Daming prepares the emperor

Liu Lian wore hemp and filial piety, carried the coffin, and went home devastated.

This incident was extremely shocking. Hu Weiyong's already bad reputation in the ruling and opposition parties changed from being a powerful figure to a traitor. On the surface, everyone respected him when they saw him, but they continued to scold him in the dark.

The officials of Hu Weiyong's faction naturally didn't dare to say anything, but tried their best to stop Youyou's mouth, just because they didn't dare to move too much, the effect was not good after all, and the rumors still couldn't go away.

What about poisoning heroes, mutilating Zhongliang, and intending to rebel, even if you say it in a big way, everyone is spreading it anyway, and there are not many of you.

It wasn't until someone inquired about the palace's attitude that the rumor suddenly disappeared.

In November, the daughter of the Hu family married Li Shanchang's nephew.

At the beginning of the first month.According to the imperial history book, Hu Weiyong's son was running wildly in a busy city and fell to his death on the street. In order to vent his anger, Hu Weiyong committed suicide privately by the driver.Zhu Yuanzhang was furious and said that he would make Hu Weiyong pay for his life.

The twelfth day of the first lunar month.Li Yinbing, Tu Jie, and Shang Hao wrote a letter saying that Hu Weiyong had a heart of rebellion and intended to cause disaster.

On the thirteenth night of the first lunar month, Jin Yiwei surrounded Hu Weiyong's house.

Wu Ce, Zhang Ziming, and the newly recruited Han Qianhu, the three most powerful people in Beizhen Fusi all came, waiting in front of the Hu Mansion to listen to the sound of swords clashing inside.

Half an hour ago, hundreds of households led troops in, and the killing has not yet ended.

"How many people did he hide in there?" Han Qianhu said in surprise.

Fires blazed inside the wall, and the whole sky was red with the reflection of snow.

"I don't know." Among them, Zhang Ziming was the gentlest, and he calculated patiently, "There are about five hundred people."

"It's over after killing for a while, and you can't turn the palm of your hand." Wu Ce said coldly, "You will also go in later. If Hu Weiyong wants to live, he must be imprisoned overnight."

"Yes." The two replied.

Tonight, the entire capital is under martial law, the city gates are closed tightly, and the festive atmosphere of the Chinese New Year has not dissipated. The empty streets are both quiet and somewhat eerie.

Teams of soldiers on horseback shuttled between the alleys, holding torches in their hands, looking from a height, it looked like flames were flowing.

The rattling of horseshoes in this night represents a reminder of death. They broke open the doors of each house, went in and pulled the trembling officials out of the bed, and brought people into the imperial edict amidst the voices of "I want to see the emperor and wronged". prison.

Fire, snow, colorful flags, gray smoke, the capital is extremely lively, but it is as quiet as death.

Gradually, the flames weakened.

Zhang Ziming and Han Qianhu had been in Hu's residence for a while.

The mansion was in chaos, the whole house was destroyed, green smoke was rising, there were fragments of porcelain, burnt wood, and cloth and silk on the ground, corpses were everywhere, some were sitting crookedly, some were lying down, Others were nailed to the wall.

Sparks were flying everywhere, and dozens of Jinyiwei were running around carrying things, sealing boxes and sticking seals.

The rest of the people turned over the corpses and went into the secret room to search for Hu Weiyong who had disappeared.

Suddenly someone shouted: "I found it, here! I found Hu Weiyong!"

Han Qianhu directly stepped on the beams and went up to the roof, ran over in twos and twos, grabbed the figure with his big hand, grabbed the collar of the figure and lifted him up, turned it over and carefully identified it, it was Hu Weiyong's face.

He actually put on the servant's clothes and hid in the pile of corpses, and even scratched his own face.

"Where is the Taoist priest, find a Taoist priest and see if he is real."

Soon a Taoist priest in a yellow robe came over, took advantage of the demon mirror, dripped blood, and borrowed luck, fiddled with it, and breathed a sigh of relief, saying that this is Hu Weiyong.

Zhang Ziming came over with a box, looked at Han Qianhu and said, "I found it too."

After the two met, they gathered together and headed out the door.

When Wu Ce saw them, his eyes were burning: "Is it all done?"

"Go back to my lord, it's done."

