Jiangxi Jianchang Mansion, Yiwang Mansion, here was the residence of King Jingxian Zhu Zhanqi, because he had no children, and later became the residence of his sixth son King Yi when he came to Xianzong.

Like any royal city, there is also an ancestral shrine in the Yiwang Mansion, at this time, the fifth generation of Yiwang Zhu Yijun is kneeling alone in the ancestral shrine, although all the doors and windows are closed airtightly, he is still trembling.

"The ancestors and the ancestors are on top, the descendants are not filial, since the throne, only know how to sit and eat Zonglu, has not been the slightest worry about the state affairs, today because of the Heng clan rebellion, today is furious, so that the Qin sent out, investigate the clan personal relations officials, although the unfilial descendants are incompetent, but also know the court law, have not had too much interaction with the officials, but, it is inevitable that there will always be intersections, if, if the current investigation, the descendants ......"

For Zhu Yijun, who has just succeeded to the throne for a few months, he now even wants to die, Jiajing 25 years his father Zai died, he was only 11 years old at the time, and then his grandfather was named Prince Fengyi, and was named a grandson. This has just happened to the throne, can he not be nervous?

More importantly, he did have a "personal friendship" with officials, and the so-called "personal friendship" was actually nothing more than often inviting magistrates and local gentry to the palace to participate in poetry meetings and appreciate poetry and paintings. It's not a matter of putting this aside, after all, apart from being obsessed with poetry and painting, what can they do as vassal kings? Is it possible to be intoxicated with dancing and get a gun?

But now, the Heng clan is in turmoil, and the emperor wants to thoroughly investigate the "personal friendship" between the feudal king and the officials, and those exchanges in the past are "private friendships", and the poems left by those poems are evidence.

After learning the news, how could he not be nervous, he believed that it was just that the minister of Qin sent to Jianchang Mansion would inevitably knock him into the high wall of the central capital, not only because of "ironclad evidence", but because he was a descendant of Emperor Xianzong, and like Heng Fan, they were all close branches of today, and there was no heir today, if someone made a rebellion, they would still pull out the descendants of Xianzong as signboards, just like Heng Domain, so how could the emperor let them go.

The high walls of Zhongdu, that was already the best result, and he didn't even dare to think about that kind of day when he thought of being abused from now on. In fact, even if he was imprisoned in the high wall, how could he be allowed to survive, at most three or five years, or as soon as two or three years, and he would be killed by the lieutenant officials, so that the emperor would be at ease.

It's better to be dead.

Die......

Death is death!

It's better to die like this than to live in a high wall for the rest of your life!

But just died like this, what an unwillingness! Moreover, he Zhu Yijun didn't do anything wrong, and he didn't have ambitions, in fact, how could a vassal king like him who was like a prisoner have any ambitions.

But he couldn't do anything to save it.

life, as if it was a big joke with him.

When he had just succeeded to the throne, a sudden change was about to take away everything from him......

Let's die!

It's all over the place!

Looking at the bowl of medicinal wine on the table, the wine was filled with arsenic, he should have held the wine glass in his hand and chanted poems with everyone, but now, this wine is a step-intestinal wine......

"Hey......"

With a long sigh, Zhu Yijun trembled his hands and picked up the bowl.

Smelling the wine in the bowl, he thought of his son.

Will the emperor let Chang Qian go?

What if after he died, even Chang Qian was thrown into the high wall?

Yes, even if he died, Yi Fan was still there!

Yifan...... Can the emperor tolerate the Yi Domain?

"The King's ......"

The voice of the internal official outside the door startled Zhu Yijun. His hand shook involuntarily, and he almost spilled more than half of the medicinal wine.

Hurriedly putting the bowl back on the table, Zhu Yijun settled down and asked:

"What?"

"There was a messenger from the Nanjing Letter Bureau who sent a letter to the king."

The messenger of Nanjing?

Zhu Yijun was stunned in his heart, and then listened to the internal official outside the door say again.

"He said that there was a fire in Nanjing......

Burning letters?

Zhu Yijun was full of doubts, who would send him a burning letter?

Who will send him a burning letter from Nanjing at this time? A letter like that would cost you a hundred taels of silver.

At this time, Zhu Yijun didn't want to see anyone, nothing was going to help, and he knew that he would die, but now he even had the idea of burning down the Yiwang Mansion and going to see the ancestors and ancestors with the whole family.

But because of curiosity, he still put down the medicinal wine casually, and then walked to the door and opened half of the door.

"Where is the letter?"

The internal official held a burned letter in both hands and handed it to Zhu Yijun.

When mailing urgent letters, the Civil Information Bureau needs to burn off the corner of the envelope, taking the meaning of rapid delivery, to show that the porter messenger is expediting the express. In fact, the porters all take fast horses to deliver letters day and night, even if it is more urgent than the government's 800 miles, it is not slower.

Tearing open the envelope, Zhu Yijun couldn't help but be stunned.

"Huh, what is this?"

The letter contained a newspaper.

"This is Ming Pao, this ......"

Although the envelope was empty, there was only such a newspaper, but looking at the paper in the newspaper, and a few random strokes on the paper, his breathing still became a little short.

"This, this, first, sir remember my ......"

In an instant, Zhu Yijun was so excited that he almost didn't shed tears, although the letter was not signed or spoken, but these few simple strokes of Wenzhu made him immediately understand who delivered the letter, it was Lu Tiaoyang!

When Lu Tiaoyang passed by Jianchang last year, he once instructed him to write poems and paintings for two days, and what he was given to him when he left was a pair of bamboos.

Undoubtedly, this letter must have been sent by Lu Xiansheng.

Why did he hand over this burning letter?

Could it be that he wants to save himself?

Suddenly, Zhu Yijun's eyes widened, he stared at the article in the newspaper, he couldn't speak for a long time, and looked carefully at the article in the newspaper, Zhu Yijun's eyebrows raised, and then he said to himself.

"W-is this going to work?"

After hesitating, he saw the bowl of medicinal wine on the table, and thinking of the previous decision, Zhu Yijun pinched the newspaper in his hand, and made a hoarse sound in his throat.

"Tell the chief to come here, I want to see him!"

Soon Su Bingrui came in, he was the chief of the palace and an official of the imperial court, although he had the responsibility of monitoring the vassal king, but after more than 20 years of being the chief of the palace, Su Bingrui had long regarded himself as a person in the palace, in fact, most of the people who were beaten to the palace as officials were like him, and they were unwilling in the court. Because of this, as soon as he entered the house, Zhu Yijun told him everything about it.

"This is sent by Lu Ge Lao's order?"

Looking at the king, Su Bingrui looked quite surprised.

"What do you think, what does Mr. Lu mean by sending a newspaper?"

Looking at the king, Su Bingrui did not answer. He glanced down at the newspaper in his hand again, and after a long time, he spoke.

"Yi Feng Nanyang as a prince...... What do you think, my lord? ”