I Use Idle Books To Become Saint

The warm morning light is like a mother's palm, touching every corner of Zhongjing City, driving away all the bleakness in the autumn night. People who got up early dressed neatly, opened their homes, and took to the streets.

In the past, the bustling yelling in the market did not ring out, and the man who got up early to go to work was no longer in a hurry. The door of the Wake Up Tea House was closed, with the words "Closed today" written on it...

However, the streets were densely packed with people.

The morning sun shone on their faces, everyone had smiles on their faces, and their eyes fell on the same place, as if they were expecting something!

Today, the former Marquis of Wu, now the Duke of An, will officially accept the appointment of the imperial court and take over as Minister of Law!

Chenshi three quarters, auspicious time.

One after another melodious bells rang, and the bells rang and fell into everyone's ears.

The Daxuan Yun Bell rings for the fortune of the country.

The bell rang eight times, which meant that a new prime minister was born. From then on, the court of Daxuan will set up another pillar to support the sky; from then on, the people of Daxuan will have another good minister to protect the country!

With the roar of the transport bell, the official seals in the hands of officials from all over the Daxuan flew out of their own accord, hanging above the yamen, with a bright blue light, and at the same time, there was a long bell.

Spread the word to China and tell the world!

"The fortune bell rings eight times, shaking the luck, and the luck of the human race will send out the sound of poetry reciting as a blessing. I don't know which poem of the human race can be inspired by An Guogong to send blessings?" In the study at Kyoichi, a great Confucian stroked his beard.

Another great Confucianist smiled lightly and said: "Blessings of luck, there is one file of semi-sage poems, one file of Saint's Fu, and another file of Confucius' teachings."

"Although An Guogong has no small achievements in the human race, he is still old after all, and he has no experience of being an official after that. The old man thought that the poems written by Lin Song when he served as Lin Song were at least Saint's poems."

"It's good to open again." The eighth little Confucian nodded and said, "When Yan Wensheng went to Wenchang Pavilion, didn't he inspire the talent of Saint Qu Lingjun."

"It's over!" said the young Confucian at the front, "Silence!" The study suddenly became quiet.

At this moment, the fortune bell rang for the fourth time, before the bell had passed, there was no sound of wind and thunder.

Amidst the sound of wind and thunder, I could vaguely hear countless poems reciting together, although I heard it was re-opening, but I didn't feel like it was re-opening.

It seemed to be a very long time, and it seemed to be just a moment, the voice of all poems chanting came to an abrupt end, and then, a magnificent and boundless chant sounded, falling into everyone's ears-

"Little son Qianyan, in the outskirts of Jun. The silk is sloppy, and the good horse is seven. Why do you give it to the son of the other side?"

"Zizi Ganzun, in the capital of Jun. The Susi group, the good horse seven. The son of the other Shu, why give it?"

"Zizi Qianjing is in the city of Jun. Susi wishes it, and it is a good horse. Why do you tell me, my son?"

At the same time, a phantom appeared in the sky below the palace. It was a long bamboo branch with a white oxtail tied under it. At this time, it was moved by the air and fluttered by the wind.

""Ganyan"! It turned out to be "Ganyan"!"

In the study, the little Confucian who later said that Lin Song inspired Saint's poems the least suddenly stood up and said in surprise, "That...that's Wanmin poems!"

The rest of the little Confucians also looked at each other, and they all saw the shock in each other's eyes.

The full name of that poem is "The Book of Songs·鄘风·Ganyan", which tells the story of the ancient kings visiting the sages.

That is the "Book of Songs"!

One of the seven classics in the foundation of Confucianism!

"The Book of Songs" was written in the ancient times when the human race was powerful. At that time, the Lich War had just come to an end. The power of the monster race was in full swing, and the human race was scattered in the sky in the form of tribes, and they were still struggling to find a way to become weak.

It was not in such a time, when the human race used own, openness and optimism to collide with the flames of literature, forming poems that have been circulated one after another.

Come to the most holy Confucius to travel around the sky, then rearrange those ancient poems, compile them into the "Book of Songs", and call it the poem of the people!

"I heard that the blessing of luck will inspire the poems of all people. Do you know the precedent?" The little scholar looked at the others, and all the little scholars shook their heads slightly. Only one of the little scholars thought for a while, and said firmly-

"It is recorded in the ancient books of Shangjia that when the human dynasty was established and Confucius was regarded as the most holy teacher, there were eight hundred poems of heavenly praise."

