
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
Zhuang Feifei said: "Go back and rest. Huicheng has not woken up these years. Jushang Courtyard relies on you and Mr. Zhang to run it inside and outside. Without you, I would not be able to hold on."
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
Mr. Gui sighed: "We don't work hard, Mr. Da is the one who really works hard. It's not easy."
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
Chen Zaiyan is also worried... There is indeed a traitor in the Ministry of War.
Su Mao glared at Chen Zaiyan fiercely, but ultimately did not hand over the memorial in his hand. If he handed this memorial over at this time, I am afraid that not only would it have little impact, but it would also be reviled by others.
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
Daxi
An Zheng said: "Thank you."
Zhuang Feifei said something with a solemn expression.
Lao Huo nodded: "I'll go right away."
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
But the more she tried to deny her thoughts, the more those thoughts popped up involuntarily. She originally had a younger brother who was frail and sick since childhood. Her family was poor at that time. Although her parents and she tried their best, they were unable to save his younger brother in the end. When she was a child, her younger brother was just like the An Zheng she first met in the Fantasy City. He was thin, looked a little weak, but had a heart-wrenching stubbornness.
When Lao Huo led Zhuang Feifei to An Zheng's door, the door opened from the inside, and An Zheng walked out with a tired look on his face: "Come in and sit down, Master Huo. Please ask someone to make breakfast and bring it over."
In the whole world, Daxi is probably the place where the people of Yan State dare not act arrogantly.
What was he thinking about? How could An Zheng be his younger brother? It was just that the boy had a kind of familiar feeling about him.
The second thing is about An Zheng.
The second thing is about An Zheng.
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
Master Gui shook his head, got on the carriage and left. He didn't go far, turned the intersection and stopped under the big willow tree on the street, and rested against the carriage with his eyes closed. It looked like he was asleep, but within a radius of a thousand meters, even the slightest fluctuation of cultivation power could not be hidden from him.
Zhuang Feifei said something with a solemn expression.
Zhuang Feifei smiled: "I have something urgent to see your sect master, please inform me."
Mu Changyan sighed: "This is not a shame for Hao Ping'an alone, this is a shame for me, Dayan!"
The driver was an old man, he looked to be at least fifty years old, but he was very energetic. Wearing a straw hat, revealing gray hair at the temples. His complexion is very dark, as is the color of anyone who spends a lot of time in the sun. He has a goatee and looks like a very kind and polite old man.
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
After saying that, he hurried away.
The second thing is about An Zheng.
"Why?"
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
Su Mao was startled: "Master Chen, it's obviously me..."
After Chen Zaiyan finished speaking about playing Hao Ping'an, he knelt down and said: "Although the old minister did something illegal, I have to not plead for the old minister. The reason why the old minister did this is for the sake of the imperial court and Yan. The Ministry of War was short of money and food, and the soldiers on the border often went to war with the enemy on empty stomachs. In order to relieve this pressure, the old minister had to arrange for his men to do business. All his pockets were sent to the frontier to improve the lives of the frontier troops."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
The word brother came to her mind, and her spirit was shaken.
Zhuang Feifei walked in. This was the first time she walked into An Zheng's room. After she entered the door, she looked carefully and found that the furnishings in the room were extremely simple. There was no decoration at all except what was necessary.
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
In the hall, Jin Sanling's body had been sorted out, washed, his wounds sutured, and put on new clothes. He lay there as if asleep.
What was he thinking about? How could An Zheng be his younger brother? It was just that the boy had a kind of familiar feeling about him.
With a creak, the carriage stopped outside the gate of Tianqi Sect.
Mu Changyan sighed: "This is not a shame for Hao Ping'an alone, this is a shame for me, Dayan!"
With a creak, the carriage stopped outside the gate of Tianqi Sect.
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
Su Mao glared at Chen Zaiyan fiercely, but ultimately did not hand over the memorial in his hand. If he handed this memorial over at this time, I am afraid that not only would it have little impact, but it would also be reviled by others.
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
My husband has been in a coma for several years, and no one from the Ministry of War has ever taken the initiative to ask about it. Moreover, people in the Ministry of War have always been very shy about that matter, and no one wants to mention it. Today, when asked by Master Shangshu, he said that the Queen Mother might be taking action. Why
He closed the door and led Zhuang Feifei into the yard. At this time, the men who had gotten up early were already standing in the martial arts arena. Their faces were solemn, and they seemed to have a very suppressed sadness. Zhuang Feifei found it interesting. She always felt that An Zheng was very unusual, and even everyone around An Zheng was unusual.
But the more she tried to deny her thoughts, the more those thoughts popped up involuntarily. She originally had a younger brother who was frail and sick since childhood. Her family was poor at that time. Although her parents and she tried their best, they were unable to save his younger brother in the end. When she was a child, her younger brother was just like the An Zheng she first met in the Fantasy City. He was thin, looked a little weak, but had a heart-wrenching stubbornness.
Zhuang Feifei sat down and said with a smile: "This is not like the house of a treasure appraiser. Among the masters in treasure appraising that I know, there is no home that does not have a bunch of priceless treasures. In your house, the most valuable thing is Even that huanghuali chair has been repaired.”
Seeing Chen Zaiyan's solemnity, An Chengli nodded: "I understand, I will find a way."
The old man known as Gui Ye nodded: "Okay, I'll go back first. If anything happens, just send a signal and I will rush over."
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
"Why?"
Chen Zaiyan is also worried... There is indeed a traitor in the Ministry of War.
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
When Lao Huo led Zhuang Feifei to An Zheng's door, the door opened from the inside, and An Zheng walked out with a tired look on his face: "Come in and sit down, Master Huo. Please ask someone to make breakfast and bring it over."
With a creak, the carriage stopped outside the gate of Tianqi Sect.
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
"I'm sorry to trouble you. No matter what, I'll find a way to delay the king's court appearance for an hour."
