Joy of Life: I am a Han Dynasty succubus, and I rebel from the beginning

Chapter 185: The Hanging Temple Craftsmen, the World Has Been Celebrating for a Long Time

On the way to the Hanging Temple, countless horse-drawn carriages were driving side by side, leaving traces of hustle and bustle on the muddy road.

Although Emperor Qing stated that every official was willing to participate in the flower viewing event.

But unless they are important ministers, like Old Man Qin and Chen Pingping, no one would dare not give face to Emperor Qing.

Huang Xuan, commander of the garrison division, and several personal guards were directing traffic in the middle of the road.

Only officials of the third rank and above are qualified to take the right path.

Officials below the third rank could only continue to drive on the rugged roads. Some of those with poor physical conditions would basically lose half their lives after just one flower-viewing event.

"grown ups!"

After seeing Liu Hong, Huang Xuan quickly clasped his fists and saluted.

Liu Hong glanced at Huang Xuan calmly and gave instructions.

"Just guard the traffic, the Hanging Temple is in chaos this time, we don't want to get involved."

Ji Xin looked at Liu Hong strangely. Weren't they involved?

This month, the amount of correspondence between Qianlong Bay and Northern Qi and Dongyi City has more than doubled.

Huang Xuan nodded and silently agreed.

Looking at Liu Hong, he seemed to be hesitant to speak. Since Liu Hong's title of Peibo had been stripped away, should the arrangements regarding Qianlong Bay be changed?

Liu Hong saw Huang Xuan's worry and didn't say much.

Just a light instruction.

"Don't think too much. Dingzhou County Governor Hou Bo'an has been uneasy recently. Your top priority is to comfort him."

Afterwards, Liu Hong continued to get on the carriage and headed straight for the Hanging Temple.

Chen Pingping wanted to test whether Emperor Qing was a grandmaster or not, and Liu Hong also wanted to see what kind of power a grandmaster had that could allow him to dominate an entire country.

Ye Chong was guarding the passage below the Hanging Temple.

"Master Liu!"

He almost exhausted the garrison division and borrowed the deputy commander of the imperial guards, Gong Dian, and 5,000 imperial guards.

With such defense, even a grandmaster would not be able to sneak into the Hanging Temple silently.

Liu Hong waved his hand, indicating that Ye Chong did not need to be polite, and looked at the huge temple built on the cliff.

The wonderful imagination of mankind is fully displayed at this moment.

"Sir, what do you think of my defense?"

With a hint of provocation, Ye Chong spent a month investigating the Hanging Temple and set up a tight net.

If anyone else comes to assassinate Emperor Qing, he will chop off his head!

"Seamless..."

Liu Hong didn't pay any attention to Ye Chong, and had a somewhat rebellious attitude, and laughed dryly a few times.

He took Ye Chong to the steps of the Hanging Temple.

Rows of craftsmen with their hands and feet shackled were carrying flower pots like zombies, with no trace of blood on their faces.

Liu Hong stopped and watched the craftsmen.

The Hanging Temple is a huge project, and no one knows how many craftsmen there are.

"Don't worry, Master Liu. These craftsmen are all shackled. Even if they want to assassinate Your Majesty, there is no way they can do it."

"To be on the safe side, I even starved them for two days."

Ye Zhong gently stroked his long beard, feeling quite pleased with his behavior.

"How can these craftsmen complete this huge project of the Hanging Temple when they are bound by shackles all year round?"

Liu Hong frowned.

It's a bit outrageous! With their hands and feet tied, countless craftsmen fall off the cliff from the Hanging Temple every year.

Most importantly, it is quite difficult to get the tools.

Ye Chong was full of ambition and didn't care about these craftsmen at all.

"That's fine! The Hanging Temple has 50,000 craftsmen. Even if they repair it a little bit every year, it will be a big project."

After Liu Hong heard Ye Zhong's words, he felt cold all over.

Fifty thousand craftsmen, a group of people without any crime, were bound in the Hanging Temple for their entire lives, like prisoners.

Moreover, the descendants of these craftsmen are also craftsmen! They will continue to build the Hanging Temple for the great achievements of Emperor Qing.

Even the tyrannical Qin Dynasty, known for its harsh laws, did not dare to do this!