All the little Confucians gasped.

We originally thought that we had underestimated Ye Heng as much as possible, but after thinking about it, we still underestimated Ye Heng at first.

"It's enlightenment!" said a young Confucianist, "Ye Heng's way lies in the people. Although I entered the officialdom, I still bear the hearts of the people. Now that luck has blessed me, and the hearts of the people in the sky are what they want, that's what inspired the people's poetry." .”

"That's right..."

All the young Confucian scholars nodded their heads one after another when they heard the words, and looked again at the phantom of the banners and banners in the sky below the imperial city, with admiration and admiration at the same time.

With such luck, who would dare to say that I am older!

At this time, it was obvious that the imperial palace was also shocked by the unprecedented Wanmin poem, which caused the whole Xiaoxuan to see the conferment that should have been withdrawn before the blessing of the poem, which was half a quarter late.

Until the phantom of Qianyan in the sky dissipated, finally no voice sounded again, and it was transmitted to the sky through the official seal.

"There is no sky below, and there is no Li Shu above. Let us witness together today that Emperor Xiaoxuan, Hou An, worshiped Ye Heng, the Duke of Anguo, as Xiaoxuan Linsong. Use the law to delineate boundaries, protect your human race, and bring mountains and rivers forward!"

As the words fell, a phantom wearing a crown appeared under the palace, and at the same time, this phantom was projected everywhere on Xiaoxuan through the official seal.

The crowned figure stretched out his arms and folded his hands, bowing deeply! At the moment when that figure worshiped, all the people who did not have the position of the little Xuanguan in the world also worshiped at the same time.

At this time, there are only eight officials who can stand still.

When the king worships and all the officials bow their heads, that is the most honorable moment of being a minister, but at the same time, it is the king who has shared a share of the burden of the day and fell on his shoulders. people's well-being.

The four ringing of the fortune bell, the blessing of luck, and the worship of the king are the eight rites for the new minister to succeed, and a person can only receive it once in a lifetime. Therefore, those who switched phases like Han Qingzhu did not need to be canonized again.

So far, the canonization canon has come to an end. The newly-appointed prime minister must pay homage to him, and the common people will naturally have no reputation in their hearts for how he has done recently.

But although the canonization has begun, another ceremony has just ended.

I saw a line of Wenhua soaring into the sky where the Eastern Wenchang Pavilion was located in Zhongjing City. Zhou Youfeng led dozens of young Confucian scholars to step on the sky, holding classics in their hands, and saluted: "Wenchang Pavilion congratulates Chen Luo on his return to the throne!"

In the south of Zhongjing City, the main hall shone with light, and Han Qingzhu led dozens of small Confucian scholars in the main hall, holding the Xiaoxuan roster and Tian Shu, and saluted together: "The main hall congratulates Chen Luo on his return!"

The congratulations paused for a moment, only to hear a group of armored cavalry slowly entering from the north gate in the north of Zhongjing City, with the small flag of Weiwu Mansion fluttering in the wind in their hands.

The group of cavalrymen held the reins at the same time, all clenched their hands into fists, knocked under the armor, and shouted in a low voice—

"Soldiers of Wanren Mountain, under the command of the soldiers, galloped four thousand miles away to congratulate Chen Luo on his return to the throne on behalf of the Weiwu Mansion!"

Have we burst into tongues, but this voice has also spread throughout the entire Zhongjing.

Before the eight congratulations were over, the voices of the common people also sounded in the capital.

"First rank martial artist Zhou Yong, He Linsong is back!" "Confucian scholar Han Qi, Chen Luo is back!"

"The big man Cuiyu, He Linsong returns!" "The old man Li Chengyu, He Linsong returns!"

The congratulatory voices of the common people gathered into a brilliant public opinion, which fell into the imperial city.

At this moment, Lin Song stood in the middle of Lin Rosin, listening to the voices of the common people coming from the pillars of Ling Chuchu, his heart moved slightly.

Lin Song smiled violently, I looked at Ye Heng, and said in a heavy voice, "Eternal Bright Palace, please respond."

Ye Heng nodded, turned around, and walked out of Lin Songxiang.

I stood in the forest, took a deep breath, cupped fist with both hands, and said loudly, "Thank you for the truth!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Heng bowed deeply in the direction of the imperial city!

