Many people are talking about it, saying that the emperor has locked himself in the Xinuan Pavilion for a few days and has not come out.

Come to think of it, it was King Fu's assassination that hit him quite hard.

"Squeak-"

With a sound, Cao Huachun, the eunuch who had just entered the celebrant recently, pushed open the door of Xinuan Pavilion with a plate of washed green fruits.

"Roll ——!"

One foot had just hit the ground, and the emperor's angry rebuke made his hair stand on end, and in an instant, the fruit was scattered all over the ground.

Unable to pick up the green fruits scattered on the ground, Cao Huachun hurriedly closed the door of Xinuan Pavilion and breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at him like this, Wei Zhongxian, who was waiting outside the Xinuan Pavilion, and several eunuchs who were the celebrant and the eunuch Bingbi looked at each other.

Wei Zhongxian had some doubts in his heart, does this play need to be played so seriously?

He frowned and said:

"All down, Ben Governor is here to watch."

Everyone had no choice but to retreat.

The Xinuan Pavilion under the dusk is full of loneliness and majesty, except for Wei Zhongxian, only the loyal guards are here to protect them, like wooden stakes, and they don't move.

Wei Zhongxian sighed softly.

In the Xinuan Pavilion, Zhu Youxiao listened to the footsteps gradually moving away, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself:

"The more this drama is performed, the more natural Zhu Changxun's death becomes."

"Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, the wealth you have gathered in your life will eventually have to be given to my nephew."

"Hehe..."

......

Luoyang, Fuwangfu.

Zhu Changxun sat on a stool with a clear vein and high-quality materials, and from time to time there was the sound of a group of disciples of the Fu Clan discussing practical matters.

His face was slightly unhappy, and these clan disciples seemed to regard their Fuwang Mansion as a big base for criticizing the "Clan Restriction Law".

But it's nothing, the Manchu Dynasty couldn't move the king back then, and now a little emperor who is not yet twenty years old can't dare to say anything.

Although Concubine Zheng Guifei has been beaten into the cold palace at this time, there is no news, and she does not know whether she is alive or dead, but Zhu Changxun still has this confidence.

Just because he is the favorite prince of the Wanli Emperor of the World Temple!

Zhu Changxun wears a wing crown on his head, a collar, narrow sleeves, five claws on the front and back and on both shoulders, and jade boots.

The only difference between the service on his body and Zhu Youxiao, who is the emperor, is that the color of the regular clothes on his body is red to show the difference from the emperor.

Zhu Changxun had a slight beard on his lips, and the leather belt was still hanging with the palace waist card, sitting on it, he felt a little unangry and arrogant.

While everyone was chatting below, he gently swept his gaze over the faces of these young clan disciples, and the indifference in his expression was enough to show that he was different from these people with strong blood.

The children of the clan regarded the Fuwang Mansion as a safe haven, and just like the Donglin students at this time last year, they impassionedly commented on the current affairs and criticized the many restrictions imposed on them by the sect's restriction law.

For Zhu Changxun, such a high profile made him faintly uneasy in his heart, but the restriction of the clan made him dissatisfied.

For him, this kind of issue is really not something to avoid.

At sunset, the children of the clan who had criticized the half-day policy here said goodbye to each other, and were planning to go back to their respective homes and discuss what the next move would be tomorrow.

Their ultimate goal is to force the emperor to make concessions and revoke the clan restriction law!

An auxiliary general had just gone out of the door, and before he could react, he was held down in the blink of an eye, and when he raised his head, his jaw dropped in shock.

"Who are you?"

"Let go of me!"

"I'm the Fu Clan, this is in Luoyang, it's against you!"

Behind the people stood a group of white-clothed people, all with soap boots on their feet and knives on their waists, not as afraid of them as the people of Luoyang on weekdays.

Hearing this, the leader took two steps forward, took off a token, and said in a tone that was neither humble nor arrogant:

"The Zongren Mansion is ordered to investigate and deal with King Fu, and all the Fu clan clans will be investigated and dealt with together, and those who violate it will be immediately punished!"

"Presumptuous—"

It was only then that the children of the clan reacted and retreated into the palace one after another, but they laughed as if they had seen some big joke.

A county king stood up and sneered:

"It's true that the Zongren Mansion now has real power, but what do you say that you dare to arrest the children of the sect?"

"Do you know that it's easier for everyone here to crush you, a nameless junior, than to step on gravel!"

"The Holy Purpose is this-" Hearing this, the person headed by the Zongren Mansion took the waist card, sneered, took out the scroll, spread it in mid-air, and said loudly:

"Fengtian carried the emperor, and the edict said:

Since the Fu King Zhu Changxun took Luoyang, he occupied the people's land, humiliated the township, and colluded with his mother and concubine Zheng to commit trespassing. In June of the second year of the Apocalypse, he assassinated me.

Fortunately, I am blessed by the emperors and ancestors, and there is no big problem.

This move violated the way of humanity and monarchy, and I tossed and turned several times, not hesitating to break with the concubine, but let Paul die.

However, I knew that the mistakes did not change, but intensified, and on the third day of the seventh month, I asked the ancestors of the temples to make a decree.

Er's atrocities are unbearable for the emperors and ancestors, and I can't be indecisive, burdened by the friendship between uncles and nephews, and I am determined to kill my relatives and maintain the integrity of the society.

From today on, in addition to the Fu Wangjue, all the children of the Fu Domain, the Zongren Mansion will be run alone, and the Yongwei Battalion will be the assistant.

But if you don't obey, put down the rebellion on the spot! Chin this. ”

After reading it, all the children of the clan were stupid, they couldn't laugh anymore, they were all confused, how could this be possible, except for the king of Juefu?

I never dreamed of doing this!

"Correction—"

"It must be Wei Zhongxian's gelding dog who took advantage of the emperor's ignorance of government affairs in the Xinuan Pavilion and disrupted the government!"

"It's fake!"

"Wei Zhongxian's decree, we are going to enter the capital to face the saint, and ask the emperor face to face, whether this holy decree is true!"

The next moment, the disciples of the clan exploded.

If Wei Zhongxian was lucky enough to hear the words of the clan, he was afraid that he would spew out a mouthful of old blood again, which would really be shot while lying down.

It is no wonder that a person of insight who lives in seclusion in the mountains and forests once said that all the bad things in the world have been cleaned up by Wei Zhongxian alone.

A county king was about to break into the team of the Zongren Mansion by virtue of his high title, but he was stopped by the leader and pulled out his knife and asked:

"Do you really want to rebel against arrest and rebel? You need to know that the army of the Yongwei Battalion has driven outside Luoyang City, and you have no chance of survival! ”

"Today, apart from the emperor, who can mobilize the Yongwei battalion?"

"You still don't understand!"

"If you do too much injustice, you will be killed, the current emperor still protects you, even the emperors of the temple want to get rid of it!"

The words fell, and the person headed by this sect of people did not have the slightest intention of flinching in the face of the king of the Fu Domain, who continued to step forward, and the knife was plunged straight into the opponent's abdomen.

All of a sudden, blood burst out and the smell of fish permeated.

Many of the clan's disciples had weak legs, took a few steps back, and fell softly in front of the Fuwang Mansion on the spot, opening their eyes wide, looking at the white-clothed Zongren Mansion team, as if looking at Bai Wuchang who came to ask for his life and chase his soul.

"They really dare to do it?!"

Whether the children of the clan believe it or not, the people of the sect will not show mercy, and the death of the king of the county is enough to show the determination of the current emperor to eliminate these incompetent clans.