I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Wang Tiqian nodded, noncommittal.

"They will first spread rumors everywhere, and use the mouth of the ignorant people to force the emperor to release Zhang Gongchen and execute him in full view of the capital!"

"If the emperor refuses, they can jump on the bridge, saying that the emperor is deliberately covering up, that Zhang Gongchen did not die in Beizhen Fusi, but instead enjoyed preferential treatment, and so on."

"If the emperor really pulls Zhang Gongchen out and beheads him in the street..."

When Wang Tigan said this, Xu Xianchun realized the seriousness of the situation, stood up suddenly, and subconsciously continued:

"That's slapping yourself in the face!"

Seeing that he was about to leave after speaking, Wang Ti hurriedly stopped him and asked:

"what are you going to do?"

"I'm going to report to the emperor!"

After hearing Xu Xianchun finished speaking, Wang Tiqian quietly went back and said with a sneer:

"You don't need to worry at all. The emperor has already expected this matter. What is the purpose of the Beijing News handed over to me? This time, you will carefully read it."

Xu Xianchun had just walked to the door, and when he heard this, he froze there, put on a sinister face, and said coldly:

"what can I do?"

……

For the Donglin Party, Zhu Youxiao's handling method is really not very satisfactory.

Both Jiajing and Wanli imprisoned their offenders' relatives in imperial prisons. In the end, they were detained for a few days in a symbolic manner, and then released alive and kicking, allowing them to continue to do harm to the people.

Who can know whether Zhang Gongchen is enjoying the food and drink in Fusi of Beizhen and continuing to live the life of a master?

Regarding this matter, without saying anything, the Donglin Party will definitely hold a small meeting to discuss how to deal with it.

Of course, the fans are running everywhere now, and the Donglin party members are not fools, and the assembly on the surface must not work.

Even if they are high-ranking officials who really want to talk about something serious, they still have to find a secluded place and pretend to go there as a secret base.

In December of the first year of Tianqi, it was a cold winter.

Gyeonggi is suffering from drought, and there has been no snow, and the riverbed has dried up. People are praying at home, hoping that a heavy snow will fall in the New Year, moisten everything, and bring a good harvest in the coming year.

What they didn't know was that the imperial court's policy of promoting sweet potatoes was also quietly running. After that accident, there would be no unscrupulous people to stop them from spring or summer planting next year.

The coming year will definitely be a year of auspicious snow and a good harvest!

It was dark at night, and the night market in the capital had already dispersed. Small merchants carried baskets, put away their shops, and went back to their respective houses.

A very remote and hard-to-find inn, the shopkeeper could see both sides of the street in the distance, except for the flickering lights in the breeze, there were no shadows of pedestrians.

Then he greeted the boy and planned to close the door.

But as soon as he turned his head, he was attracted by the sound of approaching footsteps, looked intently, and saw a few plainly dressed people coming straight to his shop from a distance.

The boys whined a few times, full of reluctance.

The shopkeeper was very happy when he saw the business. Although these people were dressed in simple clothes, they didn't behave like ordinary people.

He stretched out his hand, went forward and greeted:

"Guest, do you want to stay at the hotel?"

The three people who came didn't reply, they went straight into the store and sat down. I don't know who replied:

"Wait!"

The shopkeeper saw that the three of them behaved well, they were not traveling businessmen who came to Beijing from other places or farmers who had just returned from working in the fields, but probably some down-and-out lords.

Thinking so in his heart, he stepped forward again and said:

"If all the guests stay at the shop, the shop will be about to close. After all, it's getting late."

Hearing this, one of them took a sip of the check that the servant had just brought, frowned slightly, and said:

"live."

"That's it!" The shopkeeper said with a smile:

"There are still quite a few vacant rooms. Serve some small dishes to the three of you first. When everyone is ready, greet them. I'll come and greet you personally."

Just now the man put down the tea and asked again:

"After I choose, maybe change?"

