On this day, the wind in the Forbidden City blew just right, and the peach blossoms in the palace were blown down.

The top is falling, and the bottom is quickly sweeping...

The palace people are busy working in the palaces, in front of the Xinuan Pavilion, a blue cat suddenly jumped out, it looked at the human beings who couldn't take care of themselves, their eyelashes trembled, and suddenly disappeared into the peach blossom forest.

In front of the Xinuan Pavilion, this scene was quiet, but it was broken by a series of hurried footsteps.

Last year, Zhu Youxiao secretly set up a bureau outside the Metropolitan Prison's Mansion, which belonged to Dongchang and Jinyiwei, and transmitted information specifically for the emperor.

A more important person walked into Xinuan Pavilion quickly, knelt in front of Zhu Youxiao, and held a more detailed Bianguantang newspaper in his hand.

The cold air brought back from Liao had long since dissipated, but this fighter, who could still maintain his composure in front of the slave soldiers, was particularly nervous at the moment, and his whole body was trembling slightly.

The gradual deepening of the Apocalypse Emperor's eyes made him unavoidable.

In an instant, a hot bead of sweat slipped to the ground, and the silence in the Xinuan Pavilion seemed to make this sound extremely clear.

It was the first time that this person had met the emperor at such a close distance, but he just waited with his head bored, and he didn't even dare to raise his head, let alone look at the emperor.

Reading the Batang newspaper, Zhu Youxiao snorted lightly and frowned slightly.

But seeing that he threw the news of the Tang newspaper that he brought back with great difficulty, with the laziness of not waking up yet, he said lightly:

"It's hot and dry, you're basking in the light, it's closer, it's cool."

"Thank you, thank you, Your Majesty——!"

He hurriedly thanked him, wiped the hot sweat from his forehead, took two steps on his knees, and took out a whistleblower document from a certain clan in Luoyang from his hand.

He lifted this document to Zhu Youxiao's reach, still looking down at the ground, not daring to peep at the sky.

At this moment, the document in his hand, which weighs a few taels, is like a thousand catties.

After a few breaths, I heard that the clothes on my head were squirming, and the documents I was holding in my hands were taken away, and I felt relieved for a moment, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhu Youxiao looked at this secret document and glanced at it, but found that the person with his head down, his hands were covered with chilblains, so he asked:

"What's your name?"

He raised his head slightly, but still didn't dare to look directly at his face, and said with low eyebrows:

"Back to Your Majesty, the villain Jin Yingkui, in the first year of the Apocalypse, he was ordered to go to Liaodi to serve as a deputy minister, and he has a lot of time to return to Beijing."

"I have long heard that such a hard job, if it weren't for the emperor's order, none of you would want to do it, it's hard work for you."

Zhu Youxiao's words were plain, but in Jin Yingkui's ears, it was the biggest affirmation in more than a year.

The eldest man was so choked up that he couldn't speak for a while.

"Since the slave chieftain retreated to Shenyang, he issued a strict order to collect the military rations of this expedition from the Han people in various places, and the Han people everywhere have no grain or do not give it, and they have slaughtered all of them..."

"When the villain was young, he often listened to the descriptions of the merchants: it was said that the people of Liaozuotian were rich in the valley, the people in Ze were rich in freshness, the mountain people were rich in materials, the people in the sea were rich in goods, and the family gave people enough.

"But this time, I took charge of the matter and sneaked out of the customs, but I saw that the countryside was barren, the houses were dilapidated, and there were corpses and bones everywhere!"

"Your Majesty, the current Liao Land is already a hell on earth where all industries are withered!"

This person was so excited that he forgot for a while that he was facing the emperor, let go of his initial fear, and was full of hatred for Jianyu.

This idea of comparison shows that in this era, there is an irreconcilable blood feud between the Han people and the Jurchens, with me without you, with you without me.

Zhu Youxiao was not annoyed, remembered the data in Fang Caitang's newspaper, sighed, and said lightly

"Liaozuo has been raising troops for more than ten years, and countless Liao people have been slaughtered by Houjin, and how many people have been ruined, which is the failure of the imperial court to destroy them... It's also my fault..."

"Sooner or later, I will personally ride a horse into Hetuala, and over the years, how the thieves have slaughtered my Han people, I will return the original amount!"

"I'm afraid that these slaves and thieves are not enough to cut down!"

As he spoke, Zhu Youxiao sat up from the couch, and was so frightened that he trembled and took half a step back.

Zhu Youxiao pinched the documents from Luoyang with one hand, took a thin shirt and draped it over his shoulders with the other hand, and sat down on the round stool next to the Eight Immortals table.

