First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slowly when he heard the words. The gentry and wealthy households in a few counties dared to defy the imperial court and cover up important criminals, which shows that their eyes are not as rampant as the law of the king.

Zhu Biao knew the result of this matter without thinking. It would be fine if Hu Weiyong ended up. It is understandable for the people below to do anything under the power of the prime minister.

But since Hu Weiyong didn't give an end order, a few small families who are not on the stage have the courage to act like this, rebel without objection, and they should copy and kill all the families to show the world.

"How's Duan's?"

"The letter has been sent, but I guess that before the letter is delivered, Duan Bao should send troops."

"That's the best. After the remnants of the former Yuan Dynasty in Liaodong and Yunnan are pacified, our achievements in this life will be almost complete."

A smile appeared on Zhu Yuanzhang's face. From a monk begging for alms bowls in troubled times, he joined the army as a small soldier with a knife wrapped around his head. He gradually became famous and promoted to a school. A crowd of heroes vying for the throne, making every effort to seek excellence and accept talents.

Build high walls and accumulate food to slowly become king, capture Yingtian and defeat Chen Han, fight Zhang Shicheng to dominate the south of the Yangtze River, proclaim the emperor and establish a country to expel the Hulu and chase north.

At this point, the remnants of the previous dynasties have been completely ended, the territory of the Han and Tang Dynasties has been recovered, the clothes of China have been restored, and the foundation of the family and country has been established.
"Father, what are you talking about? Wanli Pengcheng has just spread his wings. When you are in the prime of life, you still have unfinished business."

Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but cast a sideways glance at his son: "We have finished all our achievements, what are you going to do next? When we get to this point, Emperor Taizu Gao will be a hundred years later, what about you?"

The servants serving in the hall lowered their heads firmly, wanting to kneel down but did not dare to make a sound.

Zhu Biao smiled and walked behind his father, pressed his shoulders and said: "I am not greedy, relying on my father's achievements, I will be content to be a Taiping emperor in the future."

Zhu Yuanzhang hummed: "If you really want to do this, we can't wait for it, hey..."

Speaking of it, it is also a worry of happiness. I look forward to my son's success, but I am also afraid that my son will be too successful. How can I not know that my son has lofty and lofty intentions.

In the future, he will either be able to achieve outstanding achievements like himself, which is counted among the emperors of all dynasties, or he will be ridiculed by future generations after his failure.

Zhu Biao didn't expect his father to be so worried, but after thinking about it, he understood that most of his thoughts recently were spent on Korea, Dongying and Nanyang.

In the eyes of Lao Zhu, it is like his son insisting on staring at the poor neighbor's only dung fork while neglecting his family's foundation of ten thousand acres of fertile land and more than a thousand shops.

Regarding this, Zhu Biao can only say: "My son knows it well, and my father is at ease."

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The Secretary of the Ministry of Criminal Affairs went straight to the Ministry of Criminal Justice after leaving the palace gate, and immediately ordered two Lang officials to join hands with the leaders to set off, not only to capture Pan Fu, but also to take note of all the gentry officials who dared to be involved in the case recently.

As the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment of this dynasty, it is natural that the Holy Majesty is the most familiar with this situation and will deal with it in the end. Originally, he thought the punishment was a bit harsh.

So far, he has suddenly realized that such a rebellious minister and traitor, why should he be punished if he doesn't kill him!

He almost got involved with this official, so what else can he say, he really deserves to die.

In Liyang County, the Pan family in Pan's mansion, dressed in linen and filial piety, was burning paper money in front of the altar, but Nuo Da's house did not have a servant to serve, and no relatives and friends came to express their condolences.

A figure walked into the mansion majesticly, some passers-by looked at each other in amazement but did not dare to say much, and only dared to whisper a few words after walking away quickly with their heads down.

"Sister, I'm back."

The haggard-faced Pan turned around when he heard the sound, stared blankly at the younger brother who was thinking about it day and night, struggled to get up and rushed over, woke up before he could cry a few times, and hurriedly pushed him with his hands and cried: "You still don't know what to do?" What are you doing when you come back, hurry up, Dad, I will take care of the funeral here, don't come back again."

