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Chapter 829 Release Yang He

In the current situation, Lu Chang'an cannot kill and let go.

"Even if the camp in the suburbs of Beijing surrounded the Suping Palace, the army would be famous, right?" Hongxuan stroked his beard and said.

Yan Mu thought about it and smiled, "This is not simple yet."

He called Feng Zheng and Zi Jin over and asked them to dress up as men in black to go to the Suping Palace for a big disturbance. Jingzhao Palace cooperated with the arrest, and then he ordered the camps in the suburbs of Beijing to protect the safety of the Suping Palace.

When Feng Zheng heard this, his face turned dark.

"Why do you always make me a thief?"

Yan Mu raised his eyebrows, "Do you still want to save Yang He?"

Feng Zheng gritted his teeth and went out in anger. Zi Jin felt it was fun and agreed happily, ensuring that he had completed the task, and then he went to chase Feng Zheng.

Speaking of Yang He, Liu Yunxiang asked him how far the case had progressed.

"The account book was handed over to the Shangshu, and the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Revenue verified it together, so naturally the problem was discovered soon. When the emperor heard that the construction of the palace was involved, he did not dare to let the ministers investigate it deeply. He immediately ordered the Dali Temple to close the case because Yang He was falsely accused. Yang He was also a ghost spirit. When Dali Temple interrogated him again, he began to complain, saying that he had never seen the one million taels of silver. The reason why the Seventh Prince was an accomplice was actually to make the court pay attention to the case and investigate it again." Yan Mu hummed after saying that.

Not only did he struggle with Yang He's case, but his princess also struggled with him.

"When will Lord Yang be released?" Liu Yunxiang asked.

"There will be a process for closing the case in Dali Temple, and it will only take a few days."

Hearing this, Liu Yunxiang felt relieved. A good official like Yang He could not be let down.

Seeing that it was getting late, Hongxuan stood up and said he wanted to return to the palace.

"Do you still have to make soup?" Yan Mu asked.

Hongxuan sighed, "Guru Meng said that the soup I made is so delicious, from one time a day to one time a day a day."

Yan Mu held back his laughter, "Looking back, we have the opportunity to make Taoist master's craftsmanship often."

Hongxuan couldn't help but glared at Yan Mu, "The deer whip soup I made is good, your highness also needs to be replenished?"

"No need."

"Really not needed?"

Yan Mu's face turned dark, "Hurry back to the palace and go to make your soup."

Hongxuan smiled, remembered something, and asked again: "By the way, can you find out the details of Concubine Meng clearly?"

Yan Mu shook his head, "I sent someone to Huajie to check it, but I found out that Guiren Meng was sold here by a human trafficker. His home was in Yangzhou and Nanzhou, and his parents and relatives passed away during the riots."

"This noble man Meng is very capable. Now the emperor favors her only because she loves dancing. What moon-piercing building does the emperor want to build for her? The height of the building can be used to pick the stars."

Yan Mu frowned, "I didn't get the news."

"I also heard from the little palace maid who served the emperor. It was probably just a matter of coaxing nobleman Meng. If it was just a word, it would be fine, but if it was serious, then..."

Given the current situation of Darong, the national treasury is empty and the finances in various places are tight. If we really want to build this Zhaiyue Tower, it will definitely arouse public anger.

"I will find a way to see the emperor when I enter the palace tomorrow, or let him stop this delusion." Yan Mu said.

Hongxuan nodded, "If there is any other news, I will also send a message to Your Highness."

Murong Tuo suddenly died, Xue Changfeng took over as the commander of the camp in the suburbs of Beijing, and the Suping Palace was surrounded. These three major events caused quite a stir in the court.

In the next few days, Yan Mu was blocked by the ministers in the study room again and did not return home for several nights.

That day, after lunch, Liu Yunxiang fell asleep. She slept for a long time, and when she woke up again, the sun was almost west.

She felt that she had grown more recently and her appetite gradually improved.

"Girl, you're awake." Jinyan twisted a wet veil and handed it over, "Mr. Yang has been waiting in the hall for a while."

"Mr. Yang?" Liu Yunxiang was stunned.

"Yes, Lord Yang Heyang."

Liu Yunxiang reacted, quickly cleaned up and hurried out. Yang He sat in the hall, Feng Zheng stood aside, and the master and servant were talking lively.

"Feng Er's wife really agrees to Feng Er marry another one? No, her fierceness is famous in Yanzhou City. Feng Er glanced at her young wife and was beaten in the street!" Yang He's expression was the same as those of the aunts and aunts who were asking about other people's gossip. He was curious and excited.

"I really agreed and I even prepared a generous betrothal gift." Feng Zheng was also very interested in what he said.

"Why did she go crazy?"

“It’s really a bit.”

“How to say it?”

"She married Feng Er to Widow Zhang, Wangshi Hutong."

When Yang He heard this, he burst into laughter.

"That widow is almost fifty."

"Forty-six." Feng Zheng smiled, "Feng Er's wife said that Feng Er likes widows anyway, and likes to get in front of widows, so she will marry him a widow."

"What do you say about that Widow Zhang?"

"She agreed, too."

"She agrees?"

"She said that she was a widow at a young age and had no children. Feng Er was twenty years younger than her and could still provide her with her in the future."

Hearing this, Yang He laughed louder, "This Feng Er's wife and this widow Zhang are definitely in the same group, deliberately punishing Feng Er's."

"Feng Er disagreed. Feng Er's wife married Widow Zhang in the house instead. On the night of the wedding, Feng Er ran out of the house crying."

"Haha, deserve it!"

The master and servant both laughed while talking, and Liu Yunxiang waited until they finished speaking before entering.

"Mr. Yang is worthy of being a parent official who is devoted to the people. As soon as he came out of prison, he immediately started to care about the lives of the people." Liu Yunxiang said with a smile.

Yang He was embarrassed, but he didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"If you care about the people, you have to go from all aspects of your life, and the officials are really worried."

Liu Yunxiang snorted, "I went to Yanzhou, and many people really care about you, especially those little girls and wives."

"Crown Princess, don't think wrongly."

"I didn't think it was wrong. They all thought that Lord Yang was friends, so Lord Yang shouldn't think it was wrong."

Yang He tsk, "Why don't the princess also want to be friends with the officials?"

Liu Yunxiang looked upright and said, "This is my honor."

Seeing that Liu Yunxiang suddenly corrected her face, Yang He hurriedly put away his smiley face and bowed her hands to give a big gift.

"The prince can be so wronged. Fortunately, the prince and the princess have tried their best to help the prince. This great kindness is remembered in my heart."

Liu Yunxiang raised his hand, "Mr. Yang, you have managed Yanzhou well, and the court should thank you. As for this palace and the prince, we also want to thank you, you let us see the prosperous side of great prosperity."

"In the past, Xiaguan thought that he was not very capable and could manage Yanzhou well, so he was doing his duty. As for Darong, to be honest, Xiaguan didn't have hope. But now, I have seen hope."

"oh?"

"Darong has a crown prince like the prince, and he has a virtuous supporter like you. You two will definitely lead Darong out of the predicament and get better and better."
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