Zhuang Feifei knocked lightly on the door. After a while, the door creaked open. Lao Huo stuck his head out and looked out, a little surprised: "Mr. Big, why are you here so early?"
After saying that, he hurried away.
An Chengli knew that something big must have happened. Chen Zaiyan had a calm temper, so there must be something wrong with looking for him in such a hurry.
"I'm sorry to trouble you. No matter what, I'll find a way to delay the king's court appearance for an hour."
"Mr. Big, we're here."
Only then did Mu Changyan react and asked a few perfunctory questions.
After saying that, he hurried away.
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
Zhuang Feifei regretted it as soon as she said these words.
After Chen Zaiyan finished speaking about playing Hao Ping'an, he knelt down and said: "Although the old minister did something illegal, I have to not plead for the old minister. The reason why the old minister did this is for the sake of the imperial court and Yan. The Ministry of War was short of money and food, and the soldiers on the border often went to war with the enemy on empty stomachs. In order to relieve this pressure, the old minister had to arrange for his men to do business. All his pockets were sent to the frontier to improve the lives of the frontier troops."
Zhuang Feifei walked in. This was the first time she walked into An Zheng's room. After she entered the door, she looked carefully and found that the furnishings in the room were extremely simple. There was no decoration at all except what was necessary.
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "Yesterday, when I thoroughly investigated the old accounts of the Ministry of War, I discovered that the former Secretary of the Ministry of War, Hao Pingan, secretly recruited a group of people from all over Yan as private soldiers and accepted employment. The craziness of making money was shocking. Although Hao Pingan has passed away, As Minister of the Ministry of War, I cannot but mention this matter."
Zhuang Feifei said something with a solemn expression.
The driver was an old man, he looked to be at least fifty years old, but he was very energetic. Wearing a straw hat, revealing gray hair at the temples. His complexion is very dark, as is the color of anyone who spends a lot of time in the sun. He has a goatee and looks like a very kind and polite old man.
He closed the door and led Zhuang Feifei into the yard. At this time, the men who had gotten up early were already standing in the martial arts arena. Their faces were solemn, and they seemed to have a very suppressed sadness. Zhuang Feifei found it interesting. She always felt that An Zheng was very unusual, and even everyone around An Zheng was unusual.
Zhuang Feifei sat down and said with a smile: "This is not like the house of a treasure appraiser. Among the masters in treasure appraising that I know, there is no home that does not have a bunch of priceless treasures. In your house, the most valuable thing is Even that huanghuali chair has been repaired.”
Zhuang Feifei raised her beautiful eyebrows: "It's not me who caused the trouble, nor did I kill anyone. Why am I not in the mood to joke. But about your friend... don't be too sad. People can't be resurrected after death. , you want to be more open, you have avenged him."
After an hour and a half, King Yan Mu Changyan walked into the hall. As soon as he sat down and before he spoke, Prime Minister Su Mao of the Left, who was standing at the head of the civil service, stood up. He first looked at Chen Zaiyan thoughtfully, with a sneer on his lips.
Mu Changyan still didn't understand what was going on, and looked at Chen Zaiyan in a daze. An Chengli reacted quickly, knowing that something must have happened to the Ministry of War, and quickly reminded Mu Changyan: "I am afraid that someone will make an issue against the Ministry of War, Master Chen is preemptive. The old minister has left, no matter what happens, we can only Recommend it to Lao Shangshu so that the rest of the people in the Ministry of War can be protected."
"Thank you, Mr. Gui, please go back first."
Before he finished speaking, King Yan Mu Changyan waved his hand: "Chen Zaiyan, why are you in such a hurry?"
Lao Huo nodded: "I'll go right away."
"Thank you, Mr. Gui, please go back first."
Zhuang Feifei shook her head: "Tianqi Sect is our friend, An Zheng is my friend, I will be fine here."
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
The sky was getting brighter, and when An Zheng and Zhuang Feifei left the hall, the white color in the east was getting heavier and heavier.
Zhuang Feifei said something and then walked towards the door.
Zhuang Feifei knocked lightly on the door. After a while, the door creaked open. Lao Huo stuck his head out and looked out, a little surprised: "Mr. Big, why are you here so early?"
The second thing is about An Zheng.
"It's going to be an early morning, I hope everything goes well."
The old man asked: "You really don't need me to stay?"
Zhuang Feifei walked in. This was the first time she walked into An Zheng's room. After she entered the door, she looked carefully and found that the furnishings in the room were extremely simple. There was no decoration at all except what was necessary.
Zhuang Feifei turned around: "Let's go, I have something important to talk to you about."
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
The old man asked: "You really don't need me to stay?"
Zhuang Feifei shook her head: "Tianqi Sect is our friend, An Zheng is my friend, I will be fine here."
Zhuang Feifei thought about Chen Zaiyan's words and always felt that there was something else Chen Zaiyan had not said.
"Master Chen, what do you want to see me for so early?"
"Mr. Big, we're here."
Soon after, the important ministers who were waiting for the arrival of King Yan in the court received news that King Yan suddenly felt unwell. He had just taken medicine and had to rest for a while before going to court. The morning court meeting was postponed for an hour.
The old man known as Gui Ye nodded: "Okay, I'll go back first. If anything happens, just send a signal and I will rush over."
Zhuang Feifei raised her beautiful eyebrows: "It's not me who caused the trouble, nor did I kill anyone. Why am I not in the mood to joke. But about your friend... don't be too sad. People can't be resurrected after death. , you want to be more open, you have avenged him."
"Thank you, Mr. Gui, please go back first."
Zhuang Feifei said: "Go back and rest. Huicheng has not woken up these years. Jushang Courtyard relies on you and Mr. Zhang to run it inside and outside. Without you, I would not be able to hold on."
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
"Master Chen, what do you want to see me for so early?"
Zhuang Feifei said: "Go back and rest. Huicheng has not woken up these years. Jushang Courtyard relies on you and Mr. Zhang to run it inside and outside. Without you, I would not be able to hold on."