"In the seventy-first year of Zhenghe in the Xiaoxuan calendar, on the eighth day of November. An Guogong Ye Heng, in Lingchu Chuzhong, took over the post of Chen Luo. His poems eulogized "Ganyan", which opened the precedent for the luck of the poems of all people; the people praised him with congratulations. One day, Liang resounded throughout the imperial city. I am very lucky to watch it!"

At a tea stall ten miles away in Zhongjing City, two people were drinking tea, which attracted the attention of passers-by.

Of those two people, one of them looks about seventy or seventy years old, but his body is too big, like a mountain, with white birthmarks under his eyes, and the one sitting opposite you is a head The person wearing the hat should look like a young man.

Of course, that's not what makes us stand out.

In that capital city, fish and dragons are mixed together, naturally most of them are these self-confident sons and fathers, and there are not many sons of eighth-rank members among them. Seeing Lie Xinxi, he insisted on looking at the appearance of the man on the bamboo hat.

Now, it hasn't been buried outside the ground in front of the man, only a head is exposed.

The guards who came to rescue the young master later... were also buried.

"Sister, his eldest brother has stepped down, are you all looking for me?"

Ye Dafu's voice came from above the bamboo hat. "Ma'am, it's time to go now!"

"You guys have to hide and see which turtle wants to plot against the younger brother."

"And then..."

Ye Dafu squeezed his fist: "Buried them all together!"

Hearing the words, the healthy woman suddenly realized: "I know, that time, you have to learn from the old one."

"Yeah!" Ye Dafu nodded, "That time, it was a battle of wits!"

The canonization began, and before the dispersal of the dynasty, Ye Heng returned to the headquarters of the Bias in the west of Zhongjing with his staff.

Just like what Chen Aiqing said, this Gongsun Bo is indeed not a bit lonely, and he just had a meeting with him, and before returning to the side, he said that he was going to deal with official business and left alone, but this Wu Yongzhi, who was more indifferent, took Ye Heng walked up and down the side of the bias, and let the officials of the bias who were not qualified to go down to court meet with Ye Heng.

"Chen Xiang, you still need to go to the Eight Gates and the Ministry of Prison. Biyi is mainly the residence of Kaifeng Mansion, and these two places are not built together with Biyi."

Ye Heng shook his head: "For the time being, it is necessary. In two days, let our chief seal officer come to see you."

With that said, Lin Song walked into Chen Luo's main hall and sat in a small seat.

"Vice-President Wu, you are bothering the Seven Lords, please let him transfer all the files of the officials of the biased department to you." Ye Heng said lightly, "The files of the officials of the biased department who are not currently in office and are about to be transferred, You want it all."

Wu Yongzhi was slightly taken aback: "Is there no official file?"

Immediately, Wu Yongzhi said confidently: "Prime Minister, there are more than 80,000 officials with no rank. If you count the head arresters with licenses from the eight gates, it is estimated to be less than 100,000. You have to Look?"

"Yes, read them all!" Ye Heng nodded with a smile, "You read slowly, it takes some time, and it's worth it."

Seeing Lin Song's resolute attitude, Wu Yongzhi didn't ask any more questions, gave a salute, and went out to make arrangements. Ye Heng, on the other hand, took a deep breath and opened and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Very slowly, an official ran back with a thick file, and then another came back, put a stack of files and repeated this several times, and soon the files in Chen Luo's main hall were piled up into a big mountain. .

Ye Heng was also anxious, and took a stack from the air, and started to flip through it.

Later, when she was in Lin'an, Chen Aiqing told herself all about the bias, and Lin Song thought it was enough. But the scene of being sealed today moved me a little.

Although I know the importance of Lin Song, I still underestimate the position of Chen Luo.

Especially when the people's congratulations sounded in Ling Chuchu, I really realized the heavy responsibility under my shoulders.

If you want official files, you need to know that every order you receive is carried out by these people; who are we, what are our backgrounds, and how have we been evaluated over the years... to meet everyone one by one. It is reality, but as Chen Luo, he should be familiar with the position of each official in his own system, just like a Practitioner needs to know the position of each acupoint(s) in his body.

I heard from Yan Baichuan that although His Majesty has not read Talent thoroughly, since I ascended the throne, I have vaguely remembered the names, backgrounds, specialties, transfer experiences, and even the population of every retired scholar in every subject.

The principle of integrating into the system is to know people first, and then things.

