Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slowly when he heard this. The gentry and wealthy households in just a few counties dared to disobey the imperial court and protect important criminals. This shows that his ignorance of the king's law is so rampant.
Zhu Biao knew the outcome of this matter without thinking. It would be fine if Hu Weiyong ended up. It is understandable that the people below would do anything due to the power of the prime minister.
But since Hu Weiyong had no instructions for his end, a few small and unworthy families in the area had the courage to act like this. They rebelled and conspired without objection and should be executed to show the world.
"What's going on with Duan?"
"The letter has been sent, but I expected that Duan Bao would send troops before the letter arrives."
"This is the best. After the remnants of the former Yuan Dynasty in Liaodong and Yunnan are pacified, our achievements in this life will be almost complete."
There was a smile on Zhu Yuanzhang's face. He was a monk who was begging for alms in the troubled times. He joined the army as a pawn with his head wrapped around his head and a knife. He gradually became famous and became a general in school. After going through hardships, he led an army without losing a hundred battles and fought with the world.
The heroes compete with each other and work hard to recruit talents.
He built a high wall and accumulated grain and slowly became king, captured Yingtian and defeated Chen Han, fought a decisive battle with Zhang Shicheng to unify the south of the Yangtze River, proclaimed himself emperor and established a country, expelled the barbarians and chased them to the north.
At this stage, the remnants of the previous dynasty have been completely put to an end, the territory of the Han and Tang Dynasties has been recovered, the Chinese attire has been restored, and the foundation of the family and country has been established. What more could I want at this point in my life?
"Father, what are you saying? Your journey of thousands of miles has just spread its wings. You are in the prime of life, but there are still many unfinished achievements."
Zhu Yuanzhang couldn't help but glance at his son: "We have finished all our achievements, what will you do in the future? Now that we have reached this level, what about you, Emperor Taizu Gao, a hundred years later?"
The slaves serving in the palace lowered their heads and wanted to kneel down but did not dare to make a sound.
Zhu Biao smiled and walked up to his father's back, squeezed his shoulders and said, "My son is not greedy. Relying on my father's achievements, I will be content to be the Taiping Emperor in the future."
Zhu Yuanzhang snorted: "If you really want to do this, we'd be eager to do it, hey..."
Speaking of which, it is also a happy worry. I look forward to my son's future, but I am also afraid that my son will be too promising. How can I not know the lofty and far-reaching intentions of the son I raised?
In the future, he may be like himself and have outstanding achievements among the emperors of the past dynasties, or he may fail and make future generations laugh. In the end, it is a natural talent to be benevolent without success.
Zhu Biao did not expect that his father would be so worried, but after thinking about it from his perspective, he understood that most of his thoughts recently were indeed spent on Goryeo, Japan, and Nanyang.
In Lao Zhu's eyes, it was like a son neglecting his family's ten thousand acres of fertile land and thousands of shops, and insisting on staring at the only dung fork of his poor neighbor.
Regarding this, Zhu Biao could only say: "My son, I know what I am doing, and my father can rest assured."
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After leaving the palace gate, the Minister of Punishment went straight to the Punishment Ministry, and immediately ordered two more Langguan to join hands and order the people to set off, not only to capture Pan Fu, but also to write down all the gentry and officials who dared to get involved in the scandal recently.
As the Minister of Punishment of this dynasty, he naturally knew best how the Holy Lord would deal with this kind of situation. Originally, he thought the punishment was a bit harsh.
Now I have suddenly realized that such a rebellious minister and traitor cannot be punished without killing him!
He almost got himself involved, so what else can I say? He deserves to die.
In Liyang County, Mrs. Pan, wearing sackcloth and wearing mourning, was burning paper money in front of her memorial tablet. However, there was no servant at Nuo Da's house, and no relatives or friends came to express their condolences. There were only a few people around.
A figure walked majestically into the mansion. Passers-by looked at each other in surprise but did not dare to say anything. They lowered their heads and walked quickly away before daring to whisper to each other.
"Sister, I'm back."
The haggard-looking Mrs. Pan turned around when she heard the sound, staring blankly at her brother who was thinking about her day and night. She struggled to get up and rushed over. She woke up before she could cry a few times. She quickly pushed him with her hands and cried: "You still
What are you doing when you come back? Go away quickly. I will take care of your funeral here. Don't come back again."
