Yingtian Mansion, Jinshen Hall. Emperor Hongwu walked in front of the imperial court, while Prince Zhu Biao accompanied the emperor.
In the East, Mao Xiang, the commanding officer of the Jinyiwei, who was arrogant in the capital and whose reputation was enough to stop a child from crying at night, Ruming bowed his head respectfully and knelt on one knee in the palace, waiting for instructions from the Hongwu Emperor, Zhu Yuanzhang, who was walking at the head.
"...Officials in Beijing, are there really so many corrupt officials?" Lao Zhu looked through the memorandum handed over by Mao Xiang, with some surprise in his tone.
"No." Mao Xiang went to answer. "Your Majesty is aware of thousands of miles. As long as there are officials and relatives involved in the case with Hu Weiyong, nine times out of ten, all the money from Yuanji exceeds the salary income."
"For example, the Marquis of Yongjia, Zhu Liangzu, the Marquis of Ji'an, Lu Zhongheng, etc., their homes are not full of gold and silver, and the rooms are filled with rare things. Where they live a luxurious life, they cannot live in the Eastern Capital..."
"You can't even compare to the others!" After Mao Xiang finished speaking, he knocked his head to the ground.
"Okay. That's great."
Anger flashed in Lao Zhu's eyes, and although his voice was calm, it seemed even more chilling.
"The Ming Dynasty was only built a few years ago."
"A lot of foreign troubles have not been dealt with completely. Those good men who were originally warm-blooded have been blackened..."
He now understood very well why the future self mentioned by Lao Wu would cause such major cases that swept Tiandong.
It's true that I don't want to end up with those old brothers.
Is it true that those people... are going too far!
"They shouted and cursed in the prison, begging for meat at dawn, and wine at full moon. They shouted at the Jinyi guards as if they were domestic slaves, and they did not take the Jinyi personal army commander in their eyes at all." Mao Xiang showed an aggrieved look on his face,
He raised his eyes and took a peek at Lao Zhu. "The dignified and handsome people in prison have become their private rooms."
Lao Zhu took a deep breath and suppressed the dryness in his chest. He threw the music from his legs on the table and said, "Don't pay attention to those guys who don't want to be on the stage. Where is Hu Weiyong?"
"Hu Weiyong is in prison, is there anything unusual?"
Mao Xiang was stunned, a little surprised that Lao Zhu actually changed the topic. He was so aggravated. According to his understanding of that Bhidong, he should be irritable and angry at this time, slapping the table and begging himself to punish those treasonous people.
Yuan Xungui had to kill them all.
After all, those nobles had a lot of connections in the court. Although the Jinyiwei captured them, they became famous in the court for a while. Didn't he, Mao Xiang, almost become the leader of one person and the leader of ten thousand people in Yingtian City because of this?
character.
But those marquises and nobles were holding in their laps the iron certificate given by Bi Dong himself, which represented their willingness to share the burden of death. Did they cry out from time to time in prison to see Bi Dong? If they could be allowed to be safe
After being released from the imperial edict and overturned by them, how can Jin Yiwei get any good results?
Fang had a taste of power, but Mao Xiang was not willing to give up easily.
But when Lao Zhu asked, Mao Xiang was able to suppress Dongwai's surprise and respectfully replied: "Go back to Bidong, is there nothing unusual about Hu Weiyong?"
"While he was in prison, he asked me for a copy of the Book of Changes, and folded a few straws to make yarrow, and he continued to make divination every month."
"Divination?" Lao Zhu frowned. "What, then Hu Weiyong wants to become a Taoist priest?"
"He didn't complain?"
"No," Mao Xiang replied. He was a little surprised at that: "Hu Weiyong was extremely submissive in prison, without any of the arrogance of the past."
"I sent people to monitor me at night, and apart from eating and divination, did I walk alone in the prison and mutter words like 'fate' or 'foreknowledge'?"
"Bu Nao, have you ever asked me to see the East of Five Halls?"
"Is he crazy?" Lao Zhu was also a little confused, but the doubt only lasted for a moment, and he no longer cared about it. "Whether he is really crazy or not, I, Jin Yiwei, must all be aware of it."
Please keep an eye on him."
Lao Zhu smiled coldly, but he was somewhat similar to Zhu Su. "He is very reluctant to die for the time being. We must use his words to clean up the official beetles in the Ming Dynasty court."