Zhuang Feifei said: "Don't be so polite to me, where is he?"
Soon after, the important ministers who were waiting for the arrival of King Yan in the court received news that King Yan suddenly felt unwell. He had just taken medicine and had to rest for a while before going to court. The morning court meeting was postponed for an hour.
Mr. Gui sighed: "We don't work hard, Mr. Da is the one who really works hard. It's not easy."
"I will explain it to you carefully later, but this matter involves the life and death of everyone in the entire military department. Please help me."
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
Daxi
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
Zhuang Feifei nodded: "Thank you."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
Lao Huo opened the door: "Come in quickly, it's dewy outside."
"Mr. Big, we're here."
Mu Changyan still didn't understand what was going on, and looked at Chen Zaiyan in a daze. An Chengli reacted quickly, knowing that something must have happened to the Ministry of War, and quickly reminded Mu Changyan: "I am afraid that someone will make an issue against the Ministry of War, Master Chen is preemptive. The old minister has left, no matter what happens, we can only Recommend it to Lao Shangshu so that the rest of the people in the Ministry of War can be protected."
An Zheng pointed outside: "A memorial shed will be built in the yard soon, and now the body is placed in the hall outside."
Lao Huo nodded: "I'll go right away."
Master Gui shook his head, got on the carriage and left. He didn't go far, turned the intersection and stopped under the big willow tree on the street, and rested against the carriage with his eyes closed. It looked like he was asleep, but within a radius of a thousand meters, even the slightest fluctuation of cultivation power could not be hidden from him.
An Zheng said: "Thank you."
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
"Master Chen, what do you want to see me for so early?"
Zhuang Feifei knocked lightly on the door. After a while, the door creaked open. Lao Huo stuck his head out and looked out, a little surprised: "Mr. Big, why are you here so early?"
Zhuang Feifei smiled: "I have something urgent to see your sect master, please inform me."
"Master Chen, what do you want to see me for so early?"
Mu Changyan still didn't understand what was going on, and looked at Chen Zaiyan in a daze. An Chengli reacted quickly, knowing that something must have happened to the Ministry of War, and quickly reminded Mu Changyan: "I am afraid that someone will make an issue against the Ministry of War, Master Chen is preemptive. The old minister has left, no matter what happens, we can only Recommend it to Lao Shangshu so that the rest of the people in the Ministry of War can be protected."
Mr. Gui sighed: "We don't work hard, Mr. Da is the one who really works hard. It's not easy."
The second thing is about An Zheng.
An Chengli knew that something big must have happened. Chen Zaiyan had a calm temper, so there must be something wrong with looking for him in such a hurry.
It was not long before dawn, and the east was already slightly white.
Zhuang Feifei knocked lightly on the door. After a while, the door creaked open. Lao Huo stuck his head out and looked out, a little surprised: "Mr. Big, why are you here so early?"
Master Gui shook his head, got on the carriage and left. He didn't go far, turned the intersection and stopped under the big willow tree on the street, and rested against the carriage with his eyes closed. It looked like he was asleep, but within a radius of a thousand meters, even the slightest fluctuation of cultivation power could not be hidden from him.
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
Only then did Mu Changyan react and asked a few perfunctory questions.
Zhuang Feifei smiled: "I have something urgent to see your sect master, please inform me."
An Zheng pointed outside: "A memorial shed will be built in the yard soon, and now the body is placed in the hall outside."
When Lao Huo led Zhuang Feifei to An Zheng's door, the door opened from the inside, and An Zheng walked out with a tired look on his face: "Come in and sit down, Master Huo. Please ask someone to make breakfast and bring it over."
Zhuang Feifei walked in. This was the first time she walked into An Zheng's room. After she entered the door, she looked carefully and found that the furnishings in the room were extremely simple. There was no decoration at all except what was necessary.
The sky was getting brighter, and when An Zheng and Zhuang Feifei left the hall, the white color in the east was getting heavier and heavier.
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "You are still in the mood to joke."
Lao Huo opened the door: "Come in quickly, it's dewy outside."
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
Before he finished speaking, King Yan Mu Changyan waved his hand: "Chen Zaiyan, why are you in such a hurry?"
Mu Changyan still didn't understand what was going on, and looked at Chen Zaiyan in a daze. An Chengli reacted quickly, knowing that something must have happened to the Ministry of War, and quickly reminded Mu Changyan: "I am afraid that someone will make an issue against the Ministry of War, Master Chen is preemptive. The old minister has left, no matter what happens, we can only Recommend it to Lao Shangshu so that the rest of the people in the Ministry of War can be protected."
Soon after, the important ministers who were waiting for the arrival of King Yan in the court received news that King Yan suddenly felt unwell. He had just taken medicine and had to rest for a while before going to court. The morning court meeting was postponed for an hour.
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
In the whole world, Daxi is probably the place where the people of Yan State dare not act arrogantly.
He closed the door and led Zhuang Feifei into the yard. At this time, the men who had gotten up early were already standing in the martial arts arena. Their faces were solemn, and they seemed to have a very suppressed sadness. Zhuang Feifei found it interesting. She always felt that An Zheng was very unusual, and even everyone around An Zheng was unusual.
Su Mao glared at Chen Zaiyan fiercely, but ultimately did not hand over the memorial in his hand. If he handed this memorial over at this time, I am afraid that not only would it have little impact, but it would also be reviled by others.
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
Seeing Chen Zaiyan's solemnity, An Chengli nodded: "I understand, I will find a way."
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
"I will explain it to you carefully later, but this matter involves the life and death of everyone in the entire military department. Please help me."
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
Chen Zaiyan clasped his fists: "Thank you very much."
When Lao Huo led Zhuang Feifei to An Zheng's door, the door opened from the inside, and An Zheng walked out with a tired look on his face: "Come in and sit down, Master Huo. Please ask someone to make breakfast and bring it over."
It was not long before dawn, and the east was already slightly white.
