When all the ministers heard that the emperor wanted to decapitate all the leaders of the Beijing camp, including Wang Lin, they were frightened and begged for mercy in unison.
Tan Lun, Secretary of the Ministry of War, said: "Your Majesty, the capital is the foundation of the world. The officers and soldiers in the capital camp still have to guard and live in the guard, which is of the utmost importance. If today all the generals who are sitting in the camp are taken care of, the morale of the army will inevitably fluctuate. I think it is better to go down first.
Zhao Yu, I will interrogate you to understand, and then I will give you the correct punishment." All the ministers around nodded and also begged for mercy along this line of thinking.
Ge Shouli, the censor of Zuodu, also said: "Your Majesty, Chen Yu is certainly guilty, but in order not to block the way of speech, I think it is enough to flee far away."
When Yang Bing and others heard that the emperor wanted to kill their heads, they all raised their heads. Although they did not dare to look at the emperor, they all looked at Zhang Juzheng. Seeing that Zhang Juzheng had no expression on his face, he neither agreed nor opposed the pleas of the ministers, as if
As if it had nothing to do with him, everyone gritted their teeth with hatred.
Zhu Yijun listened to Tan Lun and others' pleas, and sneered: "These national cowards, who make military and state affairs a trivial matter, why can't they be killed? I see that the military affairs in the imperial court have become thicker over the years, all because of appeasement and accommodation!" said
After that, his anger remained unabated.
Zhu Yijun didn't say that he would withdraw his decree. The Imperial Guards around him didn't care about the minister's pleading. They came directly and tied up several people. In order to prevent them from screaming and startling them, they got some cloth balls from somewhere and put them in their mouths.
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At this time, an old voice was heard saying: "Wait a minute!" Seeing that it was this person, the Imperial Guards did not stop, but slowed down their movements, waiting for him to speak.
When everyone looked at it, it turned out that it was the British Duke Zhang Rong who separated the ministers, walked to Zhu Yijun, knelt down with a plop and begged for mercy: "I beg the emperor to have mercy and spare Yang Bing and others. Although their crimes are unpardonable, the Beijing camp
Corruption does not just last a day, but the achievements of just a few months are indeed difficult to reverse. In my humble opinion, a few of them can be deprived of their titles and sent to the frontier army to perform their crimes. If they die on the front line, they will be considered worthy of their disgrace.
Their ancestors sacrificed their lives for their deeds."
After the British Duke finished speaking, Duke Cheng, Duke Ding, and other Dukes, all the nobles and nobles knelt down together and begged: "Kowtow to the emperor for mercy."
The British Duke's sentiments are solid, seizing a title is equivalent to exchanging a world certificate for life! Although the Ming Dynasty world certificate is not a death-free gold medal, according to political rules, if you commit a capital crime and take out the world certificate, the court's penalty will basically be reduced.
The degree of reduction depends on the specific circumstances, but it must be reduced by at least one level - this is a variant of "discussing your worth", and the punishment is not as high as that of a doctor.
At this time, the British princes led the nobles to plead for mercy, which has a hidden meaning. If Yang Bing and others die on the front line, it will be regarded as sacrificing their lives for the country. If the court can be persuaded to be compassionate, the descendants of Yang Bing and others can be crowned.
Even if his rank is reduced and he is promoted to a noble title, the family business will not be in ruins.
To put it bluntly, the British nobles' pleading for mercy is nothing more than the cause of the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow. In addition, because of the involvement of branches and vines, the nobles and nobles are each other's in-laws, and they are just connected by the same spirit.
The British Duke and other elders from three dynasties knelt down and begged for mercy. Zhu Yijun really couldn't kill them for a while. If he insisted on killing them, it was not impossible, but so many ministers advised him to kill with caution, and Zhu Yijun still insisted on going his own way, which inevitably chilled the hearts of everyone.
That's not how things work.
Seeing that Zhu Yijun's mind was wavering, Zhang Juzheng finally said: "Your Majesty, the late emperor also reorganized the management and reviewed the affairs in the second year of Longqing. At that time, the Beijing camp was not in such a bad state. How could it be like this in just a few years? We really need to find out.
, it is better to bring them to a joint trial..."
When Yang Bing and others saw Zhang Juzheng speaking, he thought that this guy who was eating could be saved. The emperor was just embarrassed for a while and waited to return to the palace to calm down. If the family went to the harem route, there was no doubt that the title could be saved.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Yijun took over Zhang Juzheng's words and said: "Why is there a need for a joint trial? Today the heads of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Dali Temple, and the Criminal Department are all here, so let's just sit down here!" After saying that, he walked back to the throne and sat down.