Zhu Youxiao poured himself a mouthful of tribute tea and rinsed his mouth, and before the tea was spit out, he ordered to the more important:

"Please come over, please come over."

I didn't know what was going on, and I took the order and left.

When he walked away, Zhu Youxiao picked up this secret document and looked at it again, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly as his eyes moved up and down.

It's time.

......

Last year, Zhu Youxiao personally marched to the southwest, and when he returned from a great victory, he issued an edict.

That is, the power of the Ministry of Rites in the Zongren Mansion was revoked, and the Ministry of Rites and the Zongren Mansion were in charge of their own affairs, and a major change was also made in the post of the Zongren Order.

In the past, the Ming Dynasty's Zongren Orders were generally led by the prince, and taking advantage of the great victory, Zhu Youxiao handed over the post of Zongren Order to the British Duke Zhang Weixian.

It is a precedent for the lord to manage the Zongren Palace.

First implemented the law of restricting the clan, and then reformed the Zongren Mansion, Zhu Youxiao's intention in dealing with the imperial family surnamed Zhu could not be more obvious.

This year, these royal relatives really made a fuss.

It's just that their troubles are difficult to deal with, it's very difficult, it's simple, it's also very simple, just an order.

Zhu Youxiao doesn't care about the net worth of these cheap relatives, he only cares if this emperor is not himself.

After thinking about this, Zhu Youxiao threw the paperwork on the table of the Eight Immortals in annoyance, and the few sips of tea left in the cup were already cold.

In the stunned gaze of the palace people, Zhu Youxiao drank all the cold tea, just to reduce the anger of this body.

Not long after, Han Yi, the first assistant of the cabinet, Wei Zhongxian, the eunuch of the master of ceremonies, and Zhang Weixian, the British minister, the three most influential figures in the Ming Empire at the moment, were all present.

On the way here, as soon as the three of them met, they all guessed in their hearts that something was wrong.

The Emperor of the Apocalypse called one of them, that is, a general event, and called two of them, and this matter had to be noted.

But now, there are three.

This shows that this matter will never be as simple as killing a few Donglin courtiers in Wei Zhongxianxing's prison in the past...

The door rang softly, and the three of them entered the warm pavilion in the order of auxiliary ministers, factory ministers, and lords.

Zhu Youxiao glanced up, and then went back to his own business, and he didn't know the three of them at all.

After staring at the big eyes for a moment, Han Yi bowed first:

"The minister has seen the emperor..."

As soon as the mouth opened here, Wei Zhongxian and Zhang Weixian hurriedly followed, one more word is not much, one less word is a lot, and even the actions are uniform.

After these few sounds, the Xinuan Pavilion fell silent again.

The three of them didn't hear the emperor shouting flat, and they looked up together, but they found it unbelievable that Zhu Youjiao was practicing calligraphy.

In the past, the emperor was most annoyed by the fact that he practiced calligraphy with Sun Chengzong, but now this is a troublesome evil nature, and he actually took the initiative to practice...

It had to be Wei Zhongxian's courage and carefulness, he relied on himself to be a factory minister, stepped forward to take a look, and he didn't see what was written, so he shouted:

"The emperor's writing is so good, this writing is wonderful!"

Zhu Youxiao glanced at him, lowered his head to hold the pen, and added a few more paintings, Wei Zhongxian didn't feel embarrassed, but his shoulders seemed to shrug, and he still walked forward without skin and face.

"It's done! Come and see, all of you. ”

Suddenly, Zhu Youxiao excitedly beckoned to Han Yi and Zhang Weixian.

"Zongren's Mansion..."

These three big characters, Zhu Youxiao's writing is really not very good, but after all, this is written by the Son of Heaven himself, and it is impossible to exaggerate how to blow it.

What kind of characters are these people in front of them, and they are all very deep in the city.

When I saw these three words, the first thing that came to mind was not how to boast, but it was the emperor who wrote the Zongren Mansion, whether it was related to the recent incident led by King Fu.

No one is a sycophant, yes, we still have to let our old Wei come to this job!

Wei Zhongxian respectfully took the pen on the table, glanced at it decently, and habitually raised his eyes to look at the dragon face of the Emperor of the Apocalypse.

It doesn't matter if you look at it, Zhu Youzheng glared at him.

Wei Zhongxian was full of excitement, and said loudly as if he was grinning and flattering:

"Lord, Lord, Lord, Heaven, Wisdom, Writing a word, they are all so charming, it really makes the old slave admire him so much..."