Hu Weiyong was tied up and struggling like a caterpillar touched by salt, but unfortunately he couldn't escape Han Qianhu's iron hand. After seeing Wu Ce, he asked with his last hope: "Master Wu, what am I?" crime?"

Wu Ce answered the wrong question: "The Prime Minister has raised so many private soldiers, what is his intention?"

"For self-protection."

"To whom do you protect yourself? My Prime Minister of Ming Dynasty, who would dare to harm you?"

"..." Hu Weiyong gritted his teeth, his heart felt ashamed, "Of course no one would dare to harm me."

He lowered his head, the knife cut on his face was bleeding, and his facial features were distorted like a ghost. When he said this, he gritted his teeth, which was extremely terrifying in the dark night.

Wu Ce said coldly: "You don't need to protect yourself and you keep private soldiers. What is it if it's not rebellion? Rebellion is to punish the nine clans! Come on, I'd better take Mr. Hu back, and deal with it when the Holy Majesty's order arrives."

Zhang Ziming stood up to take Hu Weiyong, and the Jinyi guards spontaneously divided into two columns, one of which followed him back to Beizhen Fusi.

Before leaving, Zhang Ziming presented the box to Wu Ce.

Wu Ce took the box, and said to Han Qianhu: "I want to go to the palace immediately to face the saint. You can do the finishing work, and the injured brothers should be carried away to treat them quickly, and the dead ones can be buried, and money will be sent to their families."

"Yes!"

Han Qianhu turned around, and poured water from a large bucket on the steps, and all the blood flowed down. The two Jinyi guards took out their seals and began to seal the mansion.

Not everyone can live in the Imperial Prison, and ordinary crimes cannot be admitted at all, and low-level officials are not qualified, so it is rare that it is so full today.

Li Yinbing and Tu Jie looked at this scene and saw the big shots crying for their fathers and mothers on weekdays. They just felt that they were really smart and jumped out early to protect themselves wisely.

Zhang Ziming had just stuffed Hu Weiyong into a single cell, and now he was with them, walking from the deepest part to the entrance, and asked with a smile: "My lords, take a look and see if everyone has been arrested?"

Usually when he smiles, all the officials welcome him. It is rare for Fusi in Beizhen to have a talkative Jin Yiwei. Today when he smiles, it makes people feel trembling.

Looking at Zhang Ziming, Li Yinbing shuddered and said in a low voice, "It's all over."

Tu Jie also said: "It's all done."

In fact, there are still some people they don't know at all, but they dare not say anything right now.

"That's good." Zhang Ziming said, "Thanks to the two adults tonight, you are also shocked. There is a curfew outside. I will send you back home."

The two heaved a sigh of relief, staying here was proud of being proud, even if it was too frightening, and the eyes and gazes of their colleagues in the past were too terrifying, so it was good to be able to go home and rest.

Halfway there, an old man with disheveled hair and caught in saw them. He suddenly grabbed the iron fence and hissed, "Master Zhang, I want to report, I want to report! There are still people who have not been caught!"

Zhang Ziming stopped immediately: "This is..."

Li Yinbing and Tu Jie were taken aback, and were also curious about who else had slipped through the net. According to their understanding, there were indeed all of them.

Jin Yiwei who sent him in said: "My lord, this is the Minister of the Household Department."

"Shangshu of the Household Department?" Zhang Ziming said, "Who does the old Shangshu want to report?"

"I report these two bastards!" Hubu Shangshu pointed to Li Yinbing and Tu Jie, "They are also Hu Party!"

"You fart! Master Li and I wrote a letter to Hu Weiyong to rebel. How could we be Hu Party?" Tu Jie was dumbfounded.

Hubu Shangshu: "It's them! They are my accomplices! My lord, didn't you want us to recruit, I recruited, it is these two thieves!"

The people at both ends of the aisle were all caught in tonight, and they were all holding their breaths, no matter if it was resentment or anger, there was nowhere to vent, not to mention that Li Yinbing and Tu Jie were dead friends who were not dead and poor, and they wanted to kill them. So they joined in.

"Master Zhang! Li Yinbing and Tu Jie are our accomplices!"

"Yes, it's them!"

"That's right, lock them up quickly! The villain surnamed Li, you gave me a present on my birthday last year, you forgot!"

