Take the Warehouse To The Great Ming

Everyone is cherishing the memory of Huo Yan's loyalty and grief over his ending. At this moment, Guo Hou's laughter seemed particularly abrupt and harsh.

"What if he doesn't follow, kill him, and then drove the wild dogs to eat, the belly of those wild dogs is rounded, hahahaha!"

Guo Hou looked crazy, and some people in the crowd retched, and he became even more crazy when he heard it.

He grinned and laughed silently, his body trembling with the rhythm of the laugh, appearing extremely happy.

He looked up at the sky, squinted his eyes and shouted: "Damn the old thief Huo Yan, it doesn't count if the wild dog eats it. Do you still remember the meat that the old man gave me? Hahahaha!"

Lin Qun'an's throat surged, and the people had come to their senses, some squatted on the ground and vomited, some were crying...

"You must die!"

"My lord, knock him out!"

Those people slowly came over, and everyone was furious.

"A good Anxiang county, now ruined by this rebel, it's time to dig out his family's ancestral grave!"

"What kind of ancestral grave! Kill him the Guo family tribe!"

"Yes, kill the Guo family tribe!"

"Smash him!"

Under the passion, someone threw a stone over. The stone fell on Guo Hou's side, bounced a few times, and finally stopped at his feet.

Guo Hou seemed to be taken aback, and shouted angrily at the other side: "Looking for death!"

Lin Qun'an shook his head, and the sergeants shouted: "Don't throw anything, or you will catch a board!"

The crowd was a little restless, and someone shouted: "My lord, the rebel killed Huo Daren at that time, why don't we kill him?"

Lin Qun'an said, "Uncle wants him to go back alive."

"Xing He Bo?"

Mentioning the name, even Guo Hou was trembling.

He was ready to be cut by thousands of swords, and he felt that he could bear this kind of pain. But after Lin Qun'an mentioned Fang Xing, Fang Xing's past cruel experience gradually came to mind.

It's just one thing to kill without blinking. It is said that Fang Xing alive buried prisoners of war and ate human flesh.

Lin Qun'an walked to him, and when Guo Hou looked up at him, he said, "A lot of people have rebelled after cleaning up the offering, but there is only one like you, Guo Hou, you are blessed. "

...

News from various places flew to the capital like snow flakes, and the situation in the south seemed to be head-on, making the civil and military officials and the people in the capital secretly speechless.

Hundreds of rebellions, more than any dynasty, make people think that they are in the last years of the dynasty, amidst chaotic times.

Fang Xing's sitting in Jinling was a reassurance. Whether it was officials or the people, they believed that he could suppress the situation in the south.

But everyone was worried about another point. They were worried that Fang Xing would kill and kill the top Confucian figures.

So some of the courtiers wrote to Jinling, and some stammered Zhu Zhanji to express their concerns in this regard, and then Zhu Zhanji said frankly that the list would be sent to Beiping in time.

Zhang Fudu was unavoidably worried about this, and talked to Meng Ying at the Five-Army Dudu's Mansion and also mentioned this matter.

"Dehua seems to be joking and easy to talk, but that person is the most stubborn in his bones. If he is irritated, no matter what kind of gentry you are, even the princes can't please him."

Meng Ying said helplessly: "Your Majesty also sent Yang Wuhou. Yang Wuhou is steady, and he wants to be able to trap him."

When the two said this, they were actually not worried that Fang Xing would be angered, but worried that he would take the risk and use this opportunity to clean up the south to clean up Confucianism.

Zhang Fu felt a bit unreasonable and worried, so he smiled and said, "These innovations are not just a momentary idea. They have emerged from the time of Emperor Wen. Dehua has been alone for many years and will not destroy the Great Wall if he thinks about it."

Meng Ying was a little jealous. He lowered his head, thinking that Fang Xing had been involved in the royal family since he was weak at the young age, and then stepped forward to today. During this period, he made many plans, but now it seems that most of them are planning for Daming's future.

No one doesn't want to be an important minister of the country, but the limitations of their abilities and the differences in their respective circumstances make them all have their own jobs.

For Meng Ying, what he cares most about in this world is Baoding Houfu, followed by his own future.