The shopkeeper asked suspiciously: "If the guests feel that my room is not what they want, they can change it naturally. Dare I ask the three of you, how long do you want to stay?"

This was a casual question, but unexpectedly, the man thought for a moment before replying:

"It's not yet decided."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper felt suspicious, fearing that it might not be some criminal who came from other places and came to escape in this remote alley in the capital.

He was thinking about whether to give up the business.

After all, wealth and life are more important. If the criminals pursued by Dongchang escape to his place, I am afraid that this small shop will not be opened afterwards.

Seeing that the shopkeeper's expression was not right, the man thought for a while, then took out another ingot of silver from his pocket, put it on the table, and said quietly:

"The money is probably enough for us to live until this time next year."

The shopkeeper was stunned, and immediately grabbed the silver, all the worries just now were thrown out of the sky, and complimented:

"It's the young one who can't see Mount Tai, everyone, feel free!"

Hearing this, the man chuckled lightly and said:

"We are waiting for someone. When everyone arrives, we call you to lead us into the room. You go first."

Chapter 159 The Real Threat

No one would have imagined that in the middle of the night, a group of high officials from the imperial court were gathering in a remote and lonely shop in the suburbs of Beijing, talking about long and short stories.

When talking about the recent policy of the imperial court, they all sighed.

"Zhang Gongchen was sent to jail, but who knows, is he still alive and well?"

"This time the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Ministry of Officials played together, but the emperor ignored it. How can such a big matter be settled like this?"

Everyone talked and talked, and they all said that they couldn't keep their face.

After all, you have already made a fuss about this matter, let the emperor deal with it lightly, and you will gain both fame and fortune, no one is willing.

"Then what can we do, keep making trouble?" Zhao Nanxing seemed to have forgotten where he was, he took a sip of clear tea habitually, and soon spit it back into the bowl, frowning and said:

"If this matter continues to quarrel, it will become our court princes if it is unreasonable."

"Could it be possible that you continue to watch your relatives stir up trouble, while we wait for people with lofty ideals, but remain indifferent?" Liu Zongzhou got up angrily, and said:

"The news hasn't been passed on yet, and the people in various places don't know much about it. You can pass on the old stories of the disciples in various places and ask them to spread the word."

"Although Zhang Gongchen has been imprisoned, judging from the old rules of Wanli and Jiajing, he will be released sooner or later. He must be taken out and beheaded in the street!"

"Can the emperor compromise easily?"

Some people felt that this method was too radical and hesitated:

"After all, this Gongchen is the emperor's brother-in-law. He took it to the market and chopped it up. What is the majesty of the emperor?"

"Then let me ask you, is the emperor's personal dignity more important, or pleading for the people?" Liu Zongzhou went up and scolded this weak-willed person to the head and face:

"Fortunately, you are also a Juren who has read the books of sages and sages! Do you understand the principle of worrying about the world's worries first, and enjoying the world's joys later?"

"The emperor is so stupid that he tried every means to protect his relatives. We, as courtiers, should even rebuke Yan Yan directly!"

"Otherwise, in this world, who else would dare to say that the emperor's words are wrong?"

"It was a mistake..." The man stared blankly, facing the indiscriminate attack from everyone in Donglin, he quickly confessed his guilt.

But in my heart, I actually regretted why I joined such a so-called Donglin group of sages.

Zhao Nanxing watched them argue silently for a while, and then said in the tone of a helmsman:

"Everyone be quiet—"

"I see, brother Dong is right about this matter. The emperor tried every means to shield Zhang Gongchen, isn't it because of the empress's and his majesty?"

"We can't say it clearly in the court. If we can let the scholars, disciples and common people from all over the place know, we will do our best."

When everyone heard the words, they nodded.

The matter had just been settled, but Zou Yuanbiao came rushing from outside the house, and opened his mouth and said:

"No, I don't think you all need to be busy."