"At the end of next year, those in the court who have evil intentions must not be allowed to live peacefully."
"No." Mao Xiang leaned over and answered.
"Speaking of Lao Wu." Lao Zhu suddenly thought of something. "Is there any information from the Jinyi Guards?"
"Lao Wu Ruming is in Suzhou, how is it?"
"Go back to your Majesty," Mao Xiang said, clasping his fists. "A few months ago, Di Meng, who was accompanying me to the east of the palace, just returned to the capital."
"All files related to Zhang Shicheng, Chen Youliang's remnants and recent movements in Suzhou City were transferred."
"It seems that Lao Wu has discovered the identity of the remnants of Suzhou City." Having said that, Lao Zhu smiled slyly. "How about it? Did he become furious and eager to seek revenge on those enemies?"
"Not at all." Mao Xiang shook his head. "According to the information coming from Suzhou, Wu Diandong did not make any moves against the remnants of the rebels after they arrived in Suzhou."
"During the confinement period in Suzhou, Wu Diandong borrowed a thousand soldiers from Yang Lu, the commander of Suzhou Guards, and swindled grain and grass from the legs of merchants."
"In the next whole month, if we can't lead the victims to prepare the land and build houses, we can train the more than a thousand soldiers."
"He actually lost his temper." Lao Zhu laughed happily, with a bit of relief in his tone. "We thought that he must be shouting and killing, and he would be in trouble with the rebel bandits who robbed him."
"Why, after all these confinement months in Suzhou Mansion, he has always been so honest?"
Mao Xiang secretly cursed in his heart. He swindled so much food and grass from the legs of merchants with empty words. How can it be considered honest in your eyes?
Bu Nao felt extremely disgusted when he thought about the attitude that Bidong had towards merchants, but he did not rebuke those words. After thinking about it, he said:
"There are some outrageous things."
"In the name of King Wu, in the name of King Wu, in the name of recovering from illness, the east of the palace put Ru Taisu, the censor of the river patrol, under house arrest and took away the power in his legs."
"For example, Censor Mingru was furious. It is said that he had already written half a house of impeachment memorials. He was so angry that he was imprisoned on death row outside the courtyard. There was no way for those memorials to be delivered to the imperial court."
"Ha." Lao Zhu laughed. "Then Lao Wu, if you are a soft persimmon like Tai Su, you will definitely get retribution."
Thinking that the old scholar Ru Taisu's always smelly and long memorials were piled up in half the room, Lao Fu couldn't help but shudder. He had already made up his mind and asked the foreign cabinet that all memorials sent by Ru Taisu should not be stored in the room.
Present and leave everything in the middle without hair.
"Very well, the master of the palace took in an old Confucian scholar who wrote storybooks." Mao Xiang continued. "He asked the Confucian scholar to write many stories and plays. He also invited many storytellers to give lectures in Suzhou Mansion for a whole month.
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"For this purpose, the emperor spent a lot of gold and silver. For example, in the city of Suzhou in the Ming Dynasty, the opera script written by the old Confucian scholar Cuona was highly praised. Hundreds and thousands of people often gathered to listen to the play. Even the emperor himself wrote a play
Hua Ben'er, telling stories to the people in Taiwan, the atmosphere was extremely lively."
"You spent a lot of gold and silver to... tell stories?" Lao Zhu was stunned. "Isn't that nonsense? Does that traitor have other deep meanings?"
"I am stupid, I don't know if it is true or not." Mao Xiang lowered his head and said.
"...That's all. That's ridiculous." Lao Zhu knew very well that Zhu Su had the Midas touch from later generations. The Shen family, a businessman from Lao Wu Leg Dong, was not a native of Suzhou. They would gather a crowd to tell stories during the Chinese New Year, so they might not be able to do it.
The nature of five children is just to have some fun.
Even if it costs a little money, it's not a big deal.
Lao Zhu couldn't help but feel a little worried whether he should treat this group of rebellious bandits as nothing.
"Go back and bring me a copy of the Newspeak book written by that traitor and show it to us," Lao Zhu ordered.
"No." Mao Xiang said respectfully.
Putting the worry of having the wrong son behind him, Lao Zhu's attention returned to military affairs. He opened his mouth and continued to ask Mao Xiang:
"The king of Liang in Yunnan has sent out Zarawalmi, and the Northern Yuan Taiwei Naha in Liaodong has come out. Is there anything unusual in recent months?"