Chapter three hundred and thirteenth fear and anxiety
Zhu Biao learned the lesson. He originally thought that his father would pull them all down, torture them, and then cut them in half or something like that. Unexpectedly, the physical torture had turned into mental torture.
Zhu Biao can now imagine how shocked and uncertain those officials are now. They know in their hearts that Zhu Yuanzhang will not let them go easily, but they have to comfort themselves. After all, they sincerely hope that everything will pass and they will still be high tomorrow.
Official appointed by the imperial court.
The sun was setting outside the house, and Zhu Biao was reviewing the memorial with his father. The officials had knelt all day, but the court affairs still had to be done, so the father and son had to work harder. And this was only the beginning. As the officials were reorganized,
The gap between the capital and local officials will inevitably become larger and larger.
After more than an hour, Zhu Biao put down his pen and said: "It is better to recruit more scholars in Jinke, as well as more people recommended by the people, otherwise it will be difficult for the court to operate normally."
Zhu Yuanzhang didn't take it seriously and said: "If there are not enough Jinshi, use the Juren. If there are not enough Jinshi, then use the Xiucai. The left and right are just local officials. As long as they maintain their integrity, they can be trained."
While the father and son were talking, Yan Dong, the minister of Dali Temple, came to ask for an audience. Zhu Yuanzhang asked him to come in. Yan Dong came to pay homage and reported: "Generally, we have found out clearly. How to ask the Holy Master to give instructions in the future."
Zhu Yuanzhang directly ordered: "Don't move those above the fourth rank, and start arresting the rest directly. Let the pro-military Duwei Mansion go to the capital to handle the case."
Yan Donglai immediately accepted the order and left. Zhu Yuanzhang looked at his back and said: "Biao'er, you should not look at people when they are down and out. You have to wait until he is successful and satisfied. Maybe you will find that this person's heart suddenly changes."
Already."
Zhu Biao also took a look and said, "I understand."
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Zhang Anmin, the right minister of the Ministry of Civil Affairs in the middle of the capital, was sitting at home. Two pretty maids were kneeling on the floor, applying hot compresses to his bruised knees. His wife was wiping tears beside him, and his sons were circling around the room like headless flies.
Zhang Anmin suddenly opened his eyes, which were covered with bloodshot eyes. He stood up and kicked the maid away and said in a deep voice: "I'm not dead yet. Why are you crying? If you really want to cry, get out!"
His eldest son looked pale and said: "The Holy One did not deal with it directly. Could it be that he was thinking of not punishing everyone? After all, many officials from the six ministries were involved."
The second son also nodded repeatedly, and the whole family looked at the head of the family expectantly, hoping that he would nod to reassure everyone. Zhang Anmin's breathing was trembling, and he did not speak but sat back tiredly.
He was exhausted physically and mentally, but he didn't dare to sleep. When he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of his whole family being crushed away and executed by Ling Chi. At this moment, the sound of horse hooves suddenly sounded outside. Every hit from far to near seemed to hit everyone.
In my heart.
His wife passed out immediately. Zhang Anmin's heartbeat was beating like a drum. But his mind was relaxed? It would be better to enjoy such torture. Do you think he could sleep in prison? He was too tired.
He closed his eyes weakly and waited for those jackals, tigers and leopards to break in and take away all his family members. But the sound of horse hooves gradually went away? The second son who was lying on the ground jumped up: "It's gone far away."
, it’s not our family, dad, it’s not for our family!”
Zhang Anmin stood up again in surprise. This was the second time today that King Chu had escaped from danger. A large black area suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, but his tense mind prevented him from fainting. He ordered in a trembling voice: "Go and send someone."
Let’s see who we caught.”
The eldest son hurriedly promised to go out. Zhang Anmin covered his head and said: "No? You can't go out. There is a quarrel outside? Our family can't have anything to do with them. We ordered the servants not to go out and show their faces!"
He and his eldest son were the only ones sitting in the study in the house of the Minister of War. The movement of a large group of cavalry outside could be clearly heard. Just now they heard that the Zhao mansion next door was broken into. The screams of smashing, looting and looting continued? The Minister of the Ministry of War wrote on the rice paper with a sullen face.
The writing was in big characters? The handwriting was neat and elegant, but his son could tell that his father's heart was not at peace.
"Dad, Your Majesty will never let anyone go. You need to make plans early. You can't just sit here and wait for death."
The Minister of War smiled and said: "Why is the Holy One the Holy One? It's because he is nobler than the saints. I am the only one respected in the world. What does it feel like?"
His son looked at his father in shock: "Dad, what are you talking about? If this word spreads, something big will happen."
The Minister of War laughed and said: "We are all going to die, so what if we chant a few words? Could the Holy One kill me one more time because of this?"
His son burst into tears. He grabbed his sleeve and said, "You are the dignified Minister of the Ministry of War. Your son is related to some maritime merchants. As long as we can escape from the capital, we will have a way to survive. Dad, those at the gate of the city
The guards are all appointed by you!"
With one stroke of the pen of the Minister of War, a single word Jing was destroyed. He looked at the table full of words Jing and said: "The Crown Prince has long ordered martial law in the capital. All four city gates are closed. No one is allowed to leave without an edict."
Jing, do you think it is better for me, the Minister of War, or for the Crown Prince?"
The Minister of the Ministry of War no longer wanted to deceive himself. He lay down weakly on the chair, with muddy tears sliding down his temples: "The current city guard is Lan Yu. He has been suppressed for more than a year, and he is just waiting to make a meritorious service and return to the prince's side.
, is it possible that a family’s head should be used to give him merit?”
Such a situation spread all over the city, and the pro-military captain's mansion did not stop all night. The sound of galloping horse hooves ran over people's hearts over and over again. Every time, they were so frightened that they survived the desperate situation. Such ups and downs of great sadness and joy made me
It is even more difficult for senior officials who are exhausted.
At Yin Shi, it was time for the morning court. Many officials with gloomy expressions and haggard spirits opened the door, got on their carriages and rushed to the morning court under the night stars. When they gathered in front of the palace gate, they looked at each other in confusion, wanting to say something but they couldn't.
Nothing can be said.
After entering the Fengtian Hall, he felt that the court was mostly empty. Zhu Yuanzhang looked at the officials with a full expression and said: "We just received news that Zhou Xueyong, the right minister of the Ministry of Revenue, Li Shangyu, the left minister of the Ministry of War, and Bai Bai, the minister of the Ministry of Works
The seven people including Jing and others took poison and committed suicide last night with their children and grandchildren. Liu Deliang, the right minister of the Ministry of War, and more than ten officials wanted to escape from the city. There were also people who knelt at the gate of the palace all night like the minister of the Ministry of Industry. In short, all living beings were in various states of mind.
We have opened our eyes, but didn’t you all sincerely say that you are incorruptible and flawless yesterday?”
Zhang Anmin, the minister of civil affairs, immediately knelt down, took off his black gauze hat and put it aside, revealing his half-white hair and said: "I am guilty, please be punished by the Holy One. I only pity the innocent children and grandchildren. Please be lenient, I hope that I will serve you for many years."
For my sake, please leave a trace of your bloodline for me."