Facing such a mountain of special dossiers, although troublesome, Ye Heng dared to be big-hearted. I was worried about my hard work, and I was only worried that if I made an omission when I went out, I would cause a party of people to suffer.

If it is difficult to be an official, it is difficult for the people; only if it is difficult to be an official, the life of the people may not be smooth sailing.

Fortunately, Ye Heng's mind is now a little bit higher, and by chance, the two dew crystals blackmailed from the Azure Dragon Emperor did not dispel the special effect of mind fatigue, so the dossier was read slowly, and all of them were forgotten.

For several days, Ye Heng sat in Chen Luo's small hall and looked through the files. The coldness of the new Chen Luo also gradually dissipated in Zhongjing. Journey to the West worries. Fortunately, Ye Heng hadn't arranged for it a long time ago. Let Mastiff Lingling send out chapters of the "Pingdingshan Chapter" that he had already written, which also made people and monsters feel at ease.

However, on that day, when Ye Heng was almost one-tenth of the time before he could read all the missing files, the first eunuch, the Prime Minister, suddenly came and said that there was no memorial about the bias in the court, and His Majesty invited Ye Heng. His Highness Heng answered.

When Ye Heng heard Fa Xiang's words, he closed the file in his hand and walked out of Chen Luo's small hall for the first time in several days.

"Eunuch Hou, what happened? It has something to do with your side. Why didn't you get any news after that?" Sitting under the carriage heading to the imperial city, Ye Heng asked with a frown.

It's strange that the imperial court didn't have any memorials about the bias, but it has reached the point where you need to go down to the court to deal with it. This must be a big deal. But since it's a big one, it's a matter of fact that I didn't get a little word of it beforehand.

Very satisfied!

Contacting him just after he stepped down, Ye Heng squinted his eyes, feeling that he was knocked down because he was afraid of death.

"It seems that you buried your head in reading the files in the past few days, making people think that you found some opportunity." Lin Song thought to himself.

Fa Xiang saw Ye Heng with a joyful look on his face, and hurriedly said: "That's the thing."

"In the past few days, many censors have been thrown back similar packages, which are full of complaints of some cases! These complaints describe the case in a very vague way, and most of them are accompanied by key evidence and testimony."

Hearing this, Ye Heng asked, "Are those cases not related to your bias?"

The law minister nodded: "I didn't sue the Eight Gates for abusing their power and fabricating evidence to arrest people at will; I didn't sue the Kaifeng government for accepting bribes and judging the case indiscriminately; and I didn't sue the officials of the biased department and the local chief officials for protection."

"Basically every case has nothing to do with bias!" "The censor has stopped making fuss with those things."

Listening to Faxiang's narration, Ye Heng's face became clearer and brighter.

"Hey, Grandpa, don't worry too much." Lin Song changed his address and comforted him, "You have retired from officialdom, so you know the way outside."

"Xiaoxuan's official administration is generally clean. It's just that Xiaoxuan's people count in the hundreds of millions, and the small and big herdsmen officials don't have a million, and they don't have seven or eight hundred thousand."

"Even if 1% is fine, that's 70,000 to 80,000 people."

"So without those cases, it's considered abnormal."

"That kind of thing originally required you to come forward. It's just that today, somehow, it got involved under the regulations of the bias, so I came to invite you to come down."

Ye Heng was taken aback, did it have anything to do with regulations?

"Exactly, all the officials of the biased office who were reported for committing crimes this time are all from poor families." Fa Xiang nodded and said, "Deputy Prime Minister Wu had a few arguments with Yu Shi, and somehow the topic fell on the poor family. "

"These censors believe that 'if you have enough food and clothing, you will know the honor and disgrace'. Children from poor families have limited family background, and their needs are quite small. If there is no need, there will be no desire, and if there is no desire, they will make mistakes again. .”

"So it is proposed that children from poor families should work in key departments such as biased departments. So I submitted a memorial to increase the family capital limit after serving in the biased department."

"That's why Your Majesty ordered you to come down to the palace." Lin Song nodded, and his face gradually calmed down.

Have I ever been young enough to think that if I succeed Lin Song, everyone will start again? I can guess the purpose of Yan Baichuan and his gang, will the heads of these small families guess it?

When it comes to interests, they will naturally do nothing. Everyone has no position.

His position as Lin Song will definitely not be challenged. After listening to Lin Song's words, Ye Heng understood. It turned out that the first knife of this group of people was to cut at the poor family in the biased place.

