Daming: I asked you to hang yourself, but I didn’t ask you to rebuild the Ming Dynasty

Gao Wencai sneered again and again:

Tomorrow morning...

This is the first morning meeting that His Majesty has summoned officials to attend after leaving the palace!

Regardless of military and political affairs, even the stewards and partners of the textile workshop must participate!

Within the new capital, officials who are able to take charge will live in Guanghua City tonight.

There are so many officials in the city. In order to prevent Xiaoxiao from assassinating the officials, the city is closed to enforce the curfew and the city gates are closed——

Isn't that too much?

Not too much!

Does this make sense?

It’s a completely valid reason!

What about the safety of prisoner Huang Shu?

The soldiers who guarded the safety of the prison also stayed behind!

As long as Huang Shu is not killed, what will he do in prison...

Who has the right to open the cell door?

They are all in Guanghua City!

And everything that happened tonight was recorded by the engraver, printed into a book, and spread all over the world!

This is the poisonous plan set by Chen Qiyu and Chen Shangshu!

Killing hearts.

Not only should "people" fill the world, but Fushe, which keeps beeping about everything, should shut up!

We want Huang Shu to be ruined!

I want to completely remove His Majesty!

Chen Qiyu's move not only blocked the mouths of tens of thousands of Fushe people, but even the tens of millions of people under their control would completely side with the emperor!

Mr. Chen's skills are really amazing.

This is the master!

……

Gao Wencai's eyes were cold:

If the Huang family members who have entered the prison sense something is wrong and want to call someone to open the door...

Ha ha!

Want to open the cell door?

OK!

You, Huang Shu, killed so many people, and you brought them back to life. If you ask for forgiveness from their families, then I will open it for you!

Could it be that Huang Shu, who is corrupt and perverting the law, is your fate, and Huang Shu’s family is the fate of you who have embezzled money...

The lives of ordinary people are not lives?

You can't resurrect the people you killed, so go die!

Go and die in infamy!

……

Gao Wencai took one last look at the sculptors and saw that their faces were radiant and full of energy, so he knew that these people had caught up on their sleep during the day.

All right!

Everything is ready--

Just waiting for Huang Shu’s performance!

Gao Wencai sneered and followed the officials walking towards Guanghua City and slowly entered the city.

When the last official entered the city gate...

The heavy city gate creaked and was closed by the soldiers, and the suspension bridge was closed.

Guanghua, which served as the temporary capital, was under martial law.

In addition to major border affairs, the city gates will not be opened and news will be cut off until the court is over tomorrow morning and the martial law is lifted.

The stage is left to Huang Shu!

Oh, and there are the common people who are watching the excitement and don’t mind it.

……

Moon stars are rare.

In the cage, Huang Shu's throat rattled and his face became increasingly red.

The female relatives around him had not noticed anything wrong yet. They gathered around Huang Shu, crying, wiping away their tears, and chattering non-stop.

I don’t know when Huang Shu suddenly moved.

He struggled on the ground.

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, I scared Yun Niang to death!"

"Master, nothing can happen to you. Xiaoque can't live without you!"

"Dad, open your eyes and look, I am Xiaojiu, your favorite daughter!"

……

There were more than a dozen wives and concubines, crying and chattering non-stop.

The Huangshu woman crowded in the crowd also cried and wiped her tears.

At some point, he heard Huang Shu roar, his eyes had turned blood red, and his fair face became even redder.

"Master, please wake up quickly, no!"

"Ow~"

"Ah, daddy, I'm Xiaoling, are you crazy?"

"Come on, help!"

"Help, help! Someone come quickly!"

……

However, the soldiers guarding the cage looked at me and I looked at you. No one dared to open the door.

Who dares to open the door without the general's order?

"Shh!"

The people who were watching suddenly made an uproar, and the discussion was like a wet market:

"Tsk tsk tsk!"

"It turns out that this is the custom in Mr. Huang's family!"

"Tch, do you know that Huang Duye's style has tradition?"

"What's going on? What's the inside story?"

"Hehe, this is an old tradition. Didn't Zhu Zi do the same thing back then..."

"Oh! No wonder!"

Someone spat hard on the ground, with a look of disgust on his face:

"This group of thieves are usually aloof, five to six in number.

I really don’t know that they are so virtuous in private!

I bother! "

"Ha ha!

Who said no!

Before today, who could have imagined that they would look like this? "

……

The sky in the east has turned into an ink painting.

Morning comes.

And inside the prison, it was already filled with blood...

I don't know who has moved the tables and chairs, and several sculptors are looking up and painting.

The table was already piled with unsightly comic strips.

……

Inside Guanghua City.

Three drums!

After Zhu Youjian left the capital, his first morning court meeting was finally held.

Hundreds of officials meandered in, and according to the rule of military officers entering first and civil servants entering last, and according to their official positions, they arranged their positions in front of the main hall of the Yamen.

Although Zhu Youjian never complemented the imperial officials, a skinny camel was bigger than a horse.

The small county government is still not enough for officials to stand.

Officials even filled the front yard of the Yamen and lined up all the way to the screen wall.

There is a special group of people in this morning.

I saw several tables in the side hall on the right, right next to the doorway.

Each of the strong sculptors was sitting upright.

On the table, there are four treasures of the study: pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Crack!"

Fang Zhenghua swung his golden whip, and the tip of the whip crackled.

"Su!"

The officials, who were still whispering to each other just now, quickly stood up straight and arranged their positions, and the whole place was silent.

Guardsmen in golden robes held five umbrella covers and four round fans, climbed up the Danqi from the east and west sides, and stood on the left and right behind the throne.

There are two people inside, one holding the umbrella cover and standing on the seat, the other holding the "weapons" and two fans, standing in the middle behind the seat.

Ming Dynasty paintings: Yu Shi and Wu Yue's "Album of Xu Xianqing's Official Traces·Huangji Shiban". This is the real scene when going to court

"His Majesty is here!"

Wang Chengen drawled in a long voice, holding a fly whisk, and walked to the throne, turning sideways to where the emperor came out.

Zhu Youjian, wearing a round-collared robe with long sleeves and cloud shoulders, and a black folded-corner two-dragon-playing-bead gauze-wing crown, walked in through the side door and sat on the dragon chair.

Zhu Youjian turned his eyes slightly to one side and saw that the sculptor Chen Qiyu had specially found was already ready.

Then he gave Fang Zhenghua a wink.

"Crack!"

Fang Zhenghua waved the golden whip in his hand, and the sound of the whip was clear and crisp.

It is Honglu Temple that presides over the court etiquette.

Honglu Temple is one of the nine temples. It is in charge of foreign guests and court ceremonies.

Because none of the officials of Honglu Temple in history kept the festival for Chongzhen, Zhu You did not bring out any officials from Honglu Temple.

It was also because of the collective betrayal of the Honglu Temple officials that the enthronement ceremony of Li Zicheng and the Manchu Qing Dynasty was able to proceed smoothly.

At this time, only Wu Linzheng, the young minister of Taichang Temple, came forward to preside over the etiquette of the court meeting.