General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 137
When he saw the edict issued by the clan mansion, Xu Jie realized that something was wrong.

Although he still couldn't guess Jiajing's purpose, Xu Jie could clearly feel that Jiajing was in control of the whole thing from beginning to end.

A big word "Danger" appeared in Xu Jie's mind.

"Old Yan Ge, Mr. Xu's illness has been getting worse since yesterday, and he wants to take a few days off work. Please take care of the affairs of the court, Mr. Yan Ge and Mr. Xiao Ge!"

Yan Song, holding the playbook in his hand, raised his head and smiled suddenly.

"Zisheng, you are still young, you need to recuperate your body. I know a folk remedy. Although it can't cure the disease, it can alleviate it. Would you like to try it, Zisheng?"

Xu Jie couldn't refuse, so he had to agree.

"I also ask Mr. Yan Ge to show me."

Yan Song let out a long breath, clicked his tongue and said: "This head disease needs to be treated with heart medicine."

"Please tell the old man clearly."

Yan Song tapped the desk in front of him inscrutablely.

"Heart medicine is nothing more than refreshing your heart. How to refresh your heart? Only you, Zisheng, know."

Xu Jie was polite on the surface.

But in my heart I couldn't help scolding "nonsense".

"Haha, Zisheng is afraid that he is scolding me for talking nonsense?"

"Xu dare not."

Yan Song said leisurely: "This is human nature. Although the old man doesn't know why Zisheng is bothered, but the old man knows that there is something, and we all know that we have no choice, so why do you want to do so much?"

Speaking of this, Yan Song's voice paused, and then continued to sigh with emotion: "People's heart disease, nine out of ten, stems from this."

Xu Jie's expression froze.

Yan Song laughed again: "Talking about experience, the old man is lying, so let Zisheng listen to it."

Both are vixen spirits who have been around for thousands of years, and if you take apart their minds and weigh them, there is only half a catty difference between them.

The only difference is that Yan Song knows that he has no choice, so Yan Song doesn't worry about many things at all.

After listening to Yan Song's words, Xu Jie sat back down.

"Huh? Zisheng is...?"

"Hearing the old man Yan Ge's words, Xu has come to his senses."

"Since we live on the king's salary, we should serve the king's affairs. If the king's affairs are not served, how can Xu's heart disease be cured?"

The two smiled at each other.

Wang Shizhen and the others were very emotional, whoever dares to speak for the patriarchal clan right now would be an enemy of the world.

The emperor seems to be conservative on the surface, but in fact he is determined to reform.

If Xu Jie hides this meeting, he will be offended at both ends. This is a trap that Jiajing tailor-made for Xu Jie.

There is a big difference between jumping off with dignity and being pushed down by the emperor.
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"You gangsters still dare to let Gu enter the capital? When you enter the capital, you will play the Son of Heaven, and none of you will survive!"

"Hahaha, why is this boat so slow? Tell the boatman to go faster! Go faster!"

"..."

On the water post back to Beijing, Ning Jue looked at Zhu Dianmao who was locked in the cabin with a dignified expression.

This guy simply deserved it, hitting the muzzle head-on.

But after all, he has been kept in captivity for half his life, and his psychology has been completely distorted.

He himself was a victim of this weird patriarchal system.

Ning Jue could also roughly see that this guy was not prepared to really do anything to him from the beginning to the end.

Some people knew about his temperament, so they made a game out of him.

This game is far from over, it's just that Qingliu has run out of chess pieces, and it's Jiajing's turn to use them.

Thinking of this, Ning Jue became more and more resentful.

TNND, I let you play chess!
Ning Jue got up and walked towards the boathouse where King Yi was being held.

"Ning Bingxian, according to the system, you are a foreign minister, and you are not allowed to interrogate your clan relatives."

"Who told you that I'm going to interrogate His Highness? I want to avenge His Highness King Yi!"

Ning Jue's words stunned the little servant.

Avenge?

Isn't this what you did?

Ning Jue stepped forward and pushed open the hatch where King Yi was being held.

Zhu Dianmao, who was standing by the window just now and scolding, couldn't be bothered anymore, so he went back to the cabin and sat down, casually ordering the servant who came from Beijing: "Get out and comb Gu's hair."

The servant also lightly stepped forward, picked up a wooden comb and combed Zhu Dian's hair.

Zhu Dianmao raised his legs seemingly inadvertently.

"Do you know that there are grievances?"

"Your Highness, please tell me one by one. The minister is good to avenge His Highness's grievance."

"Zhao Gui colluded with Shi Baoshan and threw you into the tiger's ring. You know about this. He dutifully pardoned and cheated and opened the Yu family and killed them alone. How can it be considered treason?"

Ning Jue immediately took out a pen and paper: "Your Highness, the emperor doesn't know about these things. You were impeached for setting up the East Factory, hiding firearms, and poisoning the gentry. Is it true?"

"It's true, why isn't it true? Did the ancestors say that the East Factory should not be isolated?"

Ning Jue was silent.

Zhu Yuanzhang didn't have Dongchang when he was alive!
"Did Emperor Cheng Zuwen say that the East Factory would not be allowed to be isolated?"

With a dark face, Ning Jue exchanged a glance with the servant.

The servant had no choice but to bow his head: "Bingxian, it's true that the ancestor's precepts didn't say anything, and neither did Emperor Wen..."

nonsense.

Who would have thought that a vassal king could set up the East Factory in the fief without any problems.

Back in Nanchang, King Ning had a relationship with the imperial court, but no one was appointed as the admiral of the East Factory!

Ning Jue had no choice but to cross out the item "Privately set up the East Factory".

"The General Cannon, where did you get it?"

