Alliance of the Heavens and Ming Dynasty

Chapter 60 Attack on Confucian Mansion

"Go back and get ready. After seven days, we will take you to Zhu Yunqi's world."

Lao Zhu said to everyone that he didn't want to deal with Chongzhen's mess for the time being.

Things have to be resolved one by one, otherwise it will only become more and more chaotic.

"How can a fourth uncle let the elder nephew's matter go unnoticed, just leave it to us."

Zhu Di had a smirk on his face, he was always interested in things that could make things difficult for Zhu Yunqi.

"Listen to Grandpa."

Everyone nodded, Lao Zhu had already spoken, who dared to object.

Afterwards, everyone dispersed, only Zhu Houcong's family was left staring at each other. No one could have imagined that after them, Daming would gradually decay and decline until it became more and more out of control.

They didn't feel that Daming's downfall was their own fault, and everything must be caused by treachery. After they returned, they stepped up to deal with it.

Except Chongzhen Zhu Youjian and Taichang Zhu Changluo, Jiajing, Longqing, Wanli, Tianqi, it is not difficult to deal with several people, and some people are willing to be the knife in their hands!

As for who is a traitor, then the benevolent see benevolence, and the wise see wisdom!

I just handed over the manufacturing blueprints of the Daming Treasure Ship to Wang Yangming, and asked Wang Yangming to find someone to be responsible for the research and manufacture. Before Zhu Houzhao could rest for a while, the bad news came again!

"My lord, something is wrong. A large number of literati gathered outside the gate of the palace, demanding that the lord cancel the reform and severely punish Wang Yangming."

Liu Jin ran in in a panic. He felt that this time there was going to be a big trouble. Scholars gathered outside the gate of the palace. What is the difference from forcing the palace?
"court death!"

Zhu Houzhao was furious, and he immediately thought that there must be someone playing tricks, entangled with the literati to force the palace, one of the signature methods of the civil servants of the Ming Dynasty, and he was very familiar with it.

"A bunch of brainless bastards."

While being furious, he couldn't help feeling extremely troubled by the literati gathered outside the palace gate. How many times did he suppress the group of scholars overtly and secretly?

Or do they think that with their passion, they can change the general situation of the court.

Most of the people who can be used by the civil official group are fledgling young people who are full of enthusiasm, but they don't have much self-judgment, so they are extremely easy to be used by others.

Nine out of ten such scholars are angry youths, who still have a certain degree of loyalty to the country. Although their actions are exploited by others, they still have a good heart. For this kind of scholars, they cannot be killed or arrested, which is extremely troublesome.

Once it gets tough and is used by someone with a heart, the consequences cannot be calmed down simply.

Civilian groups have always been proficient in controlling the direction of public opinion and the general trend of people's hearts. Zhu Houzhao didn't think that the last time he used public opinion to kill a group of officials, the civil official group would give up their old business.

"Let Gu Dayong guard the gate of the palace for me, neither killing a person nor allowing a scholar to break into the palace."

Zhu Houzhao quickly made a decision. The angry young scholar who was being used by the civil official group could not move. If he wanted to solve this trouble, he had to use some extraordinary means!

"Pass a letter to Qiu Ju and ask him to find that old guy in the Confucius Mansion. I allow him to use any means."

Originally, he didn't want to take action against the Kong family for the time being, but the situation was such that only the Kong family, a descendant of a sage, could perfectly resolve this scholar's coercion.

"Yes."

Liu Jin hurriedly drafted a letter.

"Come with us!"

After receiving the letter, Qiu Ju didn't dare to delay for a moment, and immediately led his subordinates to kill Confucius.

The Confucian Mansion is called the descendant of a saint, and the head of the Confucian family is the hereditary Yan Shenggong, but in fact the Confucian Mansion is just a symbol, a symbol of the status and respect of the scholars. Although the influence is great, the strength is mediocre. It is easy to control the entire Confucian Mansion.

"Qiu Ju, you dead eunuch, how dare you trespass into the Confucian mansion and blaspheme the glory of the sage, this old man must play the Son of Heaven and cut you into pieces."

Even though he was a prisoner, Kong Wenshao, the contemporary Yan Shenggong, still had nothing to fear, and yelled at Qiu Ju. He was a direct descendant of a sage, the 61st generation grandson of Confucius, and he didn't believe that Qiu Ju dared to do anything to him!
"Ha ha ha ha."

Qiu Ju let out an extremely cold and perverted laugh, and looked at Kong Wenshao as if he was looking at a fool. Without the emperor's order, he dared to attack Kong Wenshao.

I have been at ease for a long time, and even my brain is not working!
"Yan Shenggong, do you think you can scare our family by taking the Son of Heaven?"

Qiu Ju pinched his orchid fingers, his posture was extremely seductive, his face was full of smiles, but his eyes were extremely cold.

"I advise you not to make mistakes."

Although Qiu Ju's strange appearance made him a little scared, Kong Wenshao was Yan Shenggong who had seen big scenes after all, and he was still strong and proud, so he would not be intimidated by Qiu Ju's servant.

"Is it!"

Qiu Ju smiled even more coldly and evilly, and then pulled out a fine steel soft sword from his waist, and with one blow, he directly killed Kong Wenshao's cousin.

"what"

Blood splashed on Kong Wenshao's body, and the pungent smell of blood almost scared the contemporary Yan Shenggong to pee. He has never seen such a bloody and violent scene when he was always pampered.

Tremblingly wiping the blood off his face with a handkerchief, he still threatened Qiu Ju: "You're done, you're done, I'm going to play the Son of Heaven and kill you all over the house."

Although Qiu Ju is an eunuch, no one has any relatives, relatives or friends in this world, but Qiu Ju's relatives and friends still can't scare Qiu Ju, the imperial power franchise, and Yan Shenggong are useless.

嗖

Another sword thrust out, the speed of the sword was like a phantom, the light of the sword flashed, and the head fell to the ground, this time it was Kong Wenshao's own younger brother who died.

"Yan Shenggong, do you still want to threaten our family?"

Qiu Ju said mockingly, Kong Wenshao was terrified by the bleeding sword.

Whether he can let the emperor kill Qiu Ju is still unknown, but Qiu Ju can kill his Kong family now.

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Kong Wenshao asked desperately, he decided to compromise, he can kill Qiu Ju anytime, there is no need to fight Qiu Ju to the end.

The Confucian Mansion is a descendant of a noble saint, so it is really not worthwhile to die with Qiu Ju, a useless eunuch.

In fact, Qiu Ju didn't want to really slaughter the Kong family. Even if he could use the guise of being a bandit to exterminate the family afterwards, he didn't want to take risks. After all, paper can't cover fire. , he is definitely not having a good time.

Moreover, the living Kong family is more valuable than the dead Kong family.

"The emperor is going all out to reform the law, Lord Yan Sheng knows about it!"

"Know, know!"

Kong Wenshao answered quickly, fearing that the answer would be late, Qiu Ju sent away one of his close relatives with a sword, he is a very conservative person, and he doesn't want to see bloodshed.

"I don't know what Yan Shenggong thinks about this?"

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Kong Wenshao was stunned for a moment. What can he think? Although he has the hereditary title of Duke Yansheng, he has no real power in his hands. He is just a mascot whose only purpose is to be responsible for offering sacrifices to Confucius and helping scholars from time to time. To talk, to show off his sense of presence, even if he wanted to participate in the court reform, he couldn't find a way.

None of the disciples and grandchildren of Confucius asked him to speak for his help. He couldn't have the cheek to run to the capital, how embarrassing it would be!
(End of this chapter)