The Three Kingdoms: My Wife is a Great and Good Teacher

She knew that as long as the letter was delivered to the prison warden, it would definitely reach Liu Zhaoqing.

"Let's go back."

"But...my benefactor..." Zhang Liao clenched his fists, looking at the entrance to the death row that was so close at hand with some reluctance.

But the consequences of her trespassing into the death row were something that even Xun Yu could not afford, let alone a minor official like her.

"Wenyuan, you must believe Zhaoqing." Xun Yu said.

He turned and looked at the gloomy cell door not far away, his eyes moving slightly.

"Planning in the tent can lead to victory thousands of miles away."

“This is what Zhao Qing is doing now.”

-

In the dim prison, Liu Zhaoqing sat on the earthen bed, closing his eyes to recuperate.

A rat as big as a fist in the corner of the wall looked at Liu Zhaoqing, stood up and put its hands on its chest, seeming to be very curious about him.

But the next second, there was a noise and the mouse was so scared that it quickly crawled into the hole.

Footsteps were heard in the corridor. Liu Zhaoqing opened his eyes and saw the warden hurriedly walking towards him.

"Master Zhaoqing, good news, good news!"

The prison chief said repeatedly, and when he came outside the cell, he smiled and said, "Master Zhaoqing! You are safe today!"

Liu Zhaoqing came to the prison door, thought for a moment and said, "Does that mean my crime has not been cleared yet?"

The smile on the warden's face froze slightly. Living one day at a time, he wanted to tell Liu Zhaoqing as happily as possible to make Liu Zhaoqing happier, but he didn't expect that he had guessed it all at once.

"There seems to be something in the prison chief's arms?"

After Liu Zhaoqing's reminder, the prison warden immediately took out the letter in his arms and said, "Oh, by the way, this is the letter handed over by Miss Xun. Because the Ten Eunuchs ordered that outsiders are not allowed to enter the death row, Miss Xun had to go back. Only letters can enter, and I estimate that after a while, even letters may not be able to pass in."

All the letters that could come in had to be checked, but Liu Zhaoqing still showed a hint of expectation.

After taking it, I opened it and took a look.

Looking at the beautiful and neat handwriting on the letter paper, Liu Zhaoqing sighed slightly that she was worthy of being a lady from a noble family. The handwriting in the letter she wrote on the spur of the moment was so elegant and beautiful.

Then he quickly read the contents of Xun Yu's letter.

The letter talked about what happened during the court session today, and also explained the situation Liu Zhaoqing would face.

When Liu Zhaoqing read the news that Lu Zhi had come forward for him, he felt fortunate to have met Liu Bei who was far away in Pingyuan.

If it weren't for the letter prepared by Liu Bei, Lu Zhi would be unlikely to stand up for himself, and Xun Yu might not even be able to speak.

The chaos between He Jin, the Ten Attendants, and the aristocratic ministers in the court also verified Liu Zhaoqing's speculation about the current situation in Luoyang, which can be summed up in one word: chaos.

As for the reactions of the ministers after the River Map was revealed, Liu Zhaoqing nodded slightly, which was almost what he expected.

Later, Xun Yu said in a letter that His Majesty did not issue an edict on his crime of treason on the spot, as if he had forgotten about it because he was so happy about the prophecy of the River Chart.

However, with the Ten Eunuchs by his side, Liu Zhaoqing's situation was still very dangerous.

After putting away the letter, Liu Zhaoqing pondered for a while.

Simply put, he had saved his life for the time being and would not be beheaded today, but he had not been released. If the emperor ever remembered it or the Ten Attendants bewitched him again, he would still be in danger.

This was only a superficial situation. After Liu Zhaoqing thought about it for a moment, he understood his deeper situation: he was now useless to the eunuchs, relatives of the emperor, and the literati, and was an insignificant discarded pawn.

In other words, he showed too little value.

The struggle in the court was a struggle for political interests. It was unlikely that Liu Zhaoqing, who had no power, no influence, and no background, would win favor just because of a river map.

But fortunately, Liu Zhaoqing also told Xun Yu about this situation.

"The eunuchs and their party harmed me, my foreign relatives and royal family didn't care about me, and the literati despised me." Liu Zhaoqing pondered for a while, then smiled slightly.

