Fireworks explode in the air, setting off the originally dark sky in a colorful way.

Zhu Youzhen looked up at the sky and quietly distracted. It's been almost a year since he came to this world, and occasionally he feels lonely, and the burden of the emperor on his body often makes him a little breathless. Recently, he has become a little moody, not knowing who to talk to about his emotions and how to release his stress.

At this moment, a hand grabbed his hand and pulled him back to reality.

And the owner of this hand is Zhou Yufeng on the side.

Feeling the temperature coming from her hand, Zhu Youzhen dissipated a trace of sorrow in his heart.

When he was a king, he did not take a concubine, and after he became an emperor, he did not choose a concubine. It's not that he's not lustful and he's not in the mood for the time being. Zhou Yufeng's legs are playing for the New Year, and it is less than a year now~

From the moment he came into this world, he was not alone. What he is holding is the first relative in this life. He wants to protect his relatives, his home.

Every day after the festival is closer to the New Year, and every household in the capital is preparing supplies for the New Year. There were many more people on the street than usual, shouting and bargaining, one after another. From time to time, there is also the laughter of these children. At this time, there has been no change in one's own life, what Jiannu, what Jurchen, in the eyes of the common people is not as good as the reality of a good year, because the New Year symbolizes hope.

Some people are happy and some people are worried, but the people who were taken away have not been released, and the factory guards guarding the surrounding houses have not been withdrawn. Hope will one day turn to despair.

I don't know whether to be happy or sorry, this day came quickly.

Twenty-ninth of the lunar month

The day before Chinese New Year's Eve.

Su Maoxiang, the secretary of the Criminal Department, Cao Sicheng, the left capital of the Imperial Palace, and Yao Shishen, the left Shaoqing of Dali Temple, once again joined hands in the palace to face the saint, presented the results of the case, and handed it over to His Majesty for final decision.

Zhu Youzhen opened the file.

Cui Chengxiu, the secretary of the military department and the imperial history of the left capital, beheaded and copied his family

Wu Chunfu, the secretary of the Ministry of Works, beheaded his family

Zhou Yingqiu, the secretary of the ministry, was exiled to his family

Li Kuilong, the deputy capital of the imperial history, beheaded and copied his home

Taichang Temple Qing Ni Wenhuan beheaded his home

Wei Liangqing, the Duke of Ningguo, beheaded his family

.......

The evidence collected by the West Factory is very sufficient, and Su Maoxiang and the three of them did not show favoritism, and all those who should behead and raid their homes will be beheaded and raided.

Zhu Youzhen stared at the file quietly for a while, as if he had made up his mind.

"Just follow the instructions above."

"Yes! Your Majesty! ”

"The beheading time is set for the first day of the first month."

What!??

Su Maoxiang and the three of them were so shocked that they couldn't close their mouths, but they didn't dare to say a word. There has never been any dynasty, no emperor would kill people on the day of the New Year!

Lose your marbles!

Your Majesty must be insane!

Finally, all the people who were waiting received such a message.

His Majesty set the beheading time on the first day of the first lunar month!

Convicted the day before Chinese New Year's Eve!

Beheaded on the first day of the first month!

Unheard of, unseen!

The Donglin Party, which has been persecuted for a long time, celebrated one after another.

The people of the capital ran into the streets cheering one after another, and some took out the New Year's firecrackers in advance and put them off.

Those officials who are not upright have a consensus.

The new king is thirsty for killing!

Jingnai was silent, and even the imperial history who was keen on speaking in the past was collectively dumbfounded, and no one really wanted to die.

Those who sent money to Wang Chengen came to him one after another! Wang Chengen's explanation for this is:

We can't help it! Originally, the three tribes of Yi finally begged His Majesty for mercy and only punished the evil.

Believe it or not. As for the money? What money?

As for those civil and military officials who have invested, they dare not squeak. At the beginning, Your Majesty borrowed money to pay you all the money, and now you dare to say that you were deceived by Wei Zhongxian?

The first year of Chongzhen

The first day of the first month

Imperial Palace

The Great Pilgrimage

This is the day when the civil and military ministers and the envoys of the Siyi Dynasty give congratulatory gifts to the emperor.