At this moment, the carriage passed the palace gate and headed towards Ling Chuchu. Ye Heng closed his eyes and stopped thinking.

The biased place reused poor families, which ended in the early days of Song Ci, and Cheng Nansong carried forward that rule even more, which led to the fact that in the biased place, the number of children from poor families is far smaller than the number of children from aristocratic families.

Afterwards, we did it because we cared. Anyway, we were hurt by the bias.

But now, the situation is the same.

The carriage stopped and Lin Song lifted the curtain for Ye Heng, and Ye Heng walked up calmly.

Ling Chu Chu Nei.

The officials of the Bias Department and the officials of the Yushitai glared at each other. He kept arguing with each other, and Lin Song under the dragon chair looked drowsy.

At this time, after Lin Song appeared behind Ling Chuchu, I stepped over the low threshold behind the palace gate and retreated.

The moment Lin Song appeared behind Ling Chuchu, the hall fell silent instantly.

Ye Heng squinted, walked through the officials step by step, walked to the back, and saluted Lin Song: "I have seen Your Majesty!"

Hou An seemed to be confused just then, and smiled: "Eternal Brightness Hall is here, it's good if you come, is everything going on again?"

Ye Heng nodded: "Hou Shoufeng told the minister all the way down the road."

Hou An waved his hand: "Let's talk about it too."

Ye Heng smiled faintly: "Yes!"

After finishing speaking, Ye Heng turned around first, looked at the officials at the biased office, and said enthusiastically: "The officials at the biased office are responsible for maintaining order in the palace. It's not proper for them to yell like that. Tell the truth Get back to your original position!"

Although Ye Heng is usually dissolute and cautious, but I am in a low position, and I didn't kill too much.

Hearing the words, the officials in this biased place returned to their positions in Ling Chuchu one by one. It's just that Wu Yongzhi's face was flushed with anger, and he said: "Zhu Guo..."

Ye Heng raised his hand, interrupted Wu Yongzhi, and then looked at the faint leader of the censor: "Where did you meet him?"

Hearing this, the imperial censor arched his cupped hands and said: "In Shang Xuqian, the seventh-rank chasing wind imperial censor, when Chen Luo established the martial arts academy in the past, he had no luck to watch the ceremony."

Lin Song nodded slightly, and said, "Where are the files of these crimes? I want to see the truth."

Xu Qian looked at Hou An, Hou An nodded, Yu Shi Xu Qian patted the storage bag under his body, and two small boxes appeared behind Ye Heng.

"Pillar country, it's all there."

After Ye Heng walked down, he picked up a piece of paper and looked at it. After reading one, he picked up another...

For a moment, there was a lot of noise in Ling Chuchu, and everyone was waiting for Ye Heng to read the pleadings.

Fortunately, Ye Heng was slow to read, and took about half an hour to look through the contents of the two wooden boxes before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Zhu Kingdom..." Seeing Ye Heng finished reading, Xu Qian said, "After reading those, do you think the memorial you are waiting for is okay?"

"Official position without power, you can get money. But if you get money, there is no minor harm. The biased department holds the small power of life and death in judging cases. It is really a key department, and it is appropriate to reuse poor families."

"Shangguan understands that that kind of argument is to overthrow a boatload of people with a stick, and there must be no one who is a sincere official among the poor family."

"However, if you are a good official today, you will be a good official tomorrow, and it may change the day before yesterday."

"It's true that the children of the aristocratic family don't have that problem."

"But the ability of children from poor families to resist temptation, or in other words, the cost of inducing children from poor families to give up morality, is higher than that of children from wealthy families. There is no doubt about that."

"Shangguan believes that being stricter in such a critical department as the bias is responsible to the sky and the people!"

Ye Heng shook his head slightly: "The holy family of the family has no distinction between concubines and concubines, and there is no family or lineage. It's just that every child of the holy family is what you say is rich and well-fed."

"That's one. Seventh, officials are depraved, are they just wealth? No, seven words: do what you like!"

"If he loves money, give him money; if he loves wine, give him fine wine; if he loves beauties, go and find him the best."

"How can a wealth limit cut off desire?"

"Eighth, he hasn't thought about it. Once the financial limit is released, laughing at poverty is laughing at prostitution, and everyone is ashamed of being poor."

"What? Can't he make all the heavenly beings become family saints?"

