After the truth is revealed, the reckoning.

This matter involves the face of the heavenly family, and there is no need for Zhu Di's instructions at all, the embroidered spring knife in Ji Gang's hand will be killed, as long as it is related to the original rumors, all of them will be beheaded.

Omit the process of asking and cutting after the autumn, and directly put it in one step.

This kill directly killed hundreds of people.

After the rout, he infiltrated Yingtian City, and the rout soldiers who were captured by the Jinyi Guards died, and the people who sheltered those rout soldiers also died, and after the rout spread the rumors, the dozens of people who were originally spread also died.

The iron blood of the means can stop the children's night crying.

However, even so, inside and outside the government and the opposition, even those former ministers of Jianwen, no one dared to stand up and make a noise, and no one dared to go to the Qianqing Palace to persuade Zhu Di to be merciful.

Even the twilight, which has always been very "Madonna", chose silence.

Li Liang is not dead yet.

On the day of the Shangyuan Festival, all the Jinyi guards were dispatched, and the Beijing camp was also fully armed to patrol the whole city: because tonight, Zhu Di, the emperor of Yongle, the son of the great tomorrow, will take Empress Xu to swim to the Shangyuan Lantern Festival to have fun with the people.

This will has long been announced, and everyone among the people knows about it, and even Zhu Di's parade route has been announced.

As if he was afraid that the assassin would not know how to find Zhu Di to assassinate.

So Jinyiwei and Jingying were nervous.

Qianqing Palace.

Zhu Di was lying on the floor, looking at some chapter folds page by page, his face was so black that he could drip.

Zheng He and Wang Shun stood next to them, both of whom were wearing swords, and Nanzhen Fusi Qianhu stood aside boredly at dusk, watching the sparrows chirping on the willow trees outside the window.

There are already catkins flying, the breeze is blowing, fluttering and sprinkling, like flying snow.

It's beautiful.

It's spring.

After a while, Ji Gang walked in with a middle-aged man who was wearing prison clothes and a little handsome, and saluted: "Your Majesty, Li Liang has already brought it." ”

Zhu Di closed the book and glanced at dusk.

Dusk stepped forward, "Li Liang, I only have one question, is it Mei Yin's order that you spread rumors in the city?" ”

If it was ordered by Mei Yin, it would be too terrible.

Mei Yin simply did it without a last resort.

Because of this rumor, the matter of sending troops to counterinsurgency dragged on for almost ten days, and when the counterinsurgency soldiers and horses arrived at the border of Fujian, I was afraid that Mei Yin's small court was already operating normally.

Li Liang smiled, "No. ”

Dusk was a little surprised, "You came up with the idea yourself, but haven't you thought about it, it's just a rumor, it can't stand up, sooner or later you will expose yourself, once exposed, there is only one fate waiting for you." ”

Die.

There is no other possibility.

Li Liang looked at Zhu Di on the couch, and suddenly laughed heartily, "In January of the Jiashen year, Mei Yin, the Duke of Rongguo, supported His Majesty to ascend the throne as emperor in Quanzhou Mansion, and announced that the world would crusade against the traitor Zhu Di, and the old ministers of the first emperor gathered to hear it. ”

After a pause, "Presumably in a few days, the news will spread all over the world!" ”

Zhu Di's face became more and more ugly.

I threw a chapter in my hand at Li Liang's feet, "Don't wait a few days, I have already received it today." ”

Li Liang picked it up and looked at it, and laughed out loud.

Sonic boom house.

Zhangzhi is from Jinhua Mansion, which is adjacent to Fujian.

There is only one thing: on January 11 of the year of Jiashen, Mei Yin arrived in Quanzhou Mansion, Fujian, according to spy news, Mei Yin will support Zhu Yunwen's youngest son Zhu Wengui, ascend the throne as the puppet emperor, and the year name is planned to be Shuntian.

Mei Yin moved quickly, and it only took more than half a month from his rebellion to his arrival in Fujian.

This almost meant that the small court was about to be erected.

Zhu Di looked at Li Liang coldly, "Jianwen is kind to you?" ”

Li Liang restrained his smile and shook his head.

Zhu Di asked again, "Mei Yin?" ”

Li Liang was silent for a while, and said: "In the eighteenth year of Hongwu, in the big water, there were teenagers who fled to return to virtue, begged for food, and were about to die, and were rescued by young people of the same age, returned home, ate and lived together, and then became a scholar. ”

looked at Zhu Di, "I'm just doing what the sages say. ”

Zhu Di sneered, "Qingqi, also worthy?" ”

Guide is Mei Yin's hometown, Mei Yin's uncle is Mei Sizu, Hou of Runan, who was quite meritorious in the early years, but because of Hu Weiyong's case, he was sat down and his family was killed.

So Mei Yin's life when he was a child was not good, just like Li Liang's words, there was food but no tea, clothes and no warm bed, just survived.

Li Liang laughed, "You are usurping the country and ascending to the great treasure, we will restore it, and justice will make it." ”

Dusk sighed on the side, "The merits have been passed for thousands of years, and future generations have judged, the current situation, inheriting the afterglow of Hongwu, and rebuilding the disadvantages of the text, it is the beginning of the well-being of all the people, the beginning of Yongle, and the trend of prosperity, a few years later, it is the glorious years, this is not the truth of the sages, but it is what the people of the world want, this is justice." ”

sighed again, "However, Mei Yin is gone, once the puppet regime is established, it will be a soldier, and then the beacon smoke will rise, Li Liang, do you dare to ask those Li people who have lost their families because of the counterinsurgency beacon smoke, do you dare to ask the parents, wives and daughters of those soldiers who died in the counterinsurgency war, what is justice and what is youthful?" ”

Li Liang sneered, "You are a minister, you also deserve to ask me?" ”

No way.

Li Liang, as half a scholar, is limited by Confucianism after all, unlike Dusk, who has a divine vision, and knows that Zhu Di is the future of the Ming Dynasty, so he always disapproves of Zhu Di.

Zhu Di slowly got up from the couch, and Zheng He and Wang Shun immediately followed him and walked with their swords.

Zhu Di came to Li Liang, glanced at Dusk, squeezed out a smile of appreciation on his ugly face, and immediately looked at Li Liang, "Dusk is right, your so-called green qi and justice are just your narrow inner self-righteousness, you don't know what the justice of the people and thousands of soldiers of the Ming Dynasty wants." I won't kill you for the time being, I will let you follow the dusk to quell the rebellion, let you witness the meaningless sacrifice of the soldiers for your bullshit justice, let you witness hundreds of people die because of your bullshit justice, that day, you go and tell them your justice, you go and tell them that you are loyal. ”

Wave your hand, "Down." ”

Li Liang was unruly, and after being escorted out of the Qianqing Palace, he was still scolding Zhu Di, and then the sound of Ji Gang embroidering the spring knife out of the sheath and Li Liang's indistinct screams were heard, and it was estimated that he was slapped by the embroidered spring knife.

Since His Majesty said not to kill, then not to kill.

But living sin is inevitable.

Of course, Li Liang was destined to die, and he would die a miserable death—not in the broad sense of the word, but in a state of mind, and when he witnessed the tragedies caused by the war, all his beliefs would collapse.

It's cruel than killing him outright.

Zhu Di's hand is extremely indifferent - killing people and punishing the heart.

Hearing Zhu Di's words, Dusk looked confused: "......"

Or do you want Lao Tzu to put down the rebellion?