When mentioning this cannon, Zhu Dianmao's chest straightened even more, and he even said proudly: "I got it from the school yard outside the city."

"Qiu Cao of the previous year, I practiced the army according to the training of my ancestors alone. I was very happy to see this cannon. I led the two of them and dragged them back to the royal city."

"Isn't this stealing?"

"It's a joke! Gu is under the seal of the state, and the great general Pao is already dispatched by Gui Gu, so how can it be considered stealing?"

The servant next to him also had a wry smile on his face.

After all, in name, Zhu Dianmao is indeed the highest military officer in Luoyang!

He just doesn't have three guards.

This is not disobeying the ancestral precepts, this is the whole person standing in the blind spot of the ancestral precepts.

Ning Jue looked at Zhu Dianmao angrily and asked the servant: "Paste the window with the imperial decree, didn't these ancestors say it?!"

The servant hurriedly said: "Ning Bingxian, don't worry, the ancestors have said that this is disrespectful."

Ning Jue gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "Okay! Then start to avenge this matter! Who tricked His Highness to paste the imperial decree on the window?"

Zhu Dianma casually picked up the teacup and said:

"Oh, there is no grievance in this matter, it is done alone."

As soon as Zhu Dianma finished speaking, Ning Jue almost spat out a mouthful of old blood.

Seeing Ning Jue's unfriendly eyes, Zhu Dianmao said helplessly, "Gu is also expressing his feelings."

"How do you feel?"

When this matter was mentioned, Zhu Dianma became angry instead.

"Isn't the imperial decree an obstacle?"

"Liu Wentai is a quack doctor who promoted the longevity of the two pilgrims. Even an inch of knives is not enough to pay, and he was saved from death."

"Emperor Wu Zong fought on the battlefield, fell into the water in his prime, came out of the water, and died immediately."

"In the middle of the night, a bold palace official sneaked into the forbidden area and assassinated the current emperor."

"Since Tumubao, has my Zhu family had an emperor who died well?"

"This decree, what is it if it is not a barrier?"

The servant next to Zhu Dianmao turned pale when he heard this.

"Your Highness, be careful."

"Be careful with your *head!" Zhu Dianli kicked the servant and kicked the servant out of the cabin.

"This world belongs to my Zhu family! Not those rotten scholars!"

Just because the imperial court raised these vassal kings as pigs does not mean that these captive vassal kings are really pigs.

Every day was monitored by the officials of the palace.

It is human nature to judge others by oneself, and the things in the past few dynasties are outrageous, so it is hard for them not to think too much.

"Ning Kezhong, did Gu let you go? Aren't you going to avenge Gu?"

"You don't blame me for stretching the wool for you?!"

"Bang!" Ning Jue slammed the door of the room.

Zhu Dianmao looked at the servant in a daze.

"Is he still angry? Why is he angry?! These civil servants just don't have a good thing!"

The servant smiled awkwardly.

"Your Highness, you have tea, you have tea..."

Just when Ning Jue brought Zhu Dianmao into Beijing, letters sent in the name of Jing Shanhou, Consort Duwei, and Zongren Ling Cui Yuan were quickly delivered to the clansmen of various feudal clans who had entered Beijing.

The content of the letter is full of urgency, urging people from various sects to enter the capital, but they don't say what's going on, as if they are deliberately trying to draw people's imaginations.

The sects of the feudal vassals did not dare to procrastinate now, wishing they could rush to the capital in a starry night.

Because Cui Yuan is from Jiajing.

This letter seemed to be sent in the name of Cui Yuan, but it was actually a letter from Jiajing to them.

It is also because of this letter.

All kinds of rumors and shady stories that were originally circulated in the various vassals were gradually gathered at the post stations and water post stations leading to the capital.

These rumors are true and false, some are fictitious and some are real.

The most eye-catching thing is naturally the hundreds of Hanlins who were killed outside the Meridian Gate.

What Yi Wang is lawless.

In their eyes, this matter has long been regarded as a big hat put on their heads by scholar-bureaucrats.

This group of scholar-bureaucrats is here to bully the Zhu family!
Isn't that bullying honest people? !
"Uncle Wang, these literati are rushing to abolish our Zhu family's feudal clans this time! Your Majesty is probably forced to call us to the capital because of his desperation."

"More than 100 people, if you want me to say, all of them will be shot and pulled down! It's nothing more than that we will accompany His Majesty to fight the world again! Back then Emperor Gao was not afraid of being alone, but what are we afraid of with so many vassals now?"

On the waterway of the canal, several royal relatives of Tang Mansion, Zhou Mansion, and Zhao Mansion were discussing endlessly.

Only a 14-year-old boy heard the words and got up.

"Dear imperial relatives, right now, you should go to Beijing first, investigate clearly before making a conclusion."

Although the young man is young, he is a real son of Zheng Shi.

After the young man said this, these clan members also shut their mouths one after another.

"Does your Highness have a sign?"

"Uncle Zhesha, according to the ancestral precepts, when entering the house, he only talks about family rituals, and his nephew's cousin is Boqin."

Although Zhu Zaiyu (yù) in the Beijing newspaper delivered to the palace every month can see that the situation in the court is not like these clansmen's guessing out of thin air, but Zhu Zaiyu can also feel that after his own change, the undercurrent in the temple is about to jump out of the water.

Even their clansmen, who have been hiding for a hundred years, have been involved in this turmoil.

Zhu Zaiyu knew that going to the capital was extremely dangerous, but his surname was Zhu after all.

The king of seven speeches, proficient in astronomy, geography, mathematics, and temperament, is regarded by Westerners as an oriental sage who influenced the Renaissance.

Entered Beijing.

(End of this chapter)