In this way, there was no major event that day, except that Liu Yan first took 200 of Fan Qiong's 700 cavalry and returned them to his headquarters, and selected 200 soldiers for Yang Yizhong, and then Wang De led the remaining generals of the imperial camp to annex them.

Fan Qiong's troops numbered ten thousand.

The city was calm and peaceful, and everyone was happy, as if nothing had happened.

However, that evening, in the state capital in Xiangyang City, Zhao Guan's family was sitting on the porch checking the letters sent from Nanyang. After reading for a long time, he suddenly turned to the person next to him and said to him: "Defu..."

"I'm here." Liu Yan hurriedly leaned over.

"What are you thinking about?" Zhao Guanjia smiled half-heartedly.

"Nothing else, just lost in thought." Liu Yan quickly shook his head. "I am not as alert as Yang Tongzhi, which makes the officials laugh."

"Speaking of which, do you still remember the night you, I, and Pingfu met at Mingdao Palace?" Zhao Guanjia put away the notes and asked each other relaxedly.

"Of course I remember."

"Then are you wondering, how did the official who easily pardoned the traitors in the Red Heart Corps back then come up with such cruel methods today?" Zhao Guanjia asked easily. "And he was still indifferent at night, just

Stay in this room."

"I...don't dare."

"That's it," Zhao Jiu couldn't help but laugh. "Compared with Ping Fu, you still can't speak."

Liu Yan became more and more panicked, but as the officials said, he was not good at words and did not know how to deal with it. Instead, he asked for help from another person in the room, Academician Xiao Lin, who had been helping the officials deal with Zazi.

"Don't panic." Zhao Jiu didn't pay attention to the other party's little actions, but sighed quietly. "Actually, I came out of Mingdao Palace and walked here all the way. Occasionally I would ask myself late at night whether some actions are worth it.

No...but today's incident is not among them, Fan Qiong deserves this!"

"yes!"

"Jingmo."

"Your Majesty is here." Academician Xiao Lin responded quickly.

"Write a letter to Xianggong Li in Yangzhou, listing Fan Qiong's deeds clearly, and then ask for me what he was thinking back then? In troubled times, civil servants can't tolerate the loss of integrity, and he has never thought about the consequences of military officials' loss of integrity.

?" Zhao Jiu responded slowly. "The words must be more intense!"
Chapter completed!