"Nangao, why are you so flustered?" Zhao Nanxing was not at all surprised when he saw Zou Yuanbiao who had resigned and returned to his hometown for several months.

Do you think resigning is over?too naive!

Zou Yuanbiao, Zhao Nanxing, and Gu Xiancheng are known as the Three Monarchs of Donglin, and they are the leaders of Donglin students in various places except the party leader Ye Xianggao.

Zhao Nanxing was in charge of the Ministry of Officials and the seal of the Metropolitan Procuratorate in the court hall, and Zou Yuanbiao's role in staying here was far worse than resigning and going back.

Just like Yang Lian before, although he was forced to resign, he was promoted by the Donglin Party as being unbearable and resigned resolutely.

With this reputation, you can also give lectures in the local area, gain fame, confuse those frustrated scholars, and call them to become your own disciples.

This is also the reason why Wei Zhongxian fanned the flames in front of Zhu Youxiao after Yang Lian went back, and found a reason to arrest him and put him in prison.

No way!

Wei Zhongxian understands too well, to deal with this group of "big sages" who are as thick-skinned as himself, you have to be that villain!

A few months ago, Zou Yuanbiao could not bear to be humiliated because of his disagreement with Wei Zhongxian, so he resolutely resigned from office and returned to his hometown.

This is the rhetoric of the Donglin Party. In fact, he just went back to develop students.

The Donglin Party also knew that now that the eunuchs in the imperial court were only covering the sky with their hands, the emperor didn't know whether he was really stupid or pretending to be stupid, and he would definitely not care anyway.

Zou Yuanbiao's stay in the court is nothing to do with an impeachment memorial. It is far worse than going back to the south of the Yangtze River, starting a school, and echoing them from afar.

In fact, this Zou Yuanbiao has not been idle since he resigned from office. He ran around Jiangnan and the capital.

Why not do it?

When he entered the house, he didn't drink the tea that ordinary people in the small shop only drank, he took a breath and said:

"The emperor let Wang Tigan take charge of the Beijing News!"

""Beijing News"..." Zhao Nanxing said doubtfully:

"The Beijing News has existed since the year of Hongwu. Didn't it only publish some court documents? Wang Tigan took charge of the Beijing News... Could it be that it is going to be reformed?"

"It's not just restructuring."

Zou Yuanbiao ran all the way back to the capital from the south of the Yangtze River this time. He must have something important to say. He looked solemn and said:

"All newspapers in the south of the Yangtze River have always purchased the right to reprint from the local Chief Secretary. This right now belongs to the Metropolitan Government!"

"There is also the masthead of the Beijing News, which is now only issued by the Metropolitan Government."

As soon as the words fell, everyone thought about it for a while, and then they all knew the seriousness of the situation.

Zhao Nanxing thought of something, and said with a beard:

"So, when businessmen from all over the country came to Beijing recently, they all came to the Dujian Mansion to talk about publishing and buying mastheads?"

"Businessmen are starting to enter Beijing now?" Zou Yuanbiao was also surprised when he heard that:

"These businessmen are really worthless, and they came faster than me!"

After saying that, he cupped his hands and said, "My lords!"

"The world will soon be in dire straits, if even the wind direction and public opinion in various places are controlled by the eunuchs, the Ming Dynasty will be over!"

"Scholars of my generation should take the world as our responsibility, and fight against the eunuchs to the end, and never die!"

Everyone was excited and bowed their hands again and again.

Soon, they all started talking about it. As a result, the restructuring of the Beijing News is imperative, and it is too late to stop it now.

So here comes the question, if people from all over the world have sources of news appointed by the imperial court, will they still listen to their scholarly lectures and commentary?

What if what the scholar said was different from what was reported in the Imperial Court Beijing News? Didn't Wei Zhongxian come up with the accusation of spreading rumors and bewitching at his fingertips?

At that time, I am afraid that even the common people will not speak up for these scholars, but there is really no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.