The decision-making power does not lie with Nantianmen at all. In fact, when the Governor-General of Nantianmen received the report from the merchants, he immediately responded and sent 200 officers and soldiers to Surabaya on a fast boat to protect the overseas Chinese, and at the same time robbed the native city lord of Surabaya. Report the killing of Ming merchants to the court.

While the clipper delivering the letter was still on its way, a new storm was brewing in Nanjing, thousands of miles away.

In late October of the second year of Qian Sheng, Nanjing already showed a bit of the chill of early winter. After a winter rain, the streets were deserted. The same was true in the public residence on the south campus of Zhonghe Street outside Zhengyangmen. At this time Most of the junior officials of various ministries who live here are in the yamen.

But there are also a few people at home.

Glancing at a copy of "Huang Ming Times" on the table.

"...the proposal of Tang Fan to move overseas?"

Chen Zizhuang raised his eyes and looked at Kuang Lu, and said in a deep voice.

"You leaked this!"

Today's Ming Dynasty is different from the Ming Dynasty in the past. In the past, the Ming Dynasty court had no secrets at all. Not only low-level officials and scribes would sell secret memorials to tabloids for money, but also cabinet ministers had no sense of confidentiality. Now the Ming Dynasty has no secrets. There are special laws and regulations, and the most serious crime of leaking secrets can be punished by the Nine Clans.

"That's right!"

Kuang Lu said softly while stroking the strings of the piano.

"With my current temperament, if he insists on having his own way, how can you stop him? Therefore, I can only rely on the public opinion of the world to stop His Majesty from going his own way!"

Kuang Lu, known as one of the "Three Great Masters of Lingnan", had a wild and unruly personality just like the scholars of the Wei and Jin Dynasties. He was a "strange man" who did not admire scientific names and despised traditional etiquette. He lived a free, straightforward and calm life. In another world, His death will remind people of Ji Kang, a famous scholar in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. Although the two lived in different eras, they can both be called "real celebrities from the romantic world". Even their deaths were very similar: they both died calmly to the sound of the piano. Die! Facing the Qing army's entry into the Pass and holding on to the failed city, he died holding his qin in Haixuetang.

In this world, although the defeat of the Donglu and the destruction of the bandits did not allow Kuang Lu to abandon his personal preferences and devote himself to the great cause of the rise and fall of the country, he still had his own persistence, just like when he learned about the request of the King of Tang from his friends. After the secret of moving abroad, he made his decision.

Maybe he despised traditional etiquette, but Kuang Lu had his persistence.

"Did you know that leaking secrets is a serious crime against the Nine Clans?"

"Even if you die, you won't be shaken!"

Facing his friend's answer, Chen Zizhuang just drank in silence and said nothing.

"Jisheng, my little brother, please play the piano for you again!"

At this time, the sound of the piano sounded, and for a while, there was only the melodious sound of the piano in the room.

Looking at his friend playing the piano, Chen Zizhuang let out a long sigh.

Why did you copy that memorial out in the first place?

Why did you show him the memorial?

Is it just because the two of them are close friends?

Don't you know that this is against the law?

From the beginning, he had quietly used Kuang Lu and wanted to use his hand to leak the matter.

Everyone has persistence.

I’m afraid Kuang Lu knew it very well in her heart!

After the song ended, there was a burst of noise outside the door. As soon as the servant opened the door, a group of soldiers broke in. The leader of the army shouted loudly.

"Chen Zizhuang, Kuang Lu is there!"

…

"The king is innocent, why is he sealed away thousands of miles away!"

Throwing the newspaper to the ground, Zhu Guoqiang asked.

"Have you found out who leaked the secret?"

"Your Majesty, it has been found that Chen Zizhuang, the Minister of Rites, secretly copied the memorial. It was accidentally discovered by his friend Kuang Lu in his study. Kuang Lu memorized the contents of the memorial from memory, and then privately passed the contents of the memorial to the newspaper."

As soon as Song Xuezhu finished speaking, Gao Hongtu scolded him.

"Chen Zizhuang dares to copy memorials privately. Aren't he afraid of the court's laws? Your Majesty, I think that copying memorials privately will be punished with a three-month salary..."

"I second the proposal!"

…

Seeing them trying to wipe out Chen Zizhuang's guilt, Zhu Guoqiang sneered.

"A fine, what a fine. The serious crime of taking the memorial out of the government office privately is just a fine to you. Is it because Chen Zizhuang is not afraid of death? It's because he is protected by you that he has nothing to fear!"