It was already past the hour of the early dynasty, and His Majesty had not yet come, but no one in the hall spoke. Many of the places in the front row that should have been standing were empty at the moment.

Tian Ergeng stood quietly in the main hall, and the people around him looked at him like monsters!

Why is he still standing here!

Isn't he supposed to be on his knees in Nishishi waiting to be beheaded? How are you standing here?

Tian Ergeng felt all kinds of eyes from everyone, and sneered in his heart.

Can't think of it, right? As long as you are loyal to your majesty, you can continue to enjoy the glory and wealth, and you don't even understand this truth when you are old.

With a flash of his eyes, he found that His Majesty was slowly walking towards the throne and hurriedly straightened up. The civil and military ministers of the Manchu Dynasty also straightened their backs unconsciously.

Zhu Youzhen sat on the wooden chair of the golden carved dragon, quietly listened to the drums, and watched the hundred officials kneel and congratulate, and saluted like a ritual.

After the ceremony.

"Hooray, hooray, hooray."

Zhu Youzhen raised his hand.

"Today is a special day, the first day of the first year of Chongzhen, and it is also New Year's Day. But unfortunately, there are fewer people who want to go to court earlier than the last time. I won't say more. Wang accompanied the companion and read out the charges of the person who was beheaded today. ”

Then, Wang Chengen's voice echoed in the hall.

A person's name and a charge were announced to the public through Wang Chengen's mouth.

"After today, there must be people whispering in private. Say that I am a tyrant, say that I hurt the peace of the heavens, and say that I don't follow the rules. I hope that you will think about why you are standing in this court before you talk about it! Think about why they are not in the court at the moment! Before you do something, think about what you should and shouldn't do in your position under your butt. Otherwise, they will be your fate! ”

After saying that, he turned around and left the main hall.

"Retreat~"

After Wang Chengen's shout, the ministers walked out of the hall with mixed feelings. In previous years, His Majesty was in charge of the food, but this year I won't mention it. Let's go home and eat dumplings.

When the ministers came all the way to the noon gate, there was a sudden commotion, and an official who was walking in front suddenly weakened his legs and sat down on the ground. Everyone behind him stepped forward curiously and followed the former's dull gaze. Between the noon gates, there was a row of tables on the left and right.

There was a human head on the table, and there were more than forty of them at a rough count.

There are bold people who look at them one by one, Cui Chengxiu, Tian Ji, Wu Chunfu... Familiar faces with different expressions. Relief, fear, anger, and so on. But they all have one common feature, their faces and heads are stained with filth. They were all thrown by the people when they were parading through the streets.

The ministers were frightened, and one by one they didn't dare to stay, and hurried forward with their heads down.

Not long after, in the warm pavilion of the Qianqing Palace, Lu Jiude reported to Zhu Youzhen about the scene that happened outside the noon gate.

Zhu Youzhen sneered.

"It's good to know that you're afraid. Wang Banban, you come to draw up the purpose. ”

"Yes!"

"Fan Jingwen was promoted to the secretary of the Ministry of Industry and a scholar of the Middle Pole Temple, and entered the cabinet.

He was promoted to the rank of Household Secretary and Scholar of the Pole Palace, and entered the cabinet.

Lu Zhenfei was promoted to a scholar of Wuyingdian University and entered the cabinet.

Jiang Dejing was promoted to a scholar of Wenyuan Pavilion and joined the cabinet.

Ma Shiying was promoted to a scholar of Dongge University and joined the cabinet.

Wang Yongguang was promoted to the secretary of the ministry.

Promoted Li Banghua to the secretary of the Ministry of War.

Promoted Ni Yuanlu to the left waiter of the household department.

Xu Guangqi was promoted to the left servant of the Ministry of Industry, Wang Zheng was promoted to the right waiter of the Ministry of Industry, Zhou Kangeng was the chief of the water Qing officer, Sun Yuan was the secretary of Yu Hengqing of the Ministry of Chemical Industry, and Bi Maokang was the outer lang of the secretary of Yu Hengqing.

Promoted Huang Daozhou to be the head of the household department, Qian Qianyi to be the left waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and Jiang Yueguang to be the right waiter of the Ministry of Rites.

...”