Ming Dynasty, starting from the empty seal case

Chapter 17 Three questions!

A quarter of an hour ago.

Fengtian Temple.

The screams outside are actually difficult to hear here.

But maybe that's why.

Tension and fear permeate everyone's heart.

Logically speaking, they should go to court at this time, but Zhu Yuanzhang didn't speak, and they didn't dare to move at all.

This almost lifeless environment can almost drive people crazy!

All the officials from the Ministry of Revenue wiped away their cold sweat. They couldn't bear it anymore and almost fell to the ground because their legs were weak. Fortunately, they were afraid of being noticed by His Majesty, so they managed to hold on.

Everyone knows it.

The longer time passes, the more people die.

You must know that just before going to court, they thought that the Holy Emperor only made thunder and no rain.

Now that I think about it, how ridiculous it is!

but.

To be honest, according to Baiguan's opinion, it is correct.

It is impossible for your Majesty to be unaware of the "helpless situation" caused by the empty seal case before tax and grain collection.

It’s not that the people below are deliberately deceiving, it’s just that they have to!
  In the eyes of everyone, these were just the words of the Holy One vented out of anger.

Even in order not to damage the majesty of the Holy One.

Several ministers even "thoughtfully" suggested changes in the astrology.

The words of the Nine-Five Lord are once spoken and cannot be taken back.

But God's warning always allows His Majesty to stop at the right time without compromising his "majesty".

However, the current result is the most ruthless response to them.

They couldn't figure it out.

In other words, besides being frightened, there is also the biggest doubt.

And that memorial is the answer!

This case was deliberately planned by His Majesty!

The Holy Spirit had such a big reaction, which just shows that what the memorial said was right.

and so……

That memorial, what was written after that?
  Su Guiyuan?
  Ninth grade inspection?
  At this moment, it was difficult for Baiguan to forget this name.

……

And at this moment...

"His Majesty!"

Mao Xiang returned soon.

"You found it out so quickly?" Zhu Yuanzhang looked directly and glanced at the memorial from the corner of his eye.

"Return to your Majesty." Mao Xiang didn't seem to know how to answer.

"According to my subordinates, from the beginning to the end of last night, there was a family of three in Su Guiyuan's home. They stayed outside all night, and no one came in or out of the small courtyard. The next day, when the memorial was being collected... it was..."

"What is it?" Zhu Yuanzhang frowned.

"Did the children in his family give it to Su Guiyuan, and then Su Guiyuan gave it to them?"

"Huh?" Zhu Yuanzhang narrowed his eyes.

"And..." Mao Xiang said anxiously.

"Say what you have to say. Let's finish it together. Don't keep us appetized."

Mao Xiang hurriedly said: "Su Guiyuan has been inspecting the school for the past five years. The family of three relies on his salary, which is just enough to fill their stomachs."

"Furthermore, this memorial is written from the identity of a ninth-grade inspector. There is no guarantee that His Majesty will be able to see it with his own eyes. If someone really instigates it, it should be a memorial from a court official."

During the Hongwu period, the salaries of officials were not much, and the salaries of the nine-level inspectors were even less. Sometimes they even used some "tea" or "cloth" taken back by the court as annual salary.

This is all because most of the expenditures were on the military expenses of the Northern Expedition.

It can be regarded as a clear account that everyone knows clearly.

And what Mao Xiang meant when he said this was also very simple.

From beginning to end, there is a small courtyard and a family of three.

In five years, there was no promotion in the position and no wealth in the family.

If you want to say that there are people behind them, this really doesn't make sense.

And how could Zhu Yuanzhang not know?

From the inspection just now to the answer given by the head of the household department, the clues are actually very clear.

I asked Mao Xiang to check, just to see if there was anything wrong.

but now.

The facts are before us.

But because of this, Zhu Yuanzhang felt more and more absurd.

"Hmph! Could it be that this was really written by that six-year-old kid?"

"What a joke! Even if you were in power, you might not be able to say this!"

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand.

The closer we look, the more absurd this fact becomes.

For a six-year-old child to write a memorial to us is already a wonder in the world.

Now he also said some "irrelevant" words, which almost made hundreds of officials find out.