"But fortunately, there are not only these few forces in the court."

The prison chief scratched his head after hearing this and said, "Master Zhaoqing, aren't there only these few forces in the court? Are there others?"

"Of course. The most powerful force in the court is not these, but... the ruler of the country."

The prison chief was horrified. Isn't this referring to... His Majesty? !

But... Liu Zhaoqing wants His Majesty to save him? How is that possible?

"Sir Warden, could you please take the risk of bringing me paper, pen and ink?" Liu Zhaoqing asked the warden with a bow.

"Of course, but what do you need paper and pen for?"

"Write a poem."

"what?"

Half a moment later, Liu Zhaoqing got the paper and pen, and then he picked up the pen and wrote on the prepared paper in front of the prison chief across the cage.

Emperor Lingdi loved writing poetry since he was young. When he was young, he founded the first academy in Chinese history. He was the highest-ranking scholar in the world.

What Liu Zhaoqing had to do was to show his talents directly to Emperor Ling and express his ambitions and values.

He didn't believe that the emperor of the Han Dynasty would really turn a blind eye to the current chaotic situation in Luoyang.

"All right."

In less than half a quarter of an hour, Liu Zhaoqing finished writing the poem. He puffed up his cheeks to blow away the dust on the paper, then stood up and handed it to the warden outside the cage.

The warden took it and read the words aloud. When he read the last part, he opened his mouth in extreme shock.

"This poem...will surely be passed down through the ages...and it is full of the aspirations of Master Zhaoqing...I am so lucky to have personally witnessed such a poem..."

The head of the prison felt that his knowledge was not enough to praise the poem. His hands trembled slightly as he looked at the poem and said, "I know that this is what Master Zhaoqing is like. Only with this kind of character can he accomplish such a feat on the plain!"

After the excitement, the warden suddenly discovered one thing, that is, this poem seemed to have no name.

When asked, Liu Zhaoqing looked at the black object used for executions in the corner of the earth wall not far away.

“That’s the title of the poem.”

The warden turned around and followed his gaze, and saw a handful.

"coal?"

"Coal is worth singing about, and this is how its life should be," Liu Zhaoqing said softly.

Chapter 3 Meng De K

In the center of Luoyang City, less than a hundred feet away from the imperial palace, there is a mansion as magnificent as a palace pavilion.

The mansion was surrounded by imperial guards, and at the entrance there was an endless stream of wealthy merchants and officials with cartloads of gifts, all wanting to enter this mansion that was like a royal palace and meet the owner of the mansion.

That person is Zhang Rang, the most powerful person in Luoyang and the entire Han Dynasty, the eunuch who is second only to the emperor and above everyone else.

Zhang Rang's wealth is inestimable, Zhang Rang's ability is enough to defeat ten thousand troops, and Zhang Rang's words can change Your Majesty's sacred edict.

If General He Jin used military force to intimidate Luoyang, then Zhang Rang could dominate the court and resist He Jin's army simply by relying on his own wisdom, strategy and control over the emperor.

At this time, the most powerful eunuch of the dynasty was sitting on a gilded green jade couch, holding a golden cup in his hand, and looking down at the black-clothed eunuch who was crawling not far from his feet.

Looking closely, the eunuch turned out to be Zhang Gong, one of the Ten Attendants.

As two of the Ten Eunuchs, Zhang Gong and Zhang Rang were obviously not on the same level.

Among the twelve eunuchs, only Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong had the status to influence the emperor's words and deeds. However, even so, the other ten eunuchs still had great power in the court.

Zhang Rang and Zhao Zhong also need friends, or allies of interest, and generally do not have any complaints about the other eunuchs, unless... someone messes up things.

Coincidentally, this was the case with Zhang Gong, who was crawling in front of Zhang Rang.

Zhang Rang lifted up the golden cup, took a sip of the sake, and his thin lips were moistened with a hint of red. His eyes were calm, but they seemed as piercing as an icy cone.

Looking at Zhang Gong, he said calmly: "You almost ruined my plan for a commoner... Zhang Gong, you did a really good job."

Zhang Gong's body trembled, and he immediately said: "Father, I didn't expect such an accident to happen. I thought that chess piece could be used to pry those noble families, such as the Xun family..."

