Daming: Ascend to the throne as the emperor, start the game with land gods

a long time.

Holding the Tianzi sword in his hand, Zhu Youjian said with a little doubt: "In that case, what are you waiting for, Yushi?"

Ok?

The thirteen supervisors were taken aback for a moment.

What are you waiting for?

Of course, waiting for your majesty to release Zhongliang, and waiting for your majesty to kill Wei Zhongxian!

this question.

Could it be that the supervisors of the censors really killed Wei Zhongxian in this court?

But no sword.

Well.

There is a handful.

In Your Majesty's hand.

Your Majesty, can I borrow a sword?

Ye Shoufu looked at the overwhelmed censors, with reluctance and intolerance in his eyes.

Many people here were promoted by him personally. At that time, all of them took the revitalization of the country as their mission.

Unfortunately, it has changed, everything has changed.

In a trance.

Ye Shoufu looked at Elder Han Ge, the face of the old man who was present and strategizing, without the slightest sense of pre-crisis, he shook his head helplessly and sighed.

"What does His Majesty mean?"

Fang Kedao, the supervisory censor of Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces, bit the bullet and asked.

I don't understand the emperor's intention.

"What I heard was that Fang Qing and others remonstrated to death. I have little talent and learning, but I also know that remonstrance is based on death. It is the whole Qing's will. I agree that the imperial steps and palace pillars will be taken by you!"

Zhu Youjian held a sword flower, and the sword light was reflected in Fang Kedao's eyes, and said with a light smile.

There is no warmth in the smile.

cold.

Bone cold.

Fang Yushi and the others felt their blood go cold.

He has been an official for decades.

I have been remonstrated countless times.

Wanli, Taichang, even the first emperor, no one is so serious?

First Emperor.

I miss you so much.

"It seems that Fang Qing is afraid of pain, Wei Zhong, go to Fang Qing and other censors' wishes!"

There was no movement for a long time, Zhu Youjian's face gradually sank, and he said coldly.

The whole body exploded with power, and the censors of the thirteen censors could not help but kneel on the ground, unable to even open their mouths to defend.

"His Majesty……"

Mr. Han Ge didn't know what happened, but he also knew that now he had to take a step forward and end up hunting people.

But before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted.

"There is no joke before, Mr. Han Ge, do you want to replace him with your body?"

An inexplicable chill swept over Mr. Han Ge's body, and his intuition told him that as long as he dared to nod or say something, he would die.

Desperately returned to the original position.

"Wei Zhong, what are you waiting for?"

Chapter 17

"Boom!"

A dull crash.

echoed in the hall.

The scene of falling to the ground like tofu brain poured with chili oil deeply hurt the eyes and hearts of all civil and military officials.

Wei Zhong casually left the dead Fang Kedao, did not wipe off the red and white splashes on his hands and face, and pulled Li Yingsheng, the inspector of Fuzhou Road, to the nearest palace pillar.

The two looked at each other.

Wei Zhong grinned with a very good attitude.

But at this time, no matter how good the attitude is, people can't stand it. Li Yushi's eyes are full of panic and pleading.

His throat was rolling, but he couldn't make a sound.

"Open your eyes and watch carefully!"

Zhu Youjian said indifferently.

The decree was issued.

Even if all the civil and military officials were unwilling, they could only open their eyes and stare at him.

Atrocity!

Over two hundred years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty, there has never been an atrocity in the Qianqing Palace.

Emperor Taizu and Emperor Chengzu killed countless officials, but they did not condone the eunuchs to slaughter the censor.

Your Majesty, are you really not afraid of comments from later generations and writings from historians?

"Boom!"

The corpse fell to the ground.

Blood splattered freely on the smooth marble floor.

Occasionally, some blood flowed onto the official boots of nearby court officials, and the black-faced cloth could not see any abnormal color.

But the court officials felt the warmth, and all of them were so hot that they felt like fainting.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

...

Such a dull sound.

It rang twelve times in a row in the Qianqing Palace.

During the period, some court officials fell into a coma because they couldn't stand the stimulation.

Zhu Youjian would call the little eunuch thoughtfully and wake him up with ice water.

It's very cold.

The court official, who was already frightened, was shocked by the cold water again. Inexplicably, he felt a little hot all over.

Very strange.

The envoy of the imperial hospital quietly wrote down the names of these court officials, and also counted the number of people in the hospital.

The condition is easy to diagnose.

high fever.

The prescriptions are basically the same, but the dosage is slightly adjusted according to individual conditions.

There are enough physicians.

But if the boy who boils medicine wants to come to cook it, there will be insufficient manpower.

but.

Having already reached such a high official position, there must be no shortage of boys who cook medicine in every household.

Not really.

The cook who cooks on weekdays can also be on top.

Do not worry.

The envoy of the Taiyuan Hospital regained his composure, let his thoughts go blank, and began to wander in the void.

For the dead bodies in disorder, there was no wave in his heart.

Who didn't work as an imperial physician before.

Small scene!

correct.

There was a case of cutting off nine heads in a row.

I will talk about it at the Tai Hospital when I have free time.

what.

How did I come up with this?

……

Deathly silence.

The civil and military officials watched the whole process, their eyes were straightened, their mouths were dry, and they were all sluggish.

Wei Zhong took the white cloth from the little eunuch, wiped his hands, and threw the white cloth on the dead body.

Seven years of grievances have been exhausted.

Even death is worth it.

"My lord, this old slave is done."

Wei Zhong had no regrets, no complaints, no grievances, he knelt down in a pool of blood, ready to die, and said generously.

Thirteen supervisory censors really died.

The only one throughout the ages.

It doesn't matter whether it is famous in history, or it will be infamous for thousands of years.

The important thing is that the 13 people who jumped the beam and clown died in front.

Civil and military officials.

At this moment, when I came back to my senses, most people were in complicated moods. They seemed to have countless things to say, but they seemed to have nothing to say.

Among the few people, Han Ge's canthus can be said to be completely cracked, with blood and tears flickering in the corner of his eyes.

The thirteen censors are not only the tongue of the Donglin people, but also the sharpest sword of the Donglin people.

Now, the tongue is cut and the sword is broken.

pain!

Pain from the bone marrow!

Watching Wei Zhong, wishing to eat his flesh and drink his blood.

"I feel Fang Qing's intentions, and I accept this remonstrance!"

Zhu Youjian looked sad, and said in a deep voice: "But why bother? Wei Zhongxian is dead, and Wei Zhong, show your tooth cards to your lovers!"

heard.

Wei Zhong was ecstatic.