From Yang Fan's point of view, Zhu Youzhen died nine years early. This is already out of the trajectory of history, so everything after that becomes difficult to say. From the perspective of the tomb keeper, the Ming Dynasty has been exhausted, and in the next era, even if the Son of Heaven surnamed Zhu is still in the court, the rise of Yang Fan is inevitable, otherwise, the country will be overturned, and it will be in danger. From the perspective of the blind old man, the emperor star is dim, and the stars gather spirits and complement each other, and Yang Fan is the general star.

In the final analysis, Yang Fan is undoubtedly Zhu Youzhen's first assistant minister. So since Yang Fan's success is inevitable, Zhu Youzhen has to pave the way for his son.

On the evening of that day, the wind gradually rose, and Zhu Youzhen dragged the sick body, and with the support of the big red robe, he climbed the coal mountain. It was dark, and his eyes were blind, and he could not see anything, and he sighed. "You say, I, should I gamble on this?"

The big red robe bowed humbly, even Zhu Youzhen couldn't see it. "The old slave never felt that the saint was gambling. Since ancient times, the Son of Heaven chose ministers, Yang Fan dared to have two hearts, and the old slave naturally dared to kill the little master. ”

"Wanshou Mountain, which emperor can really live forever? Come back, it's time for me to go back and get ready. A smile appeared on Zhu Youzhen's face again, but there was really helplessness in this smile. If I don't gamble, I'll suffer my people! ”

After Zhu Youzhen returned to the palace, he wrote an edict.

The first spring rain of the Beijing Division, the night rain reached the capital. The lights in the palace were depressed, and Zhu Youzhen's face turned blue. Zhou's relatives came over, and Zhu Youzhen was drinking in the palace. Zhou's face is not makeup today, he is dressed in plain clothes, and he looks prepared. Tears flowed down both cheeks.

Zhu Youzhen also left tears and said: "You are the mother of the country." He deserves to be martyred. "He can't be alive by the Zhou family. The lord and the young mother, this is a scene he does not want to see. There are too many such lessons in history, so Zhou must die.

Zhou also cried and said: "The concubine has been from the saint for nine years, the saint has not listened to the concubine, today the saint ordered the concubine to die, how dare the concubine disobey." After that, he untied his belt and hanged himself. Those eyes. kept looking at Zhu Youzhen. The pain caused by the toxin had already made Zhu Youzhen's face begin to swell.

"Holy Lord, the concubine is here."

Zhu Youzhen couldn't see it, but he could hear the voice, and he couldn't hear Zhou's sound, so he sighed: "You can also go with the queen." In order to leave a clear road for his son, Zhu Youzhen is using his last resort to remove all obstacles. Several concubines in the palace hanged themselves one by one.

Zhu Youzhen's eldest daughter. He was also put to death in the temple. After doing all this, Zhu Youzhen sat straight on the dragon chair like a zombie, and the toxin began to attack his heart. The heart-rending pain caused his hands to scratch at his chest. The Great Purge in the Palace is terrifying. All the concubines, all who were called. All of them were urged to commit suicide, and some were even directly beheaded. In this palace. There were cries everywhere.

Hundreds of officials were ordered to wait for the decree in the Emperor's Palace, and today's hall is extremely dignified. Xun Qi was all summoned to the imperial court, Zhou Kui and Tian Hong were Qi Ran, lest Zhu Youzhen would be ordered to die. The dictatorship of foreign relatives was also not uncommon in the previous dynasties.

Once the son of heaven and a courtier, after cleaning the palace, it is natural to clean the court. Wise, such as Li Dao and Sun Chengzong, they have long returned to their hometowns and naturally escaped the catastrophe. The changes in the cabinet and the six ministries seem to have been completely cleaned. This night, the sky changed.

The brocade guards came out one after another, and lists, bottles of poison, and white silk were all given into the main hall. They will not live today, and they will not wait until the dawn of day, and they will die. If Zhu Youzhen dies, the people of the Donglin Party will definitely point the finger at Yang Fan, and it will be difficult to control the overall situation.

What one doesn't want to live. However, when the poison and white silk fell, the Huangji Hall became the Senluo Palace, and the tragedy was born. Those Confucian scholars who kept saying words of loyalty and patriotism only showed their true faces at this time.

"Nope! I can't die! Zhang Zhifa trembled, looking at the new ministers and emperors who were not given death and stood in the court, "You ...... You guys...... If the king's side is not cleared, how can the old minister die! ”

"Yes, yes." Originally, those Wenchen who had already taken medicine or hanged themselves seemed to have found a lifesaver. If one person resists, ten will resist. The officials of the department were iron-clad, raised their eyebrows coldly, and said: "It must be you rebellious ministers and thieves who are trying in vain to control the government and kill people." I want to see the Holy One! ”

"That's right! We want to see the Holy One! ”

In the main hall, the Donglin ministers began to resist. The night rain is miserable, and the spring rain brings out the desolation of the autumn rain. The big red robe floated in, and said coldly: "The Holy God let you be martyred because he can afford you." Why, do you want our family to do it ourselves? Cao Huachun looked at these Donglin ministers who refused to die and wanted to clear the monarch's side.

"What did we do wrong, and why did the Holy One want me to die? If we die unjustly like this, how can we be worthy of the emperor's entrustment? His Majesty the Emperor of the Apocalypse is covered with dust, does the Holy Lord also have to learn such a mediocre way, kill loyal ministers, and ruin the Ming Dynasty? ”

The big red robe agitated, Cao Huachun raised his eyebrows, and shouted: "Presumptuous! Is this saying in the fashion book that the saint is a faint king today? You and others do not talk about the country one by one, but also squeeze out and suppress other parties, which is self-righteous. Come on, send Shiheng fashion books a ride! ”

A brocade guard went to the hall and directly strangled Shi Heng to death with white silk. There are more and more screams in the hall, one by one the "martyred" Donglin Party members, are they wrong? There may be, but if you really ask from the heart, people will not be destroyed for themselves. They have also done what they should do for officials and ministers, and they can only blame their governing philosophy for not matching Yang Fan.

Since he wants to pave the way for Yang Fan for the queen, Zhu Youzhen's imperial technique is ruthless.

On the top of the Heart Cultivation Palace, Zhu Youzhen was half-lying on the bed, and now except for the three princes, the palace and the palace have been washed in blood, and corpses are being collected everywhere. Zhu Youzhen's breathing became short, and his face turned from blue to purple, but he refused to close his eyes, as if he was waiting for something. Three princes in the palace, one has just been born, and two are only six or seven years old, indeed, such a child is in charge, and he has no opinions, either the main mother is in charge, or the dictatorship of his relatives, Zhu Youzhen is ruthless and has done it thoroughly.

The big red robe is a knife today. A very sharp knife. The palace is full of corpses, once given white silk, the living celebrate more than one year. Not only in the outer court, but also in the Jinyi Guard, the Governor's Mansion, and those who were involved in the Donglin Party, were given death. Afterwards, they will be crowned with loyal ministers and martyrs, and the supreme integrity of martyrdom and accompanying the king, however, whether they are willing to die is another matter. (To be continued.) )