The eunuch had blood at the corner of his mouth, and rolled out of the Gongchen Hall in embarrassment, and he didn't dare to say a word more. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Night Terror is right, if it weren't for the face of the national teacher, a little person like him who was born in the Blood Bat Sect would not use a finger, and he could be easily pressed to death.

Fortunately, he was born in a cult, and he had already liked this kind of world of bullying and respecting strength, so he was not much unwilling in his heart.

The gods are huge, and their splendor and grandeur are no less than the heavenly palaces, and the prosperity of the market is also staggering.

The whole capital city is like a chessboard with clear latitude and longitude, and there are many squares in it, some prosperous places are full of people, and there are quiet places to see green mountains and green waters.

The eunuch blended into the flow of people, but after two pillars of incense, he had already turned to a rather secluded courtyard, knocked on the door knocker three times, and waited with his hands down.

"What?"

After a while, a man who looked like a domestic servant stuck his head out from behind the door, glanced at the eunuch, and asked coldly.

The white-faced eunuch took out a gold medal from his waist and sent it to this person, "I have something important, I want to report to the national teacher immediately, please pass it on!" ”

The servant-looking man weighed the gold medal in his hand, and only after it seemed to be confirmed that it was correct, did he say coldly, "Wait!" ”

So saying, he closed the door.

The eunuch did not have any impatience, showing that he had long been accustomed to such a process, so he continued to carry it outside the door honestly.

After another moment, the door opened again.

"Come in!" The servant-like man said.

Only then did the eunuch get up in his spirits, carefully check his clothes, and then stomp the snow on his feet, and entered the gate with a respectful expression.

As the eunuch entered the courtyard, the gate slammed shut again, and when it opened again a quarter of an hour later, a group of warriors with a gloomy temperament came out of it, turned a few streets and disappeared.

At the same time, in the Rational Pavilion in the Tai Academy, more than a dozen important members of the imperial court who had just left the court were gathering in front of the brazier with solemn expressions at this moment.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the little nephew of this official just sent back the news today, saying that the Jinyi Guard of Chuzhou has been mixed with the demons of the Blood Bat Sect.

With the help of the Son of Heaven's folding knife order, these people are jumping around in the rivers and lakes martial arts, and in Chuzhou alone, hundreds of thousands of warriors have already died for it. ”

In the southeast corner of the Rational Pavilion, there was an old man with gray temples, still wearing court clothes, with his hands stretched out in front of the brazier, and said worriedly.

This old man is Song Tieyi's uncle - Song Chonghan, who is ranked in the Ministry of Industry!

On the opposite side of the brazier, an old man with a thin figure like a bamboo pole and high and prominent cheekbones snorted coldly at this time, "Hmph, first there were Baiyun bandits in Qingzhou, and then there was the Bright Sect in Yanzhou, the only sect in Jinzhou, and the Xuanzhou Wusheng faction was in chaos."

Now even Chuzhou, which has been rich since ancient times, has also appeared traces of the Blood Bat Sect, and in the land of Kyushu, such strange things have broken out one after another, if there is no one behind it, my Lao Du is the first to disbelieve! ”

Du Xinwu, the secretary of the military department, expressed his dissatisfaction with the recent situation in a heavy tone.

"What about faith? What if you don't believe it? ”

Wen Linzhi, the secretary of the ministry, shook his head and sighed, his face full of helplessness, "Since the Holy Son of Heaven favored the demon of Morona, there has been no peace in this world.

Although the paper folding knife order said that it was to eliminate the martial arts killing, in the end, it was exchanged for countless blood debts, and the situation in Kyushu was even more turbulent because of this. ”

Saying that, Wen Linzhi turned around and reminded Song Chonghan with some concern: "Brother Song, the Metropolitan Governor of Jinyi Wei has been in a terror at night, and he has been quite close to the Demon of Morona over the past few months.

Although there is no conclusive evidence, based on the information that the old man has obtained, many of my Confucian scholars have been victimized by him.

There are also adults in the court, who are also pressed to the Gongchen Hall by him on various trumped-up charges, lynched to death, and the cruelty of the means is almost evil!

The iron-clothed virtuous nephew, who has always been as loyal as Brother Song, will inevitably report this matter to the night terror, if the night terror is really inseparable from this matter, I am afraid that the virtuous nephew will have an accident! ”

Song Chonghan's face changed suddenly and he stood up.

"Everyone, wait for Song to go out and give an order!"

After saying that, the old man took a step, hurriedly pushed open the wooden door of the Rational Pavilion, called the servant who was waiting outside, and gave some orders.

The members of the cabinet couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh when they saw such a scene, now they are also in danger of themselves, if it weren't for the Confucian spirit still existing, I am afraid that in the case of family members and friends suffering disasters one after another, they will not be able to support it.

When Song Chonghan returned to the attic, Peng Rulin, the left minister of the subordinate province headed by him, finally coughed and began to say: "Although the matter of the Blood Bat Sect is important, it is only a state matter, and it is necessary to send someone to deal with it afterwards."

The really important thing now is that the Holy Son of Heaven said in the early court that he had to sacrifice to the heavens, and he wanted to invite princes and princes and grandsons from all walks of life to enter Beijing to worship together.

This is something that has never happened in all dynasties and dynasties throughout the ages, and if something happens, it will be a collapse of the sky! ”

As soon as these words came out, the dignitaries sitting around the brazier immediately frowned, and their hatred was gloomy.

"It's just that the Holy Son of Heaven has been bewitched by the demon Moro, and thinks that the ancestors and all the people are praying for blessings, and insists on doing so, even if I, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, have nothing to do with him!"

Kong Yingda, the secretary of the Ministry of Rites, looked even more lonely, in his opinion, the Son of Heaven's move was simply a rude trampling on the ancestral system, which made him completely unacceptable.

However, he wrote several times to dissuade him, but the Son of Heaven ruthlessly rejected it, and insisted on doing his own ridiculous act, which made him suffer a lot of frustration.

Zuo Prime Minister Peng Rulin's face was ruddy, his eyes were scorching, staring at the constantly beating flames, and suddenly said faintly: "In this way, the only way to solve this matter is to get rid of the source of the bewitching Holy Son of Heaven." ”

This is the assassination thing, and throughout the ages, Confucian scholars who have read the books of the sages have rarely thought of using this method to solve the problem.

Even the art of assassination has always been reprimanded by Confucian classics, calling it the study of Ren Xia, not the Great Dao.

"This ......"

For a moment, everyone in the attic hesitated.

Peng Rulin didn't care about everyone's reaction, or he had already expected the situation in front of him, but said: "Although the things that Night Terror Awakening did were done secretly, how could there be an impermeable wall in the world?"

He joined forces with the demon of Morona and secretly persecuted my Confucian disciples, if we didn't give them some retribution, wouldn't we make the Confucian people in the world laugh at it and become the head of the Confucian scriptures in vain! ”

Thinking of what Moro had done in recent days, these Confucian scholars, who were opposed to the art of assassination in their hearts, gradually accepted Zuo Xiang's suggestion.

"Hey, I can't imagine that I am a dignified Confucian, but in the end I want to do this chivalrous way, I am really ashamed to die!"

Several Shangshu's faces were flushed, and they were really ashamed in their hearts, but they didn't have a good choice.

Seeing that the matter was decided, Peng Rulin smiled, "The old man will secretly transfer Confucian masters from various states, and when the time comes, he will do something to the demon and clean up the king's side!" ”