Fang Weiqing was wearing a single dress and seemed to feel the autumn night was a little cold. He got up, pulled over the long gown next to him, and then sat down on a chair next to him, saying calmly: "I am fifty and three years old. I have experienced a lot of things in my life, but I can't guess what you mean now..."

Han Qing smiled slightly and said, "I have read a few books below, but I can't compare myself with Lord Fang... But I still remember a few words in my heart when I was studying."

Fang Weiqing frowned but didn't say anything.

"Kong said to be Chengren, Meng said to be righteous!" Han Qing said slowly: "I have been confused about these two sentences and have not understood the true meaning... Perhaps it is because I am ignorant and it is difficult to see such a thing happen."

Fang Weiqing's face became solemn, but she still didn't say anything.

"It's just that since the ancients had such teachings, there should always be some truth." Han Qing smiled and said, "It may be difficult for a warrior to understand the truth, but... I think Master Fang, who is well-read in poetry and books, should understand the meaning of it?"

"What the hell do you want to say?" Fang Weiqing frowned.

"My master said that scholars always have some moral character. Although the character of many scholars has been eroded by glory, wealth and power,... the master is still willing to believe that some moral character of our Great Yan Kingdom has survived..." Han Qing sighed: "In this world, sometimes there must be some justice, and people's hearts... they also want to have justice in the world!"

"Justice is not in the hearts of the people, right and wrong care about strength!" Fang Weiqing finally sighed: "Since Han Mo asked you to come to me, he naturally knows the current situation in my Dayan. However, there are those in the court who do not obey orders in different political views from Han Xuandao, and they have no good ending. He Jin, the head of the Ministry of Personnel, has always been famous. Han Xuandao dismissed officials in a large manner. He Jin talked about his right and wrong in public. The next day, he was dismissed from his official position and kicked out of the capital. A while ago, eleven rotten corpses were found outside the city. I think it was He Jin's family who was driven out of the capital... Fan Wuqiyin, the young minister of Taichang Temple, was found outside the city a while ago. I think it was He Jin's family who was driven out of the capital... Fan Wuqiyin, the young minister of Taichang Temple, was found.

In order to go to the Minister of War’s Mansion twice, a large amount of evidence was found by Dali Temple, and many people testified that Fan Wuqi abused his power and was corrupt and abused the law. He was dismissed for investigation more than a month ago. A message came from the prison that Fan Wuqi committed suicide due to crimes...!" Speaking of this, Fang Weiqing showed a very sarcastic but helpless expression on his face: "I am afraid no one knows how Fan Wuqi died. Looking at the court and the country, almost all those who hold real power are Han Xuandao's lackeys... At this time, is it necessary to say something about justice?"

Han Qing looked calm and said with a smile: "What I said may not be correct, but I feel that the more adversity is, the more we need a strong official to stand up... If you dare not speak up when facing power, then what is the use of reading so many books of sages? The eight words "Kong said to be a benevolent, and Meng said to be a righteous person" can only be reduced to a joke for all generations, right?"

Fang Weiqing gently stroked his beard, stared at Han Qing's face, and said lightly: "Are you asking me to come forward and blame Han Xuandao?"

"Han Xuandao forbids the emperor in the palace, not knowing whether it is life or death. As a minister, can he only watch it?" Han Qing's face became serious: "I would rather die than be meditated... This is the character you want now, and this is what you civil servants should do." He stared at Fang Weiqing's eyes, "Although some things ultimately require force to solve, before using force, we always have to make the truth clear... And the old man has always been a name for being upright and dare to speak out. Now in the national crisis, shouldn't the old man stand up and speak out a few justice for the Dayan Kingdom?"

"Someone heard the roar of the tiger, but no one was shocked!" Fang Weiqing said seriously: "Even if I am willing to give up this head, with my ability, I can't cause any storm in the court."

Han Qing shook his head and said, "The old man is humble. If the old man is really comparing to the cicada, then I can guarantee that when the old man cicadas, there will be many cicadas that follow the sound of the cicadas... One cicada is no longer shocked, then what about twenty or thirty?"

Fang Weiqing looked slightly surprised, as if she realized something, and a hint of excitement appeared in her eyes, and her body leaned forward slightly: "You mean... will other ministers dare to come out and talk to me?"

In the past six months, he rarely contacted other officials, and even was too lazy to inquire about many government affairs. Han Xuandao's power was inflated and aggressive, which could only make Fang Weiqing helpless.

Over the past six months, although some people in high positions have expressed their dissatisfaction with Han Xuandao, the spies under Han Xuandao are really powerful. Those officials who made a few harsh words in private were quickly rectified.

Most of the officials in the court are silent and dare not say a word. It is precisely this situation that makes Fang Weiqing feel full of indignation, but he dare not force himself to stand up.

If a huge line against Han Xuandao cannot be formed and a few words of curse alone, the final result is like a stone falling on the river surface, which may cause small ripples, but will soon return to peace and will not play any role.

But Fang Weiqing heard Han Qing claim that there would be a group of officials to help him, and the passion that was about to die seemed to be burning again.

Han Qing slowly stood up from the chair and looked at Fang Weiqing: "I'm here to find you in person, just because compared to others, Lord Fang's righteousness remains... He may not be able to sacrifice himself, but he will definitely succeed!" After that, he bowed deeply again.