Pan Fu gently held his sister in his arms: "Sister, it's fine, thank you for your hard work."

Pan thumped her younger brother a few times, and then she couldn't help crying anymore: "You evil, you have done great things, and now your family is ruined, what should I do?"

"You are a married woman, and the blame for the Pan family's crimes does not fall on you. Sister, you can live in peace in the future, and don't worry about it anymore."

Pan raised her head with red eyes: "Mother left early, and father left too. If you are not here, how can I survive as a woman?"

Pan Fu's eyes flashed sharply when he heard the words: "That person dares to divorce you? Hehe, how bold you are."

All kinds of vicious methods flashed in an instant, he has reached this point, it is so easy to drag people to be buried with him, there is really no taboo.

But I couldn't help but feel sad from my heart, it's easy to kill and destroy a family, but it's hard to keep my sister from it, especially after his death, if there is another turmoil in her sister's life, what can he do?
No family, no blood brothers, a family of women, even if they have tens of millions of net worth, so what, they will just let others slaughter them.

"Father brother, sister is not afraid of this matter. You have hope if you are alive, and you must live. If you can come to see me, there must be a way, right?"

Pan Fu looked at her apologetically and said: "If you escape for a while, you will not escape for a lifetime. Those people are held by me, but they are weak in the end. When the court exerts its strength, that is when I was caught."

"I'm here to see you for the last time."

Pan's tears couldn't stop flowing, but she tried her best to force a smile on her face: "Okay, besides Sister, who else can you see again, Sister also misses you, it would be great to see you again."

Pan Fu knelt down slowly: "Whether I am a father or not, in order to enjoy wealth and honor, I have done countless evils. It is not a pity to have this retribution, but it has hurt you."

"As a family, we share weal and woe with wealth and wealth. If there is retribution, I should have a part of it. My sister is not wronged either."

But this is true, as Pan's only daughter, she has been the apple of the eye since she was a child, and her food and clothing expenses are more than one level higher than Pan Fu's, and even the young ladies of the prefect's family can't compare.

When they got married, they took away nearly half of the Pan family's property, and both Master Pan and Pan Fu were willing.

Pan wiped her tears with her white sleeve: "You stay with dad first, I'll get you some food, I think you're hungry too."

"it is good."

After Mrs. Pan left, Pan Fu looked at his father's spirit seat and said, "Father, Zhao Zhen and Jiang Shiru have already been dragged into the water by his son. It's too late for them to withdraw at this time, and the son has only one last step left."

"Originally, according to your explanation, in order to leave a way for my sister to survive, I shouldn't go to the lord's idea, but now my son sees that without you and my protection, she is a woman, and even if she lives, it will be difficult. It's like going home."

He took out a small porcelain bottle from his bosom and shook it slightly. Inside was the poison prepared for himself, in case Zhao Zhen and others conspired and tortured him, the potency was so strong that he would vomit blood and die in just a few moments.

Half an hour later, Pan Fu staggered out of the mansion with a mournful expression on his face. The guards who were watching rushed forward to encircle him, but he was immediately thrown down by the people around him. A group of young men rushed out from the side of the street to cover Pan Fu disappeared.

The new county magistrate, who arrived in a hurry, kept yelling and yelling, and people asked Mrs. Pan to come out for questioning, but they only heard the terrified screams of the county magistrate. When everyone entered, they saw Mrs. Pan lying on his back in front of the mourning hall, with neat clothes and hands folded on his stomach , his face was blue and black, his lips were purple, like a ghost.

"What a vicious beast!"

"It's probably because he was afraid that his elder sister would reveal his whereabouts, so he did it. It's worse than a beast!"

"Okay, you dare to scold Pan Fu, be careful that he will look for you tonight."

Pan Fu used to have a notorious reputation for stopping crying in Liyang, but now he even murdered his own sister. It can be seen that he is such a vicious person, and the guards trembled a few times.

"How long has it been? I haven't caught Pan Fu yet, and the people from Beijing are nothing special. I thought the master of the Ministry of Punishment was very capable."

The magistrate of Liyang made a dark face and asked Wu Zuo to come for an autopsy, and sent someone to Pan's husband's family. It was up to them how to deal with the dead body in the end.

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