And Emperor Qing did just that! And he did it in a very dignified manner, even holding a flower viewing party here.

Liu Hong slowly exhaled a breath of foul air. People all over the world have been celebrating for a long time!

"Master Liu, please go. These craftsmen are not interesting to look at. His Majesty is still waiting for you."

Ye Zhong urged Liu Hong. He still had things to do and couldn't stay here with Liu Hong for too long.

"You don't have to accompany me. I'll just stay here and watch. Since Lord Ye thinks the Hanging Temple is well defended, are you still worried about me being assassinated?"

Liu Hong felt a little depressed, which lasted for a long time.

In order to prevent Emperor Qing from noticing anything, he planned to wait here for a while.

Ye Zhong hesitated for a moment, and caught a glimpse of Gong Dian leading Fan Xian in, with Qin Heng beside them.

He nodded and stopped staying next to Liu Hong.

Fan Xian's face was full of smiles. Beside him were the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards Gong Dian, the Minister of War Qin Heng, and now the commander of the garrison division Ye Chong, who had also joined in.

It was a scene of being surrounded by stars and laughter was constant.

Fan Xian still felt a little resentful about the way Liu Hong dealt with Fan Ruoruo.

When passing by Liu Hong, he didn't even raise his head and headed straight towards the Hanging Temple.

As for the craftsman who just passed by, he has now disappeared without a trace.

Fan Xian came from a prominent family and had the support of countless powerful people. Before his identity as Ye Qingmei's son was revealed, no one dared to disrespect him.

Even if he saw the craftsman, what would it matter? Apart from showing some pity and admonishing Emperor Qing, that was all.

Liu Hong's eyes were deep and profound, like an ancient black hole, and he could see the craftsmen who were struggling to hold the wood below the Hanging Temple.

"Er Gouzi, tell Dongyi City that I agree."

Er Gouzi nodded, didn't say anything more, turned around and walked down the stairs of the Hanging Temple.

Anyway, he is a fourth-rank commander, so it doesn’t matter whether he is among the officials who appreciate the flowers or not.

Liu Hong snorted coldly, adjusted his mood for a while, and then walked towards the steps of the Hanging Temple.

Countless chrysanthemums spread out to form a human figure with a graceful posture, like a stunning woman.

All the officials knew that Emperor Qing had always had a woman in his heart and he missed her every year.

Little did he know that Emperor Qing was just pretending to be nostalgic, but actually he was enjoying the pleasure of stepping on Ye Qingmei.

At the fence, the Crown Prince and the Second Prince were still fighting for favor, while Li Chengru and the Third Prince were just watching the fun silently without expressing much.

When Li Chengru saw Liu Hong coming, he nodded as a greeting.

The prince's eyes lit up.

"Teacher, His Majesty has granted you the permission to enjoy the flowers with the royal children on the top floor. It seems that your title will be restored soon."

"The title is not important. As long as the Crown Prince is as stable as a rock, my status will not change."

Liu Hong's tone was gentle, as if he were a diligent teacher.

The second prince's face suddenly turned ugly.

He didn't even bother to argue with the Crown Prince and left with the Third Prince.

The prince chuckled foolishly. Every time he saw the second prince give in, he felt an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Just as he was about to show respect for his teacher and let Liu Hong go first.

From a small temple on the mountainside, thick smoke billowed out and flames appeared.

The Hanging Temple was on fire, and this was still under Ye Zhong’s layers of protection.

Liu Hong was right! Someone was indeed trying to assassinate Emperor Qing at the Hanging Temple.

The Crown Prince had a gloomy look on his face, not knowing whether he should use this matter to get Emperor Qing to move to the palace.

Liu Hong's fate is obvious to all.

He was given some warnings and advice in preparation for a rainy day, but ended up being confined to his house for a month and even his title was stripped away.

"Teacher, should I give His Majesty some advice?"

The prince hesitated for a while, but still felt that Zheng Qiu had never betrayed his teacher Liu Hong.

Liu Hong glanced at it expressionlessly and rushed to the top floor of the Hanging Temple.

"Now that you've asked all of this, don't you already have a decision in mind?"

Obviously, the prince did not dare to persuade Emperor Qing to move.

The fire burned for a long time before the soldiers of the garrison division noticed something was wrong and started shouting.

"on fire!"

(End of this chapter)