Although he was extremely angry inside, Zhu Guoqiang also knew that Chen Zizhuang was indeed not afraid of death!

In another time and space, after Chen Zizhuang led the rebel army to attack Guangzhou and failed, he retreated to Gaoming and led the entire city's army and civilians to defend it day and night. Later, after the city fell and he was captured, Tong Yangjia, the governor of Guangdong and Guangdong in the Qing Dynasty, threatened to kill Chen's youngest son.

When he failed to surrender, he became angry and thought of a vicious plan to scare others. He was subjected to the inhumane "sawing" method, which meant sawing the person into two pieces from the top down. However, because the person's body was shaking, he could not be sawed off.

It is said that Chen Zizhuang shouted to the executioner at this time: "Idiot, people who use saws need to use wooden boards!" The executioner finally understood the method of using saws to execute people. Even until the 21st century, the allusion of "people who use saws must use boards" still exists.

It is rumored in Guangzhou that during the execution, Tong Yangjia "called all the gentry in Guangzhou and sat in the hall to watch them being tortured out of fear" and asked ferociously: "Are you afraid of all the gentlemen?" However, Chen Zizhuang still kept scolding and generously recited a death poem.

.

"Where do the golden branches go, and whose house are the jade leaves? The old root once wished to die and vowed not to let spring flowers bloom."

Chen Zizhuang is really not afraid of death and his bones are really strong.

He has his persistence in his heart, what is his persistence?

Do they really think they want to use the Tang Dynasty to throw Chongzhen's heirs into the wilderness?

It’s been two years since I started working as a saint, and why don’t they understand it one by one?

Is overseas really a barbaric land? Many places are more prosperous than the Ming Dynasty. Why can't you all be more knowledgeable and attentive?

You, Chen Zizhuang, are from Guangdong!

And Kuang Lu, you can just continue your celebrity style, why do you need to wade into this muddy water?

Is it possible that you don’t know what it’s like overseas?

Maybe they don't know.

They just can't get around the hurdle in their hearts.

"Death penalty!"

"Death penalty!"

"Death penalty!"

Seeing how each of them held a wat to plead guilty, Zhu Guoqiang was speechless for a long time.

In fact, of course he could understand why these people would speak for Chen Zizhuang. To put it bluntly, they were protecting each other. What was the purpose of repaying their mutual protection?

It's really not necessarily to protect Chen Zizhuang's illegal behavior, but for themselves. After all, they themselves can't guarantee that they will make the same mistake in the future.

That’s why they are all talking about the “death penalty” here!

They were not there to apologize, but they were clearly threatening me with their own lives!

Zhu Guoqiang felt unhappy. At this time, he seemed to understand Chongzhen's powerlessness. Sometimes it wasn't because he didn't want to do things, but because he couldn't kill everyone.

Of course, his character flaws are also the most important reason.

Zhu Guoqiang frowned and said.

"You are indeed guilty."

Since you all say that you are guilty, that's fine. I won't be polite if you beat the snake with a stick.

"Every one of you is a cabinet minister and the head of the officials. It stands to reason that you should teach the officials the rules, but now? Some officials broke the law. Instead of thinking about how to avoid this next time,

It will happen again, but one by one, the glory here has wiped out the matter. The affairs of the Ming Dynasty were ruined by this habit."

Zhu Guoqiang said loudly and unceremoniously.

"When the late emperor was here, if he had said that the officials were not in harmony with each other like that. It would not work this way, and that would not work. This would not be in line with the rules of the ancestors, and it would make the world panic. The late emperor would hang himself on the crooked neck of Meishan.

On the tree?”

The more Zhu Guoqiang talked, the more annoyed he became. The reason why he was so angry was not because of anything else, but because these people had fallen too fast.

"How long has it been? It's only been two years. You all want to make peace here. Could it be that you also let me hang on the crooked neck tree in Nanjing like me?

?”

His Majesty's anger caused cold sweat to break out on everyone's backs. After being seated at His Majesty's side table, they all knelt on the ground in fear and kowtowed hurriedly.

"I will die, I will die..."

Seeing their looks, Zhu Guoqiang knew that his tone might have been harsh, but he still spoke loudly.

"Don't worry, I am not the late emperor. If one day comes, I will hang those mediocre people on that crooked neck tree first."

Even if there are no crooked neck trees, Nanjing does have a lot of street lights.
Chapter completed!