The ministers looked at each other in shock, knowing that the emperor was so humiliated today that they would not be able to go home unless he gave an explanation, so they had no choice but to line up and stand in awe on the viewing platform as if they were in the Huangji Palace.
Zhu Yijun said: "These mediocre officials are guilty, but the soldiers are not guilty. Let Jizhen soldiers and Jingying go back to make food." Tan Lun knelt down to thank the two armies.
Zhu Yijun changed his mind and stopped the person who was delivering the order: "Call over the man whose foot was cut and still bleeding while he was marching, and let me have a look. Call Qi Jiguang over too." The middle officers who were delivering the order agreed one by one, and passed on the order.
The purpose is not mentioned.
Zhu Yijun turned around and said to Zhang Juzheng: "Old sir, who do you think should be in charge of this court?"
Zhang Juzheng said: "Returning to the emperor, according to the story of our dynasty, Ting Ji was arranged by the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Today, I ask Mr. Ge to help me."
Ge Shouli secretly cursed Zhang Juzheng in his heart: "You, the emperor and your minister, can sing the double repertoire very well, but you have never exchanged words with me!" He murmured in his heart, and without slowness, he went out to play: "I invite the Minister of Dali Temple, the Hall of Punishment
The officials and ministers will review it together." The emperor replied that it was okay.
Li Youzi, the Minister of Dali Temple, and Wang Zhigao, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, both secretly cursed Ge Shouli's old coffin. He would never take the hot coals by himself. This is called "being old and not dying is a thief." Ge Shouli is almost seventy years old, so he really deserves it.
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The two of them showed great courtesy on their faces. They both went out to pay homage to the emperor, and then turned around with Ge Shouli to face Yang Bing and others.
Ge Shouli first asked for the order: "Your Majesty, I have begun to ask questions." Zhu Yijun nodded.
Ge Shouli first asked Wang Lin: "You are a civil servant and have been in charge of the capital camp for many years. Please tell me first."
Wang Lindao: "Thanks to Mr. Zongxian, King Dingxiang has been in the capital for only four years, and I have been co-president for just two years. In the past two years, based on what I have seen, King Dingxiang is either in court meetings, giving lectures, or
He didn't have the energy to take care of the sacrifices and military affairs in the capital, so Wu Jijue and others slacked off."
Li Youzi interjected: "Wang Lin, when you speak in front of the emperor, you must remember to touch your conscience. If there is any deception, you will die!"
Wang Lin said: "I dare not deceive you."
Ge Shouli secretly gave Li Youzi a thumbs up, thinking to the emperor, it's time for Zhang Juzheng's trump card to be revealed. Wang Lin pushed the dead man, Yang Bing and others followed suit, what use is this Ting Ji?
Sure enough, Zhang Juzheng snorted and interjected: "Wang Lin, you said you were in charge of military affairs, today you tell me how many people should be in this Beijing camp and how many people there are now?" After Ge Shouli heard this, he thought to himself that Lao Zhang still understands me.
, let me try to cooperate with you. Whether you can withstand it or not is none of my business.
Sure enough, Wang Lin called Qu and said: "Master Yuanfu, this matter of occupying the capital camp has been like this since Emperor Shizong. When I took over the military affairs, I actually had a little more than 60,000 soldiers. Today, there are 60,000 soldiers."
Six thousand people!"
Wang Zhigao said: "Have you had any memorials in the past two years?"
Wang Lin said: "I have a notebook in my sleeve, and I plan to present it after the parade. It talks about the seizure of military status, but I didn't expect it to be like this."
In Yang Bing's eyes, Wang Lin's rebuttal had already drawn a road map for them to escape guilt.
That is to say, firstly, blame it on the dead King Dingxiang, and secondly, blame it on old history. We made a small mistake, but definitely not a big mistake!
After hearing this, Ge Shouli sneered and said: "Wang Lin, you still dare to evade the important and take the easy in front of the emperor. Let me ask you: The quota for the Beijing camp is 150,000, and you said you can actually count the 66,000 - may I ask what the food and salary of the 84,000 are now?
where?"
After saying this, Lao Gexin said to the emperor, I, Lao Ge, can only help you here. Anyway, I will be "sick" in February this year, and then I will beg for bones! This hornet's nest, I will poke it for you before I leave.
I am worthy of the salary you, Mr. Zhu Sanchao, gave me!