Zhang Fu and him were similar, they were relatively silent until there was a sound of footsteps.

"The messenger from the south is here!"

The two abruptly got up, and then hurriedly entered the palace to beg to see each other.

When I got outside the palace, I saw many important ministers waiting, and the atmosphere was tense.

Later, a servant came and took them in.

In the Palace of the Qing Dynasty, Zhu Zhanji was looking at the document, and the officials came in to salute, but he only slightly nodded, and then continued to watch.

His eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and the corners of his mouth were slightly bowed, with a hint of coldness, making him extremely unhappy.

After reading it later, he looked up and said: "More than three hundred, the entire south, more than three hundred conspiracy, the biggest one... breached the county seat of Anxiang County, the magistrate Huo Yan was martyred, and the gentry took the lead!"

Zhu Zhanji held the paper roll in his hand, and said with an irritation: "Some people guess that I will be too mean and the gentry is the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, so why are they reluctant to give some fields."

Come on!

Some civil servants below really thought so in their hearts, and immediately looked at the emperor with bright eyes, wondering if he wanted to change course.

If the cleanup is over, then there is still room for maneuver in all this, and the relationship between Confucianism and the emperor will be slowly restored, and then it will be no different from the past dynasties.

This is everyone's wish!

But the emperor on the throne snorted coldly, and said, "From today's perspective, there are many greedy and inadequate gentry. I give the field today, and will I give it tomorrow? Given this, a group of jinshis will be awarded in the next few years. give or not?"

His voice gradually became abrupt: "Give it today and give it tomorrow. When did this Daming give it to them?! Hmm!"

"Your Majesty is happy and angry..."

"Quiet your anger?"

The group of officials bowed together, but it was also spectacular.

But Zhu Zhanji had no joy. He got up and walked down with his hands, and walked to the entrance of the hall, looking at the dazzling sunlight outside, and said: "Some people say that this world is my world, the world of the Zhu family. Of course, and I want to be in charge of the world, to master the situation."

Uh……

These words are idiotic. Even the **** knows that the emperor is not easy. What is the world of the Zhu family, and how is it different from the wooden fetal statue in the temple.

Zhu Zhanji slowly turned around, looking at the officials from behind, and then at the throne.

"The experience of Emperor Ren let me know that this world is not mine, nor is it of the Zhu family. If you don't understand this, the Zhu family will face disaster and become a lamb slaughtered by the rebels."

"His Majesty!"

A civil official knelt down, he unbuttoned his official hat and bowed his head deeply.

The courtiers knelt down in front of Zhu Zhanji~www.wuxiaspot.com~Only Zhu Zhanji was standing in the hall.

He walked slowly among the rows of kneeling people.

He looked like a god, looking at these great ministers who bowed their heads.

"Former Song is the world of scholar-officials, whose world is Daming?"

Zhu Zhanji raised this question, but was not seeking an answer.

He walked to the throne again, faced the throne, reached out and touched the armrests, and said, "Chairs are just chairs. Everyone has a chair. Only when you sit firmly can you get a good death."

The emperor's words showed the murderous intent, and the courtiers below did the same.

Officials who opposed the cleanup would hate Guo Hou because he showed the emperor the other side of the southern gentry.

The ministers who agreed to clean up the offer also hated Guo Hou.

Not to mention the rebellion as a gentry, the signal to break the county seat is really frightening.

In the past, most of the rebels in the rebellion were riots, that is, there was a case of the county town in Shandong, but it was an internal riot in the county town.

But Guo Hou was different. He gathered his subordinates to attack the county seat.

Attack the county seat!

This is a dangerous signal, a signal that makes the emperor sleep well.

If we attack the county town today, will we attack Beiping tomorrow?

"Zhou Qing, please."

Zhu Zhanji immediately cleared up his mood, turned around and sat down, and said: "I think that the gentry is domineering, and even daring to seek rebellion, in the final analysis lies in petting!"

Spoiled?

"Yes, it's just petting."

Zhu Zhanji said: "Da Ming is getting better and better towards the gentry, and they are getting less and less satisfied, so the time to clean up the contributions is actually too late!"

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