The stars and moon fade, and the dawn breaks.

Zhao Chen closed his eyes and was about to get up, when a sound of wings flapping came into his ears, and snow-white carrier pigeons flew in.

Yingchun finally sent back the news-

Zhao Chen summoned Chu Yuan, handed over the note, and said, "Catch it alive, don't disturb the victims, and send me a message." ”

After Chu Yuan retreated, she rubbed her face, sobered herself up, got up and walked out.

"General Tang, give the battalion an order to transfer troops." She ignored the other party's stunned and then happy expression, and lightly ordered, "Order them to be the prefect of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Tongzhi... Take them all, and ban them for a mile outside the government office..."

Tang Chengliang didn't ask her what she was going to do at all, he responded again and again, and ran away with his eyebrows raised.

Zhao Chen exhaled a long breath, his hand inadvertently landed on the imperial sword hanging from his waist, paused, and slowly clenched.

Although the other party's move brought trouble, it also made her realize that the political envoy must be involved in something, so that the other party would not hesitate to incite the disaster victims to delay her.

dragged until the officials of the Third Division rushed to Jiangnan, she could no longer continue the private trial... Now is the time to be faster than whom-

An hour later, when the white dove flew back again, Zhao Chen said softly: "Open the door!" ”

Tang Chengliang didn't want to stop him, "The transferred soldiers are still waiting nearby, let's call them over first-"

"Open the door..."Zhao Chen repeated lightly, turning to him, "General Tang, you should go back and relearn military law." ”

Tang Chengliang froze, and his face was suddenly unnatural.

Of course he understands the military order, but he has never regarded Zhao Chen as the decision-maker of the order...

Thinking of Meng Yong's several exhortations in the letter, he gritted his teeth and shouted: "Let the outside be ready, stop me!" ”

In a moment, the overwhelmed door was slowly opened, and the deafening noise outside poured in.

The soldiers who had lost their support in front of the door retreated one after another, and were slammed into the gate by the victims for a few steps before they struggled to stop.

"Dog officer! You dog officials..."Seeing the gate open, the victims couldn't hold back their anger and shouted one after another.

Zhao Chen pushed aside Tang Chengliang, who was blocking her, and said to the one who shouted the loudest: "The dog officials you said are all in prison now, and I am here to interrogate their supervising imperial history, Zhao Chen." ”

The strong man snorted angrily, rushed forward with all his might, and shouted, "What are you locked up in?" Still fooling us! ”

Zhao Chen glanced at the soldiers who were becoming more and more struggling, and raised his voice: "You guys stand back first, I can go out and talk to you." ”

Tang Chengliang was shocked, and hurriedly reached out to pull her, but she used her backhand to open the scabbard.

The victims didn't react for a while, but the strong man spoke first: "Stop playing tricks!" There's nothing to talk about, or justice doesn't come, we can ask for it ourselves! ”

"That's right! We ask for ——! ourselves The victims cried out in unison, their faces full of grief and indignation.

"How? Rebellion? Zhao Chen asked coldly, limping to the strong man, "Regardless of his wife and children, he left his head and went out to be a thief?" ”

She sneered, "You robbed grain stores, pharmacies, and the granaries of the government... What's the difference with a robber, is it to seek justice, or to make excuses for greed? ”

Turning to the strong man, "And you, it feels good to take so many people to surround the government and give orders to them, right?" ”

The strong man's face turned purple and he roared angrily: "Obviously, you don't treat us as human beings, why can't we make our own decisions?" Can't find a way to survive yourself? ”

"Why are we cheap? It's up to you to kill! His expression was shattered, and his emotions broke down.

Grief and indignation spread, and the victims were full of relatives, sobbing mixed with gnashing of teeth.

Zhao Chen looked at the crowd, waved back the soldiers in front of him, limped out, and stopped beside the strong man.

The news sent back by Yingchun explained the causes and consequences.

The reason why these people gathered all beings in chaos when she strictly ordered that food and medicine should not be treated harshly was because of blood feuds.

Some of the relatives of the nearly 1,000 victims were ordered to be burned alive on the grounds that smallpox was too sick to be saved, but not all of them were actually infected...

But in order for them to get out of control, send people to incite, to take advantage of their hatred, and this sensitive period.

Looking at the victims who began to approach him, Zhao Chen said slowly: "There are nearly a thousand elite soldiers waiting for the Jiangsu and Zhejiang battalions nearby... Whatever the reason, it's impossible for you to rebel—"

The strong man grabbed her shirt violently, his eyes were red as if they were dripping blood, "It's easy to kill us, and we're not afraid!" We are dead, and there are still hundreds of thousands of victims in Jiangnan! ”

Zhao Chen waved his hand to stop Tang Chengliang and the others, and continued: "I can't let you rebel, and people can't be resurrected after death, the only thing I can do is to help you seek so-called justice." ”

Before the strong man and the victims understood, Zhao Chen waved his hand and ordered, and soon, a team of soldiers appeared outside the crowd, and it was the prefect of Jiangsu and Zhejiang who were escorted by them.

"You capture our people!" The strong man was emotional when he saw several of the victims who were being made by Yingchun and Chu Yuan.

"Your people?" Zhao Chen sneered, "You better open your eyes and see clearly!" ”

Before the words fell, Yingchun and they let go of the people who were disguised as disaster victims, those people didn't have time to think, and they were about to escape, Yingchun and others intercepted them, and those people were not bad...

This not only shocked those victims, but also made Zhao Chen sure that the incitement of the victims this time would never be planned by the prime minister.

The strong man gradually froze, and his hand unconsciously loosened.

Zhao Chen brushed his shirt casually and said, "Bring someone over!" ”

The prefects of Jiangsu and Zhejiang and others were escorted to the front.

"They are the ones who ordered your loved ones to be burned." Zhao Chen said lightly, "You don't need to ask for justice. ”

Countless hostile eyes came, almost wanting to be devoured alive, causing those officials to struggle and shrink, "Prince Wu, Prince Wu!" Even if we are guilty, we should go to jail... It's not here..."

The strong man also came back to his senses, his eyes full of hatred, "What kind of justice is this?" We are going to pay with blood! Let you judge? At court one hand will wash the other! They'll be wearing this dog's skin again soon! ”

It seems that everyone thinks so, the victims, the officials, the people who designed this unrest—

Zhao Chen shook his head and whispered to himself: "Didn't they all confess their sins just now?" What is there to trivial..."

The sword was unsheathed, and it wiped the neck of the prefect of Jiangsu and Zhejiang, who was still shouting, without stopping, and the next one, blood splattered.

Simplicity and brutality are most effective at this time, and as for the consequences...

Zhuang Wei, who was watching in the dark, twitched the corners of his eyes, forcibly suppressed his movements, and killed officials... This is no longer bold -

Zhao Chen killed those officials with his own hands, rubbed his bloodstained hands on his body, and said: "Oh, justice is here, now stop a little, and follow the officers and soldiers to settle..."

"There are those who take advantage of the opportunity to cause chaos... Whoever is killed is killed, and this king doesn't mind killing some more rebels with iron hearts—"

In the stunned and dazed confusion of the victims, nearly a thousand elite soldiers gathered around, the heavy armor glowed with the cold light of the forest, and the snow-bright blades were unsheathed together.

Only then did Zhao Chen call another political envoy and hand over all the mess to him, while he walked out of the crowd.

There was a person there, sitting quietly on a wheeled cart, wearing a green shirt and hat, and it was difficult to hide the smiling eyebrows and eyes-