An Chengli knew that something big must have happened. Chen Zaiyan had a calm temper, so there must be something wrong with looking for him in such a hurry.
My husband has been in a coma for several years, and no one from the Ministry of War has ever taken the initiative to ask about it. Moreover, people in the Ministry of War have always been very shy about that matter, and no one wants to mention it. Today, when asked by Master Shangshu, he said that the Queen Mother might be taking action. Why
Lao Huo nodded: "I'll go right away."
Zhuang Feifei said something and then walked towards the door.
He told it in a calm tone, and what he probably meant was that he discovered that Hao Ping'an had gathered a group of Jianghu people from all over the country, and privately established a chamber of commerce to accept employment from other trading firms, to protect the caravans, and to provide bodyguards for some people. As a court official, he actually engaged in business. This was really against the king's law and brought disgrace to the court.
"It's going to be an early morning, I hope everything goes well."
Zhuang Feifei walked in. This was the first time she walked into An Zheng's room. After she entered the door, she looked carefully and found that the furnishings in the room were extremely simple. There was no decoration at all except what was necessary.
The second thing is about An Zheng.
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
The old man known as Gui Ye nodded: "Okay, I'll go back first. If anything happens, just send a signal and I will rush over."
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
The second thing is about An Zheng.
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "You are still in the mood to joke."
The second thing is about An Zheng.
Zhuang Feifei sat down and said with a smile: "This is not like the house of a treasure appraiser. Among the masters in treasure appraising that I know, there is no home that does not have a bunch of priceless treasures. In your house, the most valuable thing is Even that huanghuali chair has been repaired.”
Lao Huo opened the door: "Come in quickly, it's dewy outside."
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "Yesterday, when I thoroughly investigated the old accounts of the Ministry of War, I discovered that the former Secretary of the Ministry of War, Hao Pingan, secretly recruited a group of people from all over Yan as private soldiers and accepted employment. The craziness of making money was shocking. Although Hao Pingan has passed away, As Minister of the Ministry of War, I cannot but mention this matter."
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "You are still in the mood to joke."
Zhuang Feifei nodded: "Thank you."
The old man asked: "You really don't need me to stay?"
Zhuang Feifei sat down and said with a smile: "This is not like the house of a treasure appraiser. Among the masters in treasure appraising that I know, there is no home that does not have a bunch of priceless treasures. In your house, the most valuable thing is Even that huanghuali chair has been repaired.”
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
Mr. Gui sighed: "We don't work hard, Mr. Da is the one who really works hard. It's not easy."
Zhuang Feifei knocked lightly on the door. After a while, the door creaked open. Lao Huo stuck his head out and looked out, a little surprised: "Mr. Big, why are you here so early?"
Zhuang Feifei raised her beautiful eyebrows: "It's not me who caused the trouble, nor did I kill anyone. Why am I not in the mood to joke. But about your friend... don't be too sad. People can't be resurrected after death. , you want to be more open, you have avenged him."
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
Zhuang Feifei said something and then walked towards the door.
It seems that I really need to send my husband out of the capital as soon as possible, but where can I send him
The sky was getting brighter, and when An Zheng and Zhuang Feifei left the hall, the white color in the east was getting heavier and heavier.
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
What was he thinking about? How could An Zheng be his younger brother? It was just that the boy had a kind of familiar feeling about him.
An Zheng said: "Thank you."
However, before he could speak, Chen Zaiyan stepped forward and said, "I have a script to start this memorial."
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
Before he finished speaking, King Yan Mu Changyan waved his hand: "Chen Zaiyan, why are you in such a hurry?"
Su Mao glared at Chen Zaiyan fiercely, but ultimately did not hand over the memorial in his hand. If he handed this memorial over at this time, I am afraid that not only would it have little impact, but it would also be reviled by others.
Zhuang Feifei said something with a solemn expression.
Mr. Gui sighed: "We don't work hard, Mr. Da is the one who really works hard. It's not easy."
Zhuang Feifei said: "Don't be so polite to me, where is he?"
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
Zhuang Feifei nodded: "Thank you."
An Zheng pointed outside: "A memorial shed will be built in the yard soon, and now the body is placed in the hall outside."
"I'm sorry to trouble you. No matter what, I'll find a way to delay the king's court appearance for an hour."
In front of Jin Sanling's body was an offering table with a row of heads on it.
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
After Chen Zaiyan finished speaking about playing Hao Ping'an, he knelt down and said: "Although the old minister did something illegal, I have to not plead for the old minister. The reason why the old minister did this is for the sake of the imperial court and Yan. The Ministry of War was short of money and food, and the soldiers on the border often went to war with the enemy on empty stomachs. In order to relieve this pressure, the old minister had to arrange for his men to do business. All his pockets were sent to the frontier to improve the lives of the frontier troops."
An Chengli knew that something big must have happened. Chen Zaiyan had a calm temper, so there must be something wrong with looking for him in such a hurry.
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
Zhuang Feifei said something and then walked towards the door.
The sky was getting brighter, and when An Zheng and Zhuang Feifei left the hall, the white color in the east was getting heavier and heavier.
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
It was not long before dawn, and the east was already slightly white.
Master Gui shook his head, got on the carriage and left. He didn't go far, turned the intersection and stopped under the big willow tree on the street, and rested against the carriage with his eyes closed. It looked like he was asleep, but within a radius of a thousand meters, even the slightest fluctuation of cultivation power could not be hidden from him.
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
Zhuang Feifei said: "Go back and rest. Huicheng has not woken up these years. Jushang Courtyard relies on you and Mr. Zhang to run it inside and outside. Without you, I would not be able to hold on."
In the hall, Jin Sanling's body had been sorted out, washed, his wounds sutured, and put on new clothes. He lay there as if asleep.
Mr. Gui sighed: "We don't work hard, Mr. Da is the one who really works hard. It's not easy."
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
The old man asked: "You really don't need me to stay?"
"It's going to be an early morning, I hope everything goes well."