It’s all the fault of the Heavenly Supervisor, who insisted on talking about the changes in the astrology!
  If not, how could there be such a weird thing?

If we find a chance, we have to deal with them!

Do you like to be the mouthpiece of hundreds of officials?

That's seizing the opportunity to blow the wind behind your back.

Zhu Yuanzhang cursed secretly in his heart.

Suddenly something occurred to him and he looked directly at Mao Xiang.

"Where's Su Guiyuan?"

Mao Xiang said quickly: "Su Guiyuan was taken to the Meridian Gate and beheaded today...I'm afraid..." He saw Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes widening.

Mao Xiang reacted quickly, "I'm going to see you now..."

……

"cut!"

Outside the Meridian Gate.

As Su Guiyuan's mind, scenes from the past emerged.

He also seemed to be trapped in a kind of self-doubt.

His heart seemed to be roaring over and over again at his past self.

When he finally raised his head.

It was the butcher knife stained with blood.

laugh!
  The butcher knife falls!

Su Guiyuan clearly felt that he had been chopped to pieces.

He even turned his head and saw the head of his boss Li Xie next to him.

Falling roundly to the ground.

Blood splashed into his eyes...

He blinked subconsciously.

When he opened his eyes, he found that the eyes on Li Xie's head were looking at him.

There seems to be a trace of absurdity left in his eyes? Shock? Unbelievable?
  Su Guiyuan could no longer tell what kind of emotion it was.

His mind was a mess at the moment!
  Then he looked up.

His eyes were empty and blank, and he looked at a man standing next to him, dressed in a brocade python suit. At this moment, he raised the blade in his hand to block the "butcher's knife" that was supposed to fall on his head!
  Su Guiyuan's figure was sluggish.

I'm not dead!
  "Captain!"

At the same time, the executioner next to him moved very quickly. He quickly knelt down on one knee and shouted respectfully.

"The Holy One has decreed that Su Guiyuan enters the palace!"

"Get up, the Holy One has something to ask you."

After Mao Xiang finished speaking, he walked straight forward.

Su Guiyuan was still stunned on the spot, unable to react for a long time.

But his body stood up stiffly and uncontrollably.

Immediately took two steps away.

Turned around again.

He looked at where he was waiting to die, and then at Li Xie's round head.

One died.

One is alive!
  Su Guiyuan's pupils shrank, he guessed what was going on.

The heart that had been dead due to anger and despair just now seemed to be beating again.

He thought of his son.

That memorial!

Mao Xiang noticed his pause and said indifferently:

"Follow, don't miss it. If you die sooner or later, you will die. If you really died under that knife, some things will be unclear. But you didn't die. Maybe you are more unlucky than him!"

"It's so courageous to replace the memorial!"

Su Guiyuan clenched his fists tightly.

After seeing so many people being beheaded, I thought about all the things I had gone through, and it seemed that all my previous concepts fell apart under that butcher's knife.

Survival?

Do not!
  He has already died once!

But in exchange for it.

He heard Mao Xiang's words very clearly, but they were his son's "danger!"

Absolutely not!

He was excited, but he could only follow Mao Xiang and walk forward step by step.

Enter the Meridian Gate from the two axillary gates on the left and right, and then enter the Fengtian Gate!
  I do not know how long it has been.

at last.

Mao Xiang paused.

But Su Guiyuan's eyes were scanning the surroundings. He had never been here before.

What's standing outside the door here seems to be a dream that was once out of reach for him.

"A quarter of an hour, one thousand nine hundred and fifty steps!"

he muttered to himself.

Mao Xiang glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.

He just looked forward and said loudly:

"Your Majesty, bring Su Guiyuan!"

In the main hall, almost all the high-level officials of the Ming Dynasty are here.

But the needle drop can be heard.

Not long after, Zhu Yuanzhang's voice slowly sounded.

"Su Guiyuan, I only want to ask you three questions!"

Mao Xiang looked to his side.

Su Guiyuan's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes were lowered.

"First, who wrote this memorial?"

"Second, what is the first sentence in this memorial?"

"Third, what do you want to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Yuanzhang's voice sounded again.

"Don't be in a hurry. Think carefully before answering. The questions are very simple."

"But if you say one wrong word, you will die!"

(End of this chapter)