Fang Weiqing stood up and said solemnly: "I was going to resign after a while before I could return home... But if I could really do my best to the country and the emperor, I didn't care about this head."

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If you ask where the surveillance is the most stringent in the capital, the Minister of Rites' Mansion is naturally the best. Not only are there elite soldiers guarding the mansion, but there are also dozens of masters inside the mansion. There are nearly twenty first-class masters outside the small courtyard where Mrs. Han is located, and there are strict controls of nearly twenty first-class masters.

This was the second control Mrs. Han had received after entering Beijing. When the Su family mutiny in Beijing, Mrs. Han had received such treatment, but now her control is several times more stringent than before.

Mrs. Han had no fear in her heart, only anger and worry.

Of course she knew that these people were sent by Han Xuandao, which made her feel extremely angry, but than angry, she was more worried about Han Xuanchang's whereabouts.

After Han Xuanchang left that night, just two hours later, the Minister of Rites' Mansion was completely controlled, and there was no news about Han Xuanchang. Time passed by day, and Mrs. Han's heart became tighter and tighter. In less than a month, she lost weight.

Hongxiu stayed by her side day and night, watching Mrs. Han get thinner and thinner day by day, Hongxiu's willow eyebrows are getting tighter and tighter day by day.

The Ministry of Rites's Mansion has been completely isolated from the outside, and there is no news outside. Mrs. Han wants to break out several times, but is blocked back.

Although Mrs. Han was born into a martial arts family, her martial arts cultivation was only average after all. The masters who controlled the courtyard were carefully selected by Han Xuandao. All of them were elite and strictly followed Han Xuandao's orders. Even if Mrs. Han took action personally, they did not give him any face and forced Mrs. Han back.

It was already late at night, and Mrs. Han was still sitting in the room and dazed. Her face, which had been thinner, looked a little pale and her eyes were not full of energy.

Han Xuandao made a big fight, and Mrs. Han naturally knew that Han Xuanchang must have been controlled by him. She only hoped that Han Xuanchang would be safe and sound. Compared to Han Xuanchang's previous gale of hope for Han Xuandao, Mrs. Han saw through Han Xuandao's cold and ruthless nature very early.

She didn't know if Han Xuanchang had been killed, and Han Xuanling's death was very strange. Mrs. Han Bingxue was smart and had long suspected that there must be a problem. Now that Han Xuanchang was arrested, she even more affirmed the suspicion in her heart.

If Han Xuanling's death was really related to Han Xuandao, if Han Xuandao could attack Han Xuanling, he would naturally not have any scruples to attack Han Xuanchang.

Mrs. Han held the Buddhist beads in her palm. This was what she and Aunt Bi asked in the temple. Now without any help, she can only use the Buddhist beads to express her wishes.

When Hongxiu came in from the next room, Mrs. Han did not notice it at all. It was not until Hongxiu walked to her that Mrs. Han raised her head and looked at Hongxiu. She could barely show a smile on her face. She stretched out one hand to hold Hongxiu's hand and said softly: "It's so late, why haven't you slept yet? Don't be afraid... Nothing big is going to happen soon. With my mother here, you can rest with peace of mind!"

She was suffering from great pain and pressure, but she didn't want Hongxiu and her to take this pressure. She even endured her true feelings to comfort Hongxiu.

Hongxiu squatted down beside Mrs. Han, leaning her head against Mrs. Han's leg, while Mrs. Han gently stroked Hongxiu's hair with one hand, and said softly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, everything is a mother!"

Hongxiu closed her eyes and leaned quietly beside Mrs. Han. After a long time, she whispered: "Mom, you are so good!"

Mrs. Han smiled gently and said, "Silly child, I am your mother. If I don't treat you well, who else can I do to you?"

"Mom, do you... treat me as your daughter no matter what happens?" Hongxiu felt Mrs. Han's gentle caress, hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Can I call you mother forever?"

"How come you kid say nonsense?" Mrs. Han said softly: "Of course you are my daughter, and of course I will always be your mother. No matter what happens... you and I will be mother and daughter for generations!"

Hongxiu held Mrs. Han's hand in one hand, and his voice trembled slightly: "Mom..." At this time, Mrs. Han did not see it, and two tears rolled down from Hongxiu's eyelids.

After a while, Hongxiu finally got up and whispered: "Mom, you can't stay up late every day, your body... will collapse..."

Mrs. Han smiled gently and said, "Don't worry, I will rest soon." She stood up and said, "Silly child, go and rest quickly. If the girl sleeps late at home, she will develop wrinkles and will easily grow old!"

Hongxiu thought for a while, finally nodded and said, "Then you should rest soon!"

Mrs. Han nodded with a smile and sent Hongxiu to the door. Hongxiu seemed a little reluctant, but she still went out.

She returned to her room, closed the door immediately, walked to the table and sat down, looking at the lights on the table, as if thinking about something. After a long time, she gently blew out the lights, and the room suddenly fell into darkness, and only the sound of autumn rain drizzled outside the window came in.

Not long after, a window in Hongxiu's house opened slightly. Hongxiu stood quietly by the window with a calm expression. Her eyes were staring out of the window for a long time. Finally, her body penetrated through the gap in the window like lightning, and then she quickly climbed up against the wall beside the window like a gecko. Her dress had been changed into a dark night-mounted dress. In the night, her people and the wall were almost integrated, which was difficult to distinguish.
Chapter completed!