He told it in a calm tone, and what he probably meant was that he discovered that Hao Ping'an had gathered a group of Jianghu people from all over the country, and privately established a chamber of commerce to accept employment from other trading firms, to protect the caravans, and to provide bodyguards for some people. As a court official, he actually engaged in business. This was really against the king's law and brought disgrace to the court.
Zhuang Feifei thought about Chen Zaiyan's words and always felt that there was something else Chen Zaiyan had not said.
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
Lao Huo nodded: "I'll go right away."
In front of Jin Sanling's body was an offering table with a row of heads on it.
In front of Jin Sanling's body was an offering table with a row of heads on it.
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
An Zheng found a brazier and handed some paper money to Zhuang Feifei. Zhuang Feifei knelt down and lit the paper money in the brazier: "Brother, please go away. Your revenge has been avenged by An Zheng. You have a brother like him. , It’s good. I know you must still have a lot of worries in your heart when you leave, so come back often and no one will be afraid of you.”
After an hour and a half, King Yan Mu Changyan walked into the hall. As soon as he sat down and before he spoke, Prime Minister Su Mao of the Left, who was standing at the head of the civil service, stood up. He first looked at Chen Zaiyan thoughtfully, with a sneer on his lips.
Zhuang Feifei said something and then walked towards the door.
But the more she tried to deny her thoughts, the more those thoughts popped up involuntarily. She originally had a younger brother who was frail and sick since childhood. Her family was poor at that time. Although her parents and she tried their best, they were unable to save his younger brother in the end. When she was a child, her younger brother was just like the An Zheng she first met in the Fantasy City. He was thin, looked a little weak, but had a heart-wrenching stubbornness.
"Mr. Big, we're here."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
In the whole world, Daxi is probably the place where the people of Yan State dare not act arrogantly.
An Zheng looked at Zhuang Feifei blankly, not expecting that Zhuang Feifei would say such a thing.
Only then did Mu Changyan react and asked a few perfunctory questions.
The word brother came to her mind, and her spirit was shaken.
He told it in a calm tone, and what he probably meant was that he discovered that Hao Ping'an had gathered a group of Jianghu people from all over the country, and privately established a chamber of commerce to accept employment from other trading firms, to protect the caravans, and to provide bodyguards for some people. As a court official, he actually engaged in business. This was really against the king's law and brought disgrace to the court.
In front of Jin Sanling's body was an offering table with a row of heads on it.
"It's going to be an early morning, I hope everything goes well."
An Chengli knew that something big must have happened. Chen Zaiyan had a calm temper, so there must be something wrong with looking for him in such a hurry.
The word brother came to her mind, and her spirit was shaken.
Su Mao was startled: "Master Chen, it's obviously me..."
Zhuang Feifei solemnly burned all the paper money, then stood up and bowed to the corpse: "An Zheng is very happy to have a brother like you. I am older than him, and as his sister, I will give you a ride."
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
Chen Zaiyan clasped his fists: "Thank you very much."
An Zheng found a brazier and handed some paper money to Zhuang Feifei. Zhuang Feifei knelt down and lit the paper money in the brazier: "Brother, please go away. Your revenge has been avenged by An Zheng. You have a brother like him. , It’s good. I know you must still have a lot of worries in your heart when you leave, so come back often and no one will be afraid of you.”
Zhuang Feifei turned around: "Let's go, I have something important to talk to you about."
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
"It's going to be an early morning, I hope everything goes well."
In front of Jin Sanling's body was an offering table with a row of heads on it.
Zhuang Feifei regretted it as soon as she said these words.
Chen Zaiyan is also worried... There is indeed a traitor in the Ministry of War.
Su Mao glared at Chen Zaiyan fiercely, but ultimately did not hand over the memorial in his hand. If he handed this memorial over at this time, I am afraid that not only would it have little impact, but it would also be reviled by others.
What was he thinking about? How could An Zheng be his younger brother? It was just that the boy had a kind of familiar feeling about him.
"Thank you, Mr. Gui, please go back first."
An Zheng said: "Thank you."
Zhuang Feifei thought about Chen Zaiyan's words and always felt that there was something else Chen Zaiyan had not said.
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
Zhuang Feifei regretted it as soon as she said these words.
It was not long before dawn, and the east was already slightly white.
Zhuang Feifei turned around: "Let's go, I have something important to talk to you about."
Lao Huo opened the door: "Come in quickly, it's dewy outside."
After saying that, he hurried away.
Zhuang Feifei thought about Chen Zaiyan's words and always felt that there was something else Chen Zaiyan had not said.
After saying that, he hurried away.
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
All the officials knelt down and said, "I am guilty!"
The sky was getting brighter, and when An Zheng and Zhuang Feifei left the hall, the white color in the east was getting heavier and heavier.
Zhuang Feifei smiled: "I have something urgent to see your sect master, please inform me."
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
"It's going to be an early morning, I hope everything goes well."
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "You are still in the mood to joke."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
An Zheng looked at Zhuang Feifei blankly, not expecting that Zhuang Feifei would say such a thing.
Zhuang Feifei said: "Go back and rest. Huicheng has not woken up these years. Jushang Courtyard relies on you and Mr. Zhang to run it inside and outside. Without you, I would not be able to hold on."
Zhuang Feifei said something with a solemn expression.
Zhuang Feifei said something with a solemn expression.
Zhuang Feifei knocked lightly on the door. After a while, the door creaked open. Lao Huo stuck his head out and looked out, a little surprised: "Mr. Big, why are you here so early?"
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
After saying that, he hurried away.
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
The street seemed deserted, and the sound of carriage wheels running over the bluestone road seemed so clear. The carriage is shaking slightly, which always makes people feel drowsy in this quiet night. But the people in the carriage were worried. She sat back in the carriage, holding her forehead with her hands, her eyes full of worry.
"Master Chen, what do you want to see me for so early?"
Su Mao was startled: "Master Chen, it's obviously me..."