"To influence the noble families?" Zhang Rang interrupted Zhang Gong and smiled. "Don't you think that in the eyes of those noble families who read the books of sages, we are really some kind of 'adults'?"

"They privately call us the 'Eunuch Party', the Eunuch... Party." Zhang Rang said in a cold voice.

Zhang Gong's body was shaking; he knew that Zhang Rang was very angry.

It’s not because Zhang Gong did something wrong, but because he didn’t do it well and messed it up.

"Zhang Gong deserves to die! Please, please calm down my anger!"

Zhang Rang sighed, then stretched out his finger towards Zhang Gong and raised his index finger slightly.

Zhang Gong's body slowly got up.

Then his body floated gradually and came in front of Zhang Rang.

Zhang Rang touched the golden cup to his cheek. For a moment, Zhang Gong's cheek was instantly frozen with a trace of frost, and a piercing pain came from his face.

But he couldn't shout, so Zhang Gong gritted his teeth, closed his mouth tightly, and endured it.

Slowly putting down the golden cup, Zhang Rang stood up and walked to the attic window.

"Do you know why I am so angry? It's not because you did something wrong, but because... you are too arrogant and think that a commoner doesn't need to care too much."

"But, even a tiger will use all its strength to catch a rabbit, and a rat can destroy an entire pot of rice." Zhang Rang turned around and looked at Zhang Gong, who was kneeling on the ground and gasping in pain.

"We need to be careful because if we take a wrong step, there will be no recovery."

Zhang Gong lowered his head, panted, leaned forward and responded: "Thank you...for your teachings, father."

"This incident gave the nobles an opportunity, and also helped He Jin and He Suigao gain favor with the nobles." Zhang Rang looked out the window at the prosperous Luoyang City and said, "But it won't have much impact on us."

"Those who support us have already become our wings, those who oppose us have already drawn their swords against us, and those who fear us, this 'River Map Incident' has only given them an extra layer of comfort."

Zhang Gong nodded, then thought for a moment and asked cautiously, "Then, father, that Liu Zhaoqing..."

Zhang Rang glanced back at Zhang Gong and asked, "Do you want him to die?"

Zhang Gong nodded.

But the next second, Zhang Gong's body sank to the floor, his chest felt stuffy, and he suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Zhang Rang loosened his fingers slightly and sighed again: "Your Majesty understands this, why don't you understand it?"

"Which is more important, 'grass' or 'the country'?"

Zhang Gong, who looked in pain, did not dare to wipe the blood from the corner. He struggled to get up and lowered his head and said, "Gong, I know..."

"Yeah." Zhang Rang nodded.

"Because of the appearance of the River Map, Your Majesty did not punish the commoner in the court, but he did not order his release either, because in Your Majesty's eyes, the commoner was nothing more than an insignificant weed."

"If you, as a eunuch, pay too much attention to the weeds, it will make the weeds valuable and become a weapon in the hands of those people that can cut our fingers."

Zhang Gong lowered his head slightly. He understood this truth. It was just because what happened in the morning court made him feel too humiliated, so he wanted to get rid of Liu Zhaoqing as soon as possible to appease his resentment.

"However, since this commoner is so restless, we should also share your worries."

Zhang Rang continued, "There is no need to act now. That would attract the attention of the nobles and He Jin. I have ordered people to guard the death row day and night. After a while, when Your Majesty is no longer interested in the River Map and is enjoying himself in the garden, Your Majesty can issue an edict at will."

"You will be the one to do this when the time comes."

When Zhang Gong heard this, he finally showed his joy and bowed his head to thank him again.

"Thank you, Father."

Zhang Rang did not respond.

He looked out the window and took in most of Luoyang.

"The Han Dynasty is about to rise?" Zhang Rang smiled.

"If this is true, the ones who will benefit the most are those of us who are closest to His Majesty, not those self-righteous fools."

"Everything is under my father's control." Zhang Gong said respectfully with his head down.

-

The next morning, many Luoyang ministers woke up at their friends' homes.

We were all toasting each other yesterday and were extremely happy, all because of the prophecy that "the Han Dynasty will rise".

This prophecy will soon spread throughout Luoyang and the entire world.

Ministers in the court have their own happiness, and ordinary gentry children in Luoyang City also have their own happiness.