Pan Fu gently held his sister in his arms: "Sister, it's okay. Thank you for your hard work."
Pan hit her brother hard several times and couldn't help crying loudly anymore: "You are such an evil deed, you have done such a great thing, but now your family is ruined, what should I do?"
"You are a married woman, so the blame for the Pan family's crimes cannot fall on you. Sister, please live a peaceful life in the future and don't have to worry about this anymore."
Mrs. Pan raised her head with red eyes: "My mother left early, and my father left too. If you are no longer here, how can I, a woman of a family, survive?"
When Pan Fu heard this, a sharp light flashed in his eyes: "That person dares to divorce you? Haha, how brave he is."
All kinds of vicious methods flashed through him in an instant, and now that he had reached this point, it couldn't be any easier to drag people to be buried with him. There really were no taboos.
But he couldn't help but feel sad. It was easy to kill someone and break up the family, but it was difficult to save his sister. Especially after his death, what could he do if his sister's life would be in trouble again?
Without a family, without blood brothers, a womanly family, no matter how rich it is, will be at the mercy of others.
"Brother Fu, I'm not afraid of this. If you are alive, I will have hope. You must be alive. If you can come to see me, there must be a way, right?"
Pan Fu looked at her apologetically and said: "I can't escape for a while. Those people are controlled by me, but they are weak after all. The imperial court exerts its force, which is when I was arrested."
"I'm here to see you for the last time."
Pan's tears couldn't stop flowing, but she tried her best to put on a smile: "Okay, who else can you see besides my sister? My sister also cares about you, so it would be great to see you."
Pan Fu slowly knelt down and said, "I, as well as my father, have done countless evil things to enjoy wealth and honor. It is not a pity to have such retribution. I only hurt you."
"As a family, we share the same wealth and adversity, so I should have my share of the retribution, and my sister is not unjust."
This is true. As Pan's only daughter, she has been the apple of her eye since she was a child. Her food and clothing expenses are much higher than Pan Fu's, and even the girls from the ordinary prefect's family cannot compare with her.
When they got married, they took away nearly half of the Pan family's property, and both Mr. Pan and Pan Fu were willing to do so.
Pan wiped her tears with her white sleeves: "You stay with dad first, and I'll get you some food. I think you're hungry too."
"good."
After Pan left, Pan Fu looked at his father's body and said, "Father, Zhao Zhen and Jiang Shiru have already been dragged into the water by their son. It's too late for them to retreat now. The son has only one last step left."
"Originally, according to your instructions, in order to leave a way for my sister to survive, I shouldn't go after the prime minister's ideas, but now my son sees that without your and my blessing, it will be difficult for her as a woman to survive.
It’s like going home.”
He took out a small porcelain bottle from his arms and shook it slightly. Inside was the poison prepared for him, in case he was plotted and tortured by Zhao Zhen and others. Its potency was so strong that it could cause people to vomit blood and die in a moment.
Half an hour later, Pan Fu staggered out of the house with a sad look on his face. The government officials who were following him jumped out and surrounded him, but he was immediately knocked down by the people around him. A group of young men sprang out from the street to cover him.
Pan Fu disappeared.
The new county magistrate, who arrived late in a hurry, kept yelling and cursing, and asked Pan to come out to ask questions, but they only heard the county magistrate's frightened screams. When everyone entered, they saw Pan lying on her back in front of the mourning hall, her dress neat and her hands clasped on her abdomen.
, his complexion is black and his lips are purple, like a ghost.
"What a vicious beast!"
"I guess he was afraid that his sister would reveal his whereabouts, so he took the murderous action. He is worse than a beast!"
"Okay, if you dare to scold Pan Fu, be careful he comes to find you tonight."
Pan Fu used to have a bad reputation in Liyang for stopping children from crying, but now he even poisoned his own sister, which showed how vicious he was, and the guards immediately trembled.
"It's been so long and I still haven't caught Pan Fu. The people from Beijing are nothing special. I thought the master from the Criminal Department was very capable."
The Liyang County Magistrate had a grim look on his face and asked Wu Zuo to come to do an autopsy, and also sent someone to call Mr. Pan's family. They still had to decide what to do with the body in the end.
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