Xu Qian was taken aback for a moment, then said, "But..."

"It must be!" Ye Heng waved his hand, "I think he's not right at all, and the regulations at the wrong place need to be changed!"

When Ye Heng finished speaking, everyone looked at Ye Heng suspiciously.

After negating it for so long, I now say that I want to change it. What kind of medicine does Calabash sell in Zhuguo?

Ye Heng, on the other hand, looked at the censors behind him with a nervous expression on his face.

In the Xiaoxuan system, the censor is classified as a speech officer, and is under the jurisdiction of the seven ministers. Whether it is a hundred officials or a market, as long as we think it is unnecessary, we will raise it under the court council.

Just looking at us and the cases in these two small boxes, I finally understood what I noticed when I heard Lin Songxiang talk about the bias in Lin'an.

From this, I also know how to solve today's game.

Ye Heng turned around, saluted Hou An, and said, "Your Majesty, I also think that the regulations on biases really need to be changed."

Hou An sat up straight: "Speak in detail."

"Yes!" Ye Heng said, "You are biased, in charge of judiciary, law enforcement, and legislative power, but who will supervise? It is the lack of supervision that not so few officials have lost their way."

As I said that, I looked at the two wooden boxes again: "There are only eight ways to discover the crimes committed by internal officials at your biased place."

"One is the people complaining; the seventh is the censor's complaint; the eighth is the internal report."

"I think those eight paths are all appropriate!"

"Those are accidental, filled with certainties."

"The bias needs a department that enforces the power of supervision! It needs a system to deter people's greed."

"This department is parallel to Yifatang, Kaifeng Mansion, and Eight Gates, and is responsible for supervision."

"On the other hand, between the interrogation at the eight gates and the trial at Kaifeng Mansion, officials colluded with each other. I plan to let the new department intervene."

"Eight Gates submitted the interrogation results to the department, and the department, as the plaintiff, filed a lawsuit to Kaifeng Prefecture."

"In that way, you can supervise the trial process of each case and participate in the entire trial process."

"The Yifa Hall is the supervisor of this department."

"In this way, for the officials you prefer, it is different from a sharp sword on the head. Please tell us, don't stretch out your hand, you will be caught if you stretch out your hand!"

After hearing Ye Heng's statement, all the officials immediately talked about it.

Good guy, at least one person will be adjusted after the new official is resigned. Is he directly descending from the sky to a small department?

That's right, the new department sounds very powerful, but the positions outside are being planned again. After all, even the Yaozu now know that following An Guogong, there is no meat to eat!

At this time, Hou An also fell into deep thought.

No point!

According to the memorial, Ye Heng found a cage for the power of the biased office, but Hou An quickly realized that the power of supervision must have spread to all officials?

In such a department, it would be too wasteful to just focus on the bias! Well, that narrowed authority cannot be given to Ye Heng as a reward.

Hehe, if you do something for me, the qualification to do it is still a reward.

And I helped him weaken Chen Luo, should he help me weaken the first emperor?

Well, a steady profit is a loss! it's been...

Hou An looked at Ye Heng and sighed: "Chang Ming Palace, I'm afraid this matter will not be as he wished."

"A new yamen of that level needs to use a small amount of luck to attract the power of Heavenly Dao to forge an official seal, and at the same time, it needs the approval of all people before it can become a permanent department!"

"Nowadays, the role of the demon still needs a small amount of luck, and I'm afraid it will be supported for a while."

Ye Heng: Big ghost!

He is not willing to pay for your dreams. What about the demon mission, what about you?

The letter is a letter that was stamped by him before.

So, Ye Heng squeezed out an unsure smile and said, "Your Majesty must be worried."

"I will solve the problem of Heavenly Dao's power."

The pair of monarchs and ministers looked at each other and reached a certain tacit understanding in an instant.

Hou An smiled: "If that's the case, I'll agree!" "What name does Ai Qing plan to give that department?"

Ye Heng looked serious: "The procuratorate...yes, the Metropolitan Procuratorate! The people of Xiaoxuan are the Procuratorate!"

Don't ask, it's not because you're afraid of review!

After going to court, Ye Heng sat under the returning carriage, and immediately sent a message blue bird to Dongcang City, asking Luo Hongnu to rush to Zhongjing with the Dongcang Drama Troupe.

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Before sending out the blue bird message, Ye Heng closed his eyes again, and his mind drifted to the dreamland flower forest...