The streets of Qinghuafang that were originally bustling with traffic suddenly became empty.

Heavy snow covers the streets again...

At the same time, in a certain square next door, in a prime minister's house, another party was also held in the study.

But the atmosphere in the study is also a bit special.

Di Fuzi, Shen Xisheng and other separatist ministers were all present, but at this moment, after reading a certain secret letter, they were looking at Xie Xun with strange eyes as he hurriedly woke up from sleep and came over, looking confused.

"Master, Brother Shen, everyone, why are you looking at me like this?"

Until that fresh secret letter was handed to him.

Xie Xun frowned and looked at it. After a while, his face changed slightly, and he asked in shock: "Who did this...? Is Liang Han over there now to clean up the situation? Wait, what do you think of me like this? Could it be suspicion? …”

"What suspicion, what kind of word is this?" Shen Xisheng asked in a strange tone: "But, is it... Xunyang Prince's Mansion? Is it Liang Han's handwriting?"

A middle-aged scholar next to him, who came on behalf of the Prime Minister's Palace, asked with a serious face and a respectful tone:

"His Royal Highness, Prince Xiang, is also very curious about this. I would like to ask, is it the fault of your disciple, Mr. Tanlang? Does Prince Xunyang's palace... have a tripod sword?"

Hearing this, Xie Xun immediately calmed down his expression, took a deep breath, quickly picked up the cup of tea in front of him, drank it all, put down the cup, and said calmly:

"I don't know. It probably has nothing to do with them. Lianghan is quite honest. I even visited him last time when I was a teacher. You see, Prince Xunyang's family and Lianghan were drinking at a poetry meeting that day..."

Seeing that he didn't know what to ask, everyone looked at each other in confusion. The middle-aged scribe's eyes were still a little suspicious and disbelieving. Finally, they all looked at Master Di, and someone asked:

"Master, what should we do now? Is this really done by those rebels?"

The fat old man put down the manuscript of a poem "Inscribed on Chrysanthemums" in his hand. He had been in a trance while reading it. Now he came back to his senses. He carefully folded it and shook his head and said:

"It doesn't matter who did it. We don't need the truth now. Previously, we suggested that the prince of Xunyang City should stay still for the time being, wait and see what happens, avoid the Wei family's sharpness, and wait for the outcome of our side... Now it seems that the plan can't keep up. Changes, the winner is likely to be in Jiangzhou, well, it can be regarded as the luck of King Xunyang and Ouyang Lianghan, but it is hard to say whether this luck is good or bad, but they must help. "

The old prime minister sighed, got up and put on his whitened official uniform.

Xie Xun, Shen Xisheng and others nodded one after another, looked at each other, and retreated with either joy or seriousness. The middle-aged counselor representing the Prime Minister's Palace had no expression on his face. After going out, he caught up with the others, and inquired if they were there or not. I listened very carefully to Ouyang Rong's affairs.

The sudden news from Jiangzhou spread throughout the Luoyang government and the people. Originally, in this era, it was normal for a few people to die in distant states and counties, and border wars often killed a lot of people. Not to mention that Jiangzhou now can be regarded as belonging to the Southwest Front. .

But the key officials in charge of the Donglin Giant Buddha are dead right now: a Qi practitioner from Si Tianjian who was ordered by the emperor, a provincial governor, and a prince's legitimate son, not to mention the collapsed Buddha statue... It's the first time so far. example.

In the city of Luoyang, on the winter solstice day when all the families were gathering for dinner, figures leaving the family banquet hurriedly entered the palace. The original festive atmosphere in the palace was gone. The palace ladies holding lanterns all lowered their heads and walked slowly past a certain stern hall... …
Chapter completed!