Everyone knows that in the Dayu Dynasty, the rivers were clear and the sea was peaceful, and the world was peaceful.
During Jingyao's reign, the country's fortunes prospered.
Zuo Xiangyan said that Chaoxue was well versed in classics and history and was good at strategy. Xie Zhuoyu, the Prime Minister on the right, knows the art of war and the people's livelihood.
The two worked together to assist the king. An imperial court was established at the top, Li Yuan was cared for at the bottom, and the world was brought to peace and prosperity.
However, overnight, Xie Zhuoyu defected to the court and his whereabouts are unknown.
All the ministers were frightened. They were colleagues in the past, but now they are clearly divided. The ministers expressed their admonitions one after another, fearing that Xie Zhuoyu would be punished for his crimes for the enemy's country.
Cold raindrops were falling on the eaves, and Yan Chaoxue's eyes reflected the cold light as he looked sideways at the person playing the speech on the ground.
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At that time, the prime minister of the dynasty defected under the eyes of the emperor and disappeared from the capital like evaporation.
The emperor was furious and issued a golden order to arrest Xie Zhuoyu and bring him to justice.
The case was full of doubts, and the ministers looked at each other with drums in their hearts, anxiously waiting for the emperor's order.
Shen Yun's anger was not dissipated. He sat back on the dragon chair and glanced at His Highness and everyone else. For a long time, he cast his gaze on Yan Chaoxue, pointed at Yan Chaoxue and said lazily, "Let the Prime Minister handle this matter. How about that?"
Yan Chaoxue seemed to have not seen the emperor's suspicious eyes, and remained as calm as a green pine. She bowed her head and saluted, calmly: "I obey the decree."
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It was night, and Yan Chaoxue was still wearing a blue official uniform, waiting for the opportunity in a hotel room in the suburbs of Beijing.
There was a cool breeze, and a dark figure jumped out from under the window.
Xie Zhuoyu's brocade robe was half-opened, and he raised his eyes to meet Shang Yan Chaoxue's cold gaze. The other party held half an oil lamp, and the faint flame danced on her jade-like face.
Xie Zhuoyu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Master Yan is here late at night, but do you want to discuss it?" He paused for a moment and gently swept away the dust on his sleeves, "Or... Do you want to renew your relationship with me?"
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Intention: Different ways do not work together