Zhuang Feifei said: "Go back and rest. Huicheng has not woken up these years. Jushang Courtyard relies on you and Mr. Zhang to run it inside and outside. Without you, I would not be able to hold on."
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
Zhuang Feifei turned around: "Let's go, I have something important to talk to you about."
The street seemed deserted, and the sound of carriage wheels running over the bluestone road seemed so clear. The carriage is shaking slightly, which always makes people feel drowsy in this quiet night. But the people in the carriage were worried. She sat back in the carriage, holding her forehead with her hands, her eyes full of worry.
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
An Chengli knew that something big must have happened. Chen Zaiyan had a calm temper, so there must be something wrong with looking for him in such a hurry.
The sky was getting brighter, and when An Zheng and Zhuang Feifei left the hall, the white color in the east was getting heavier and heavier.
In the whole world, Daxi is probably the place where the people of Yan State dare not act arrogantly.
"I'm sorry to trouble you. No matter what, I'll find a way to delay the king's court appearance for an hour."
With a creak, the carriage stopped outside the gate of Tianqi Sect.
The street seemed deserted, and the sound of carriage wheels running over the bluestone road seemed so clear. The carriage is shaking slightly, which always makes people feel drowsy in this quiet night. But the people in the carriage were worried. She sat back in the carriage, holding her forehead with her hands, her eyes full of worry.
Zhuang Feifei said something with a solemn expression.
The sky was getting brighter, and when An Zheng and Zhuang Feifei left the hall, the white color in the east was getting heavier and heavier.
"Why?"
Zhuang Feifei said: "Go back and rest. Huicheng has not woken up these years. Jushang Courtyard relies on you and Mr. Zhang to run it inside and outside. Without you, I would not be able to hold on."
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "You are still in the mood to joke."
Only then did Mu Changyan react and asked a few perfunctory questions.
"I will explain it to you carefully later, but this matter involves the life and death of everyone in the entire military department. Please help me."
Seeing Chen Zaiyan's solemnity, An Chengli nodded: "I understand, I will find a way."
"I will explain it to you carefully later, but this matter involves the life and death of everyone in the entire military department. Please help me."
"It's going to be an early morning, I hope everything goes well."
The old man known as Gui Ye nodded: "Okay, I'll go back first. If anything happens, just send a signal and I will rush over."
Seeing Chen Zaiyan's solemnity, An Chengli nodded: "I understand, I will find a way."
Zhuang Feifei solemnly burned all the paper money, then stood up and bowed to the corpse: "An Zheng is very happy to have a brother like you. I am older than him, and as his sister, I will give you a ride."
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
Seeing Chen Zaiyan's solemnity, An Chengli nodded: "I understand, I will find a way."
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
Lao Huo opened the door: "Come in quickly, it's dewy outside."
Chen Zaiyan clasped his fists: "Thank you very much."
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "You are still in the mood to joke."
But the more she tried to deny her thoughts, the more those thoughts popped up involuntarily. She originally had a younger brother who was frail and sick since childhood. Her family was poor at that time. Although her parents and she tried their best, they were unable to save his younger brother in the end. When she was a child, her younger brother was just like the An Zheng she first met in the Fantasy City. He was thin, looked a little weak, but had a heart-wrenching stubbornness.
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
Zhuang Feifei said: "Go back and rest. Huicheng has not woken up these years. Jushang Courtyard relies on you and Mr. Zhang to run it inside and outside. Without you, I would not be able to hold on."
Zhuang Feifei said: "Don't be so polite to me, where is he?"
Mu Changyan still didn't understand what was going on, and looked at Chen Zaiyan in a daze. An Chengli reacted quickly, knowing that something must have happened to the Ministry of War, and quickly reminded Mu Changyan: "I am afraid that someone will make an issue against the Ministry of War, Master Chen is preemptive. The old minister has left, no matter what happens, we can only Recommend it to Lao Shangshu so that the rest of the people in the Ministry of War can be protected."
After Chen Zaiyan finished speaking about playing Hao Ping'an, he knelt down and said: "Although the old minister did something illegal, I have to not plead for the old minister. The reason why the old minister did this is for the sake of the imperial court and Yan. The Ministry of War was short of money and food, and the soldiers on the border often went to war with the enemy on empty stomachs. In order to relieve this pressure, the old minister had to arrange for his men to do business. All his pockets were sent to the frontier to improve the lives of the frontier troops."
"Master Chen, what do you want to see me for so early?"
After saying that, he hurried away.
Chen Zaiyan clasped his fists: "Thank you very much."
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "You are still in the mood to joke."
An Zheng pointed outside: "A memorial shed will be built in the yard soon, and now the body is placed in the hall outside."
An Zheng looked at Zhuang Feifei blankly, not expecting that Zhuang Feifei would say such a thing.
Lao Huo opened the door: "Come in quickly, it's dewy outside."
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
Only then did Mu Changyan react and asked a few perfunctory questions.
"I will explain it to you carefully later, but this matter involves the life and death of everyone in the entire military department. Please help me."
Soon after, the important ministers who were waiting for the arrival of King Yan in the court received news that King Yan suddenly felt unwell. He had just taken medicine and had to rest for a while before going to court. The morning court meeting was postponed for an hour.
In the hall, Jin Sanling's body had been sorted out, washed, his wounds sutured, and put on new clothes. He lay there as if asleep.
"Master Chen, what do you want to see me for so early?"
In the hall, Jin Sanling's body had been sorted out, washed, his wounds sutured, and put on new clothes. He lay there as if asleep.
Many people in the court looked at each other and seemed to be worried.
The driver was an old man, he looked to be at least fifty years old, but he was very energetic. Wearing a straw hat, revealing gray hair at the temples. His complexion is very dark, as is the color of anyone who spends a lot of time in the sun. He has a goatee and looks like a very kind and polite old man.
"Thank you, Mr. Gui, please go back first."
Zhuang Feifei shook her head: "Tianqi Sect is our friend, An Zheng is my friend, I will be fine here."
