General Constitution of Ming Dynasty

Chapter 42
Ning Jue waited outside Chengtian Gate all night.

Gao Zhong also thoughtfully prepared a cushion for Ning Jue.

In the early morning of the next day, not only did the people on the banks of the Waijinshui River not decrease, but they gathered more and more.

People in Dongcheng and Nancheng must pass Yansong's mansion to go to Waijinshuihe.

Before going to Jinshuihe, many people took their rotten fish, rotten shrimp and pickled vegetable jars with them.

When passing by the gate of Yan's house, someone would throw something towards the gate of Yan's house while people were not paying attention.

Gradually, there are not only people from Dongcheng and Beicheng, but even people from Xicheng and Nancheng will take a long detour before going to see the excitement, first "passing by" at the gate of Yan's house before going to Jinshuihe.

After all, they have come, they have come so far, and they are not short of two steps.

From early in the morning, Yan Shifan's only remaining eye stared at the gate of his house with red eyes.

Holding a knife in his hand, he kept wandering in the front hall. If Yan Song hadn't pulled him, Yan Shifan would have killed him long ago.

Under Chengtian's gate, Zhu Xizhong could not stop wandering in front of the gate.

"Confused, brother Ning Xian! You are also bastards. You only informed us of such a big matter this morning!"

"Last night, it was so windy!"

Zhu Xizhong couldn't help but cursed Ti Wei around him.

Ti Wei, who was guarding the Chengtian Gate, also showed embarrassment.

"Grandpa, it's okay, there are quite a lot of clothes in Ning Bingxian's cage, and Chen Shi only put away the cloak."

Only then did Zhu Xizhong heave a sigh of relief, and then he looked at Ning Jue "kneeling" under the Chengtian gate in the distance, and couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"That's not going to work. If you kneel down like this, you won't be able to stand it even if you have a cushion!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Xizhong couldn't bear it anymore, and immediately wanted to walk towards Ning Jue.

Ti Wei hurriedly spoke.

"Grandfather..."

Zhu Xizhong turned around and scolded.

"That's our brother who was married to Jinlan, why don't we take a look at it? If Junfu wants to kill him, there must be someone who collects the corpse!"

Na Tiwei, who was following Zhu Xizhong, hesitated to speak, so he had to follow Zhu Xizhong and walked towards Ning Jue.

As the distance gets closer.

Zhu Xizhong suddenly heard a snoring sound coming from a distance.

Zhu Xizhong, who had already walked to Ning Jue's side, couldn't help but froze.

Ti Wei suppressed his voice, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said: "Grandpa, this is how Ning Bingxian slept last night... the little ones admire it too."

The corner of Zhu Xizhong's mouth obviously twitched slightly.

Then he retreated towards the Chengtian Gate behind him.

After retreating a few steps, Zhu Xizhong gathered the guards over.

"Listen up, Brother Ning Xian just knelt here all night and never slept, do you know?"

"You guys know, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Xizhong took out a bag of loose silver from his pocket and stuffed it to the surrounding people.

"Take it to drink."

Seeing Yin Zi, Ti Wei immediately burst into smiles.

It didn't take long for Zhu Xizhong to be happy.

Then I heard a long "hum" sound not far away.

The entire Chengtian Gate was surrounded by walls on three sides, the sound was amplified by the city walls, although it was not loud, the surrounding Ti Wei could hear it clearly.

Zhu Xizhong's face darkened, and he took out two bags of loose silver taels from his sleeve.

Pointing to the Tiweis behind him, he said, "There are also those brothers in the back, all divided."

"Success, thank you, Grandpa, for the reward."

The entire Chengtianmen's Ti Wei's face was filled with joy.

If Ning Jue knew what Zhu Xizhong was doing now, he might come over with a knife and fight this idiot with all his might.

Naturally, the people on the banks of the Waijinshui River couldn't hear these voices.

Many people looked at the little black spot in the distance with red eyes.

"Ning Bingxian knelt on his knees all night long!"

"The state has admonishing ministers, the world is very fortunate, and the Ming Dynasty is very fortunate!"

"No matter which bastard Ning Bingxian is impeaching, I will believe it! Even if Ning Bingxian scolds me, it must be my fault!"

"..."

More and more people were watching outside, accompanied by a gust of cold wind whistling past.

Ning Jue's body also trembled, and his cry became quieter.

But Ning Jue was still unwilling to open his eyes.

The main thing is that there is nothing wrong with waking up, it is better to sleep again.

Outside the Jinshui River, some people finally couldn't help it anymore, gradually people began to try to walk in the direction of Ning Jue, and of course they were stopped by Ti Wei who was guarding outside the Chengtian Gate.

And those Tiwei who stopped the people were blocking, but each of them lowered their heads with a little guilt.

They were originally a kind of people, living at the bottom of the empire.

They don't know what the people above are fighting with knives, and whether the outcome will be good or bad for them.

But this does not prevent the kindness in their hearts from existing.

In the eyes of the kings and courtiers above the temple, this goodness and the evil formed by its opposition are the waters of the rushing and meandering Yellow River.

If it is governed, the weather will be smooth, and if it is abused, the country will collapse, and even the people will be under the cover of oppression.

"We want to see your father!"

Finally someone yelled the first sound.

Immediately, the voice became louder and louder, and those Ti Wei who blocked the people finally let go of the hands that blocked the people.

This has been blocked for an hour, I'm sorry for Mr. Yan Ge's salary!

The people who rushed outside the Chengtian Gate included young guys, middle-aged people, and old people who were leaning on dove sticks bestowed by the imperial court.

The Taizu of the State Dynasty had a system. Anyone who was over seventy years old, regardless of gender, was given a first-class title, a dove stick, and did not kneel when seeing an official. Those who were over eighty years old were given five catties of rice and meat and three catties of wine every month. Those who are filial piety are given titles, dove sticks, rice meat wine, and don't kneel when they see officials. However, the overall records of imperial edicts for longevity officials are rather confusing. The last imperial edict for longevity officials was in the 34th year of Wanli. The most recent time in the article to confer longevity officials was in the 20th year of Jiajing, and the old Taoist was actually the emperor who bestowed longevity officials the most times in the Ming Dynasty, and they were conferred eight times in the first 20 years of Jiajing.

Most of them knelt directly behind Ning Jue.

"Where is your father, does your father know what happened to Ning Bingxian?"

An old man leaned on a dove stick and questioned Zhu Xizhong, who was under the Chengtian sect.

Many people have already made a bold guess.

That is, Jiajing didn't even know about these things that happened in the court.

There are traitors blocking the way of speech!
Zhu Xizhong looked at the old man at a loss, and his heart couldn't help but run wild.

I just looked at the gate, where would I know where to go?

Hearing the sound of heads rushing behind him, Ning Jue finally opened his eyes slowly, and after wiping the saliva from the corners of his mouth, Ning Jue turned his head away with a blank expression.

When you see the people behind you.

The blank look on Ning Jue's face turned into bewilderment.

What's going on here?

Everyone in the city knows, Jiajing hasn't killed me yet?
You really don't care about your reputation at all, and you want to correct it after going all out?
The old Taoist finally has self-knowledge?Want to work hard?

It's just that Ning Jue always has an ominous premonition.

It seems that the initiative in this matter is no longer in my hands...

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