Queen Zhang Yan's performance in this matter is impressive, and on the surface, she is indeed well aware of the righteousness and has a firm position.

As for Zhu Youxiao, no matter what, he is always right.

The inner court lightly resolved the matter, and the emperor meant that the impact of the matter would be minimized, but public opinion should do its best to publicize it.

Hearing this order, Xu Xianchun and Wang Tiqian, all with bitter gourd faces, gathered together and sighed one after another.

"Zhonggong, this time I want to hate the two of us more and more." Wang Tiqian muttered softly, and seeing that Xu Xianchun didn't say a word, he said:

"What about you, what are you going to do with that Zhang Gongchen?"

The meaning of the eunuch's words, Xu Xianchun also understood.

Don't look at how he usually takes Jinyiwei out to show off his might, but in private, everyone knows that this is the surface scenery, and secretly many people dream that they can die for the whole family!

This time, when a relative was in trouble, the emperor focused on punishing him, in order to promote the heart of loving the people and benevolent government, and the middle palace also cooperated, showing the demeanor of the mother in the world.

The two people in the palace gained fame and fortune, but in this way, the wicked man became his own commander of the brocade guard.

Xu Xianchun regrets it a little now, just let Cui Yingyuan or Tian Ergeng go at that time, and there is no need for him to go to the Guozhang Mansion in person.

But the matter has come to this, it is useless to regret it, or go all the way to the dark and carry this pot.

He said:

"No matter what to do, since Zhang Gongchen has fallen into prison, he can be treated as dead. But what are you going to do with your father-in-law, the Beijing newspaper? ”

"The Metropolitan Procuratorate is the happiest at the other end, the emperor just threw Zhang Gongchen in the edict prison with a muffled voice, if you don't see anyone dead or dead, can they give up?"

Wang Tiqian sneered a few times and said:

"According to our family, they will continue to make trouble!"

"What's the trouble, what the emperor's holy decree said is clear, can they still resist and disobey?" Xu Xianchun was a little disappreciative and said with a smile:

"Princess, you're too worried."

"They are now afraid of being killed by the ministers, and they dare not openly resist the decree and insult the emperor, but the little tricks behind their backs, the world doesn't know, you and I don't know..."

Wang Tiqian got up and paced back and forth in the courtyard, saying:

"What do you think, what are those people in the Donglin Party best at?"

Xu Xianchun had suspicions in his heart, and suddenly said:

"Control public opinion?"

"Humph!"

Wang Tiqian nodded, noncommittal.

"They will first spread rumors everywhere, and use the mouths of ignorant people to force the emperor to release Zhang Gongchen and behead him in front of everyone!"

"If the emperor refuses, they can jump off the beam, saying that the emperor intends to shield him, that Zhang Gongchen is not dead at all in Beizhen Fusi, but he enjoys preferential treatment, Yunyun and so on."

"If the emperor really pulls Zhang Gongchen out and beheads him on the street..."

When Wang Tiqian said this, Xu Xianchun realized the seriousness of the situation, suddenly got up, and subconsciously continued:

"That's a slap in the face!"

Seeing that he was about to leave after he spoke, Wang Tiqian hurriedly stopped him and asked:

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to report to the emperor!"

After listening to Xu Xianchun, Wang Tiqian quietly went back and sneered:

"You don't have to be in a hurry at all, the emperor has long expected this, what is the purpose of the Beijing newspaper handed over to me, this time you will watch carefully."

Xu Xianchun just walked to the door, froze there when he heard this, put on a grim face, and said coldly:

"What can I do?"

......

As far as the Donglin Party is concerned, Zhu Youxiao's handling method is really not very satisfactory.

Jiajing and Wanli both imprisoned their relatives in the imperial prison, and in the end, it was nothing more than a symbolic detention for a few days, and then they were released alive and bounced, so that they could continue to cause trouble to the people.

Who can know, is this Gongchen eating and drinking spicy food in Fusi, Beizhen, and continuing to live a life of a master?

In response to this matter, what was not said, the Donglin Party must hold a small meeting to discuss how to deal with it.

Of course, now that the fans are running everywhere, the Donglin Party is not stupid, and the rally on the surface is definitely not good.

Even if these high-ranking officials really want to talk about something serious, they have to find a secluded place and go there in disguise as a secret base.

In December of the first year of the Apocalypse, it was a cold winter.

In Gyeonggi during the drought, there has been no snow, the riverbed has dried up, and the people are praying at home, hoping that a heavy snow will fall in the new year, moisten all things, and have a good harvest in the coming year.

They didn't know that the imperial court's policy of promoting sweet potatoes was also quietly running, and after that accident, there would be no one who would be blind to stop it when planting in spring and summer next year.

The coming year will be a year of snow and prosperity!

The night was already dark, the Jingshi night market had dispersed, and the small merchants and vendors carried baskets, put away their shops, and went back to their homes.

A very remote inn, the shopkeeper looked at both sides of the street in the distance, except for the lights swaying in the breeze, there was no trace of pedestrians.

Only then did he greet the little guy and plan to close the door.

But as soon as he turned his head, he was attracted by the sound of approaching footsteps, and he looked intently, and saw several plainly dressed people coming straight to his store from a distance.

The little guys whined a few times, full of reluctance.

When the shopkeeper saw the business, he was very happy in his heart, seeing that although these people were dressed simply, their actions and behaviors did not look like ordinary people.

He stretched out his hand, stepped forward, and beckoned:

"Guest, do you want to stay at the hotel?"

The three people who came didn't reply, went straight into the store and sat down, and I don't know who replied:

"Wait for someone!"

The shopkeeper saw that the three of them were well-behaved, and they were not businessmen who had entered Beijing from other places or farmers who had just returned from working in the fields, but probably some down-and-out old men.

With such speculation in his heart, he also stepped forward again and said;

"If the guests are all in the hotel, the small shop will be ready to close, after all, it will be late this day."

Hearing this, one person took a sip of the inventory that the little guy had just served, frowned slightly, and said:

"Stay."

"Gotcha!" The shopkeeper smiled:

"There are still a lot of vacant rooms, first serve a few dishes to the three of you, and when everyone is ready, you will say hello, and I will come to greet you personally."

The man put down the tea and asked:

"After I choose, maybe change?"

The shopkeeper was puzzled: "If the guest feels that my house is not to his liking, he can naturally change it, dare to ask the three of them, how long will they stay?" ”

This was a casual question, but unexpectedly, the man thought for a moment and replied:

"It's not decided yet."

When the shopkeeper heard this, he was suspicious in his heart, afraid that it was not a criminal from other places who came to Beijing to take refuge in the remote streets and alleys.

He was thinking about whether to abandon the business.

After all, it is still important to have a net worth and a life, and if the criminals pursued by Dongchang escape to him, he is afraid that this small shop will not be opened afterwards.

Seeing that the shopkeeper's face was wrong, the man thought for a moment, then took out a silver ingot from his bosom, put it on the table, and said quietly:

"That's probably enough money for us to live until this time next year."

The shopkeeper was stunned, and immediately grabbed the silver, and Fang Cai's worries were thrown out of the clouds in an instant, and complimented:

"It's the small party who doesn't know Mount Tai, everyone is free!"

Hearing this, the man chuckled and said:

"We're waiting for someone, and when everyone arrives, we call you to come and lead us into the room, you go first."