After an hour and a half, King Yan Mu Changyan walked into the hall. As soon as he sat down and before he spoke, Prime Minister Su Mao of the Left, who was standing at the head of the civil service, stood up. He first looked at Chen Zaiyan thoughtfully, with a sneer on his lips.
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
An Zheng pointed outside: "A memorial shed will be built in the yard soon, and now the body is placed in the hall outside."
Zhuang Feifei walked in. This was the first time she walked into An Zheng's room. After she entered the door, she looked carefully and found that the furnishings in the room were extremely simple. There was no decoration at all except what was necessary.
However, before he could speak, Chen Zaiyan stepped forward and said, "I have a script to start this memorial."
Zhuang Feifei thought about Chen Zaiyan's words and always felt that there was something else Chen Zaiyan had not said.
All the officials knelt down and said, "I am guilty!"
Su Mao was startled: "Master Chen, it's obviously me..."
An Zheng smiled bitterly: "You are still in the mood to joke."
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
Chen Zaiyan clasped his fists: "Thank you very much."
Before he finished speaking, King Yan Mu Changyan waved his hand: "Chen Zaiyan, why are you in such a hurry?"
An Zheng said: "Thank you."
An Chengli knew that something big must have happened. Chen Zaiyan had a calm temper, so there must be something wrong with looking for him in such a hurry.
Zhuang Feifei said: "Don't be so polite to me, where is he?"
After Chen Zaiyan finished speaking about playing Hao Ping'an, he knelt down and said: "Although the old minister did something illegal, I have to not plead for the old minister. The reason why the old minister did this is for the sake of the imperial court and Yan. The Ministry of War was short of money and food, and the soldiers on the border often went to war with the enemy on empty stomachs. In order to relieve this pressure, the old minister had to arrange for his men to do business. All his pockets were sent to the frontier to improve the lives of the frontier troops."
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.
Seeing Chen Zaiyan's solemnity, An Chengli nodded: "I understand, I will find a way."
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
Zhuang Feifei raised her beautiful eyebrows: "It's not me who caused the trouble, nor did I kill anyone. Why am I not in the mood to joke. But about your friend... don't be too sad. People can't be resurrected after death. , you want to be more open, you have avenged him."
The old man known as Gui Ye nodded: "Okay, I'll go back first. If anything happens, just send a signal and I will rush over."
Zhuang Feifei smiled: "I have something urgent to see your sect master, please inform me."
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
Soon after, the important ministers who were waiting for the arrival of King Yan in the court received news that King Yan suddenly felt unwell. He had just taken medicine and had to rest for a while before going to court. The morning court meeting was postponed for an hour.
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
He told it in a calm tone, and what he probably meant was that he discovered that Hao Ping'an had gathered a group of Jianghu people from all over the country, and privately established a chamber of commerce to accept employment from other trading firms, to protect the caravans, and to provide bodyguards for some people. As a court official, he actually engaged in business. This was really against the king's law and brought disgrace to the court.
Mu Changyan sighed: "This is not a shame for Hao Ping'an alone, this is a shame for me, Dayan!"
Mu Changyan sighed: "This is not a shame for Hao Ping'an alone, this is a shame for me, Dayan!"
The driver was an old man, he looked to be at least fifty years old, but he was very energetic. Wearing a straw hat, revealing gray hair at the temples. His complexion is very dark, as is the color of anyone who spends a lot of time in the sun. He has a goatee and looks like a very kind and polite old man.
On the general's side, almost everyone looked at Chen Zaiyan angrily. Most of the people on the civil service side didn't know what was going on, and they all looked at Chen Zaiyan as if they were watching a show.
An Zheng looked at Zhuang Feifei blankly, not expecting that Zhuang Feifei would say such a thing.
At the same time, Chen Zaiyan, Minister of the Ministry of War, met An Chengli, the eunuch Bingbi, in a secluded corner of the palace.
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
"It's going to be an early morning, I hope everything goes well."
An Zheng found a brazier and handed some paper money to Zhuang Feifei. Zhuang Feifei knelt down and lit the paper money in the brazier: "Brother, please go away. Your revenge has been avenged by An Zheng. You have a brother like him. , It’s good. I know you must still have a lot of worries in your heart when you leave, so come back often and no one will be afraid of you.”
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
In the whole world, Daxi is probably the place where the people of Yan State dare not act arrogantly.
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "Yesterday, when I thoroughly investigated the old accounts of the Ministry of War, I discovered that the former Secretary of the Ministry of War, Hao Pingan, secretly recruited a group of people from all over Yan as private soldiers and accepted employment. The craziness of making money was shocking. Although Hao Pingan has passed away, As Minister of the Ministry of War, I cannot but mention this matter."
Zhuang Feifei stood up and An Zheng led her out of the room without stopping her.
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
Zhuang Feifei smiled: "I have something urgent to see your sect master, please inform me."
She was thinking about two things in her mind... The first was, why did Master Shangshu specifically ask about her husband? A few years ago, her husband Shang Huicheng was seriously injured. Since then, she has tried her best to treat him. If she hadn't given up, Shang Huicheng might have died a long time ago. After all, for that kind of injury, even if all the famous doctors in the world came, there was nothing they could do to find all the needed medicines.
Zhuang Feifei regretted it as soon as she said these words.
He told it in a calm tone, and what he probably meant was that he discovered that Hao Ping'an had gathered a group of Jianghu people from all over the country, and privately established a chamber of commerce to accept employment from other trading firms, to protect the caravans, and to provide bodyguards for some people. As a court official, he actually engaged in business. This was really against the king's law and brought disgrace to the court.
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
Lao Huo nodded: "I'll go right away."
All the officials knelt down and said, "I am guilty!"
Zhuang Feifei smiled: "I have something urgent to see your sect master, please inform me."