"Kill them! We must die together!"

Li Tu and the two were so frightened that their faces turned pale, and they stuck to Zhang Ziming's side on one left and one on the right, ignoring rebuttals: "Master Zhang, they are jumping over the wall in a hurry, you won't believe it!"

Zhang Ziming shook his head.

Just as the stone in their hearts was about to fall to the ground, he heard him continue: "You can't be judged by your appearance. I didn't expect that Mr. Li and Mr. Tu are also Hu Weiyong's accomplices. Come and arrest them!"

"Yes!"

The palace was brightly lit, and many people did not sleep. The Wuying Hall and the Wenhua Hall were lit, but there was no one in the Wenhua Hall. Zhu Biao and Zhu Yuanzhang sat together, waiting for the result of the liquidation.

Neither of them spoke, and even though they were both confident, it was an extremely serious matter.

Zhu Biao took a sip of tea, and his voice was astringent: "Father, it's almost time."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded and said to Huang Xi, "Go and see if Wu Ce is here."

Huang Xi led the order to go out.

"Biao'er, there will be no prime minister in the future, are you happy?"

Zhu Yuanzhang tightly held the yellow cloth on the table, and the yellow cloth was twisted by him, and the memorial books from all over the world were distorted, and gathered in his palm.

"I don't know." Zhu Biao sighed, "I just feel nervous now."

"Father is also nervous." Zhu Yuanzhang said, "Don't be afraid of being nervous. Dad is nervous every time he fights. If you relax, you will be killed! Baoer, dad told you, you should be happy, in the future..."

Before he finished speaking, Huang Xi led Wu Ce back.

Wu Ce knelt down on the ground, holding the box in his hand: "Your Majesty, the man has been caught, and he is now being sent to prison. This is the letter that I found, and it's all here."

Huang Xi took the things and opened them, counted them, and handed them to Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao flipped through the letters, read them in less than a quarter of an hour, and then wrote down the names of the people on the paper.Huang Xi presented the weighty paper to Zhu Yuanzhang.

Zhu Yuanzhang scanned the paper from top to bottom, and asked Wu Ce, who was still kneeling there, "Xu Da, Chang Yuchun, Tang He, Lan Yu, and the other generals, have there been any changes?"

"Return to Your Majesty, no."

"How many people were arrested?"

"A total of 230 and six."

"There are 57 people on the paper, go ahead, press this paper, arrest those who were not arrested, and interrogate them to death."

"Yes!"

When Wu Ce went in, he was holding a letter in his hand. When he came out, although the thing in his hand was still paper, what was on the paper was not words, but human lives.

"after--"

Zhu Yuanzhang wanted to finish what he hadn't said: "In the future, the emperor will truly be the emperor of everyone! No official can stop him from doing what he wants to do. Who said there will always be corrupt officials? From now on, those who corrupt the law, Regardless of the severity, we will kill them all! We don't believe that we can't kill the head, and we can't kill them when they are afraid."

The silence in the hall was suffocating, and all the eunuchs and maids knelt down.

Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Yuanzhang from below, held his breath, and did not speak.

"Biao'er, we can already think of what is written about us in the history books, tyrant, fatuous, beggar! But we are not afraid, and neither are you."

He walked down step by step until he stood in front of Zhu Biao, with both hands outstretched, holding Zhu Biao's shoulders tightly, just like he was holding the cover of the imperial case tightly before.

"We are not wrong, we will never be wrong! We promise you and my sister, if you kill these people, there will be no more big prisons!"

"We will give you the Ming Dynasty in its entirety, Biao'er, stand up! Come with us to the outside of the palace gate, to see the fallen heads, and to see the country!"

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The author has something to say:

It's over!

It took me a year to write this book... how slow I was.

Flowers are over!I will send red envelopes to everyone!

ps: What happened to Liu Bowen, I didn't write it clearly, I don't think it's necessary, everyone should understand.

The next book will be a utopian polygraph detective!Everyone who is interested can be healthy.

After finishing writing, I feel that there are still many deficiencies. I hope I can make progress. When I learn more about the Ming Dynasty, I may write about the Son of Heaven.Hmm - there's no guarantee of a date.

In short, it is the end of Sahua!