"How can this be justified, how can it be justified? Does he still have me as an emperor in his eyes? ”

Wanli Emperor Zhu Yijun threw a blue and white porcelain vase on the ground, and his eyes almost spewed out tongues of fire.

"Your Majesty, take care of the dragon's body."

The chamberlain Xiao Anzi knelt down in front of Zhu Yijun and cried.

"This kind of thing he actually went to the inner palace to show the Queen Mother without authorization, and then came to see me with the Queen Mother, one sang with a red face and the other with a white face, hahahaha"

Zhu Yijun laughed insolently, and two lines of tears crossed the corners of his eyes.

When he wanted to establish power, Shen Lun was arrested and imprisoned and died unjustly. When he wanted to be gracious, what kind of He Ziang was rewarded, and he Zhang Juzheng was the emperor, right? So what else do you tell me to do? He can decide however he wants. ”

The long-term suppression from Zhang Juzheng caused Zhu Yijun to completely explode, and he roared hysterically like a beast wounded by a shot.

"They all say that I am the Son of Heaven, but where do I have the appearance of the Son of Heaven? It's my queen who was chosen by them, and they all chose it."

Zhu Yijun stood up suddenly, and ran wildly in the hall like crazy, so frightened that Xiao Anzi followed behind his buttocks, for fear that His Majesty the Emperor would make a mistake and fall.

"Why don't I give up this throne to King Lu, and I will be an idle prince, isn't it more comfortable than being a puppet?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Anzi was so frightened that he fell to his knees and couldn't stop kowtowing.

"Zhang Juzheng, Zhang Juzheng!"

Zhu Yijun clenched his fists suddenly.

"You can say black as white and white as black. But don't forget that the surname of this world is Zhu, that is, I can't cure you, my younger brother and son can also cure you. If you do many acts of injustice, you will kill yourself, and if you do many acts of injustice, you will kill yourself."

Jingshi Zhang's Mansion, Inner House.

On the spring bench in the flower hall was a man about thirty years old. The man was very fat, and his back was twice as wide as the spring stool, and it was very funny to lie on the spring stool.

His hands and feet were tied to the stool, and even a hemp rope was tied around his waist, like a dead pig.

On each side of the spring stool stood a big man with a big shoulder and a round waist, each holding a bamboo slab, waiting quietly.

"Rebel, you are going to kill the old man and the Zhang family."

Zhang Juzheng's beard trembled, and he almost roared.

"Dad, my son knows that he is wrong. The son only opened two more corner doors, and there were only seven doors in total. ”

Zhang Juzheng scolded angrily: "Seven, seven doors, aren't you enough?" That's the royal rule. If you open two more doors, the Father will not be able to keep you! ”

The nine doors can only be used by the Son of Heaven, which means the honor of the ninety-five.

Even if you are as expensive as the prince, you can't open nine doors in the mansion, otherwise it will be a trespass of etiquette and a suspicion of rebellion.

"What's even more infuriating is that you actually moved a three-party rockery in the courtyard and dug a pool. Three mountains and one pool, this is the system of the emperor. Fortunately, no one saw it, otherwise the Zhang family would have been ruined by you. ”

Zhang Juzheng was really angry, and he almost fainted in anger.

Most of the 'incriminating evidence' recorded by the Liao king in the ledger is true. This is all thanks to his precious eldest son Zhang Jingxiu.

Two years ago, he handed over the task of renovating the Zhang Mansion in Jiangling to his eldest son, thinking that his son would be able to do things properly, but who would have thought that it would almost cause a catastrophe.

Fortunately, Ning Xiu accidentally got this account book and handed it over to Mao Xiu, otherwise he really didn't dare to imagine that King Liao would make any crazy moves.

Although he also instructed He Ziang to make the impeachment recital, he changed the details again and again to ensure that he would only hurt his muscles and not move his bones.

Things like transgression of etiquette depend entirely on how you say it. If it is serious, it is a crime of rebellion, and if it is light, it is just that a young man is ignorant and has caused some trouble.

He can block his son once, but he can't block it for a lifetime. If the son is really so uncomfortable, it is better to be a rich man honestly, and don't prepare for any imperial examinations.

"Dad, is it so scary? The son was also picked up by his friends, so he added two rockeries. ”

Zhang Jingxiu said with a crying voice.

"Rebel, rebel! You still dare to quibble. ”

"Dad, if it's really that terrible, hurry up and repair a letter and ask the third brother to remove the other two rockeries. Otherwise, if someone finds out, what will it be? ”

"If everything was waiting for you to worry about, the Zhang family would have been finished a long time ago." Zhang Juzheng took a deep breath and said, "Mao Xiu has already filled up your pool and smashed the rockery. ”

Zhang Jingxiu rolled his eyes when he heard this: "Dad, the third brother is too loser." Obviously, he only needs to remove the two rockeries, why did he smash them. ”

Zhang Juzheng was really angry at this time, and he glared at Zhang Jingxiu fiercely: "Take care of yourself first." Come on, peel off his pants for me and beat him hard. ”

The two servants of the Zhang Mansion glanced at each other, then reached out and pulled off Zhang Jingxiu's pants.

Zhang Jingxiu still wanted to struggle, but he was firmly tied up and how could he move, so he had to close his eyes, as if this obedient and ugly thing had not happened.

"Hit, beat me hard, beat this rebel to death!"

The two servants of the Zhang family knew that the master was angry, so they naturally would not kill him, but they would not leave their strength, but they used ninety percent of their strength.

Young Master Zhang is pampered on weekdays, when has he tasted the taste of bamboo slabs, and he shouted in pain before the fifth board.

The two servants lifted the board high and fell mercilessly.

After twenty boards, Young Master Zhang's buttocks were high and swollen, and after thirty boards, he broke the bloody hole.

The two servants took advantage of the situation to wipe the wound of Young Master Zhang with a bamboo board, so that the flesh and blood on his entire buttocks were blurred.

In fact, Young Master Zhang's ass was just broken, and it wasn't rotten at all. But this is extremely terrifying, and even Zhang Juzheng was shocked.

He was born as a minister, of course he had never seen such a scene, he just thought that his son was really open, and his heart was very painful.

This is really hitting the child's body, and it hurts in the father's heart.

But this rebel has caused such a catastrophe, if he doesn't beat him well, maybe he will make any crazy moves, and really let the entire Zhang family bury him at that time?

Thinking of this, Zhang Juzheng's soft heart hardened again.

He waved his hand and said, "Don't stop, keep fighting!" ”

The two domestic servants had no choice but to continue to swing the board for execution, but this time it only took seventy percent of their strength.

But after all, Young Master Zhang already had blood on his buttocks, and even if he hit more than 20 boards with seven points, he fainted in pain.

Now Zhang Juzheng can't stand it. He glared at the two servants fiercely, and scolded: "What are you doing in a daze, why don't you untie the eldest young master and carry him to the house?" Go and ask Lang Zhong to come! ”

The two looked at each other, very helpless.

You are the one who told us to beat us hard, and you are the one who told us to stop quickly.

What do you want, sir?

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