Mu Changyan still didn't understand what was going on, and looked at Chen Zaiyan in a daze. An Chengli reacted quickly, knowing that something must have happened to the Ministry of War, and quickly reminded Mu Changyan: "I am afraid that someone will make an issue against the Ministry of War, Master Chen is preemptive. The old minister has left, no matter what happens, we can only Recommend it to Lao Shangshu so that the rest of the people in the Ministry of War can be protected."
"Why?"
An Zheng's expression changed, and he suddenly felt at a loss.
Only then did Mu Changyan react and asked a few perfunctory questions.
Chen Zaiyan is also worried... There is indeed a traitor in the Ministry of War.
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "Yesterday, when I thoroughly investigated the old accounts of the Ministry of War, I discovered that the former Secretary of the Ministry of War, Hao Pingan, secretly recruited a group of people from all over Yan as private soldiers and accepted employment. The craziness of making money was shocking. Although Hao Pingan has passed away, As Minister of the Ministry of War, I cannot but mention this matter."
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
Zhuang Feifei nodded: "Thank you."
After Chen Zaiyan finished speaking about playing Hao Ping'an, he knelt down and said: "Although the old minister did something illegal, I have to not plead for the old minister. The reason why the old minister did this is for the sake of the imperial court and Yan. The Ministry of War was short of money and food, and the soldiers on the border often went to war with the enemy on empty stomachs. In order to relieve this pressure, the old minister had to arrange for his men to do business. All his pockets were sent to the frontier to improve the lives of the frontier troops."
Zhuang Feifei regretted it as soon as she said these words.
To be honest, Zhuang Feifei didn't know what she thought of An Zheng. She knew that An Zheng was kind to her, but she always repaid the kindness. It can even be said that she has given a lot to An Zheng in return. But she was willing to treat An Zheng as a friend... He couldn't be said to be a friend, but more like... a younger brother
Zhuang Feifei smiled: "I have something urgent to see your sect master, please inform me."
Su Mao glared at Chen Zaiyan fiercely, but ultimately did not hand over the memorial in his hand. If he handed this memorial over at this time, I am afraid that not only would it have little impact, but it would also be reviled by others.
It was not long before dawn, and the east was already slightly white.
Zhuang Feifei turned around: "Let's go, I have something important to talk to you about."
An Zheng found a brazier and handed some paper money to Zhuang Feifei. Zhuang Feifei knelt down and lit the paper money in the brazier: "Brother, please go away. Your revenge has been avenged by An Zheng. You have a brother like him. , It’s good. I know you must still have a lot of worries in your heart when you leave, so come back often and no one will be afraid of you.”
Mu Changyan sighed: "This is not a shame for Hao Ping'an alone, this is a shame for me, Dayan!"
Many people in the court looked at each other and seemed to be worried.
Chen Zaiyan held a memorial in his hand and handed it over with both hands: "I want to participate in the memorial to Hao Ping'an, the former Minister of War, to recruit private soldiers, run illegal things, and make money privately."
Daxi
Many people in the court looked at each other and seemed to be worried.
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
All the officials knelt down and said, "I am guilty!"
Chen Zaiyan said loudly: "Yesterday, when I thoroughly investigated the old accounts of the Ministry of War, I discovered that the former Secretary of the Ministry of War, Hao Pingan, secretly recruited a group of people from all over Yan as private soldiers and accepted employment. The craziness of making money was shocking. Although Hao Pingan has passed away, As Minister of the Ministry of War, I cannot but mention this matter."
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
But the more she tried to deny her thoughts, the more those thoughts popped up involuntarily. She originally had a younger brother who was frail and sick since childhood. Her family was poor at that time. Although her parents and she tried their best, they were unable to save his younger brother in the end. When she was a child, her younger brother was just like the An Zheng she first met in the Fantasy City. He was thin, looked a little weak, but had a heart-wrenching stubbornness.
Su Mao glared at Chen Zaiyan fiercely, but ultimately did not hand over the memorial in his hand. If he handed this memorial over at this time, I am afraid that not only would it have little impact, but it would also be reviled by others.
Chen Zaiyan clasped his fists: "Thank you very much."
"Take me to burn some paper money. I'm afraid I won't have time to come during the funeral."
The old man known as Gui Ye nodded: "Okay, I'll go back first. If anything happens, just send a signal and I will rush over."
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
As soon as this sentence came out, everyone was stunned. Su Mao, who was looking at Chen Zaiyan's sneer, turned extremely ugly, as if he had eaten dog shit. He also held a memorial in his hand, which was a memorial in which everyone in the military department formed a clique for personal gain and attempted rebellion. But he was a step late, and Chen Zaiyan had already taken the advantage.
When Lao Huo led Zhuang Feifei to An Zheng's door, the door opened from the inside, and An Zheng walked out with a tired look on his face: "Come in and sit down, Master Huo. Please ask someone to make breakfast and bring it over."
In the whole world, Daxi is probably the place where the people of Yan State dare not act arrogantly.
Zhuang Feifei raised her beautiful eyebrows: "It's not me who caused the trouble, nor did I kill anyone. Why am I not in the mood to joke. But about your friend... don't be too sad. People can't be resurrected after death. , you want to be more open, you have avenged him."
Chen Zaiyan is also worried... There is indeed a traitor in the Ministry of War.
Zhuang Feifei said something with a solemn expression.
Memories of her brother and the shadow of An Zheng kept overlapping in her mind, making her more and more confused.
When Lao Huo led Zhuang Feifei to An Zheng's door, the door opened from the inside, and An Zheng walked out with a tired look on his face: "Come in and sit down, Master Huo. Please ask someone to make breakfast and bring it over."
She was also wearing loose men's clothing, so the men in the martial arts arena didn't pay much attention. Walking further inside, a few guys wearing only shorts were taking a shower with cold water freshly drawn from the well. Under the dim light of the torch, each of these people looked extremely majestic. There are some white clothes on the shelf next to them. They must have been bought somewhere overnight, and they will all change into them after a while. They were the coffin bearers, so they got up early to bathe and change clothes.