Brunei, Royal Palace

At this time, the Brunei Royal Palace was not the famous Nuroiman Palace, but it was much more luxurious than the grass huts and wooden sheds where the surrounding civilians lived. The fine marble floors are lined with Arabesque-style buildings, especially the huge onion heads.

Zhu Qiongying sat on the golden chair, looking at the victory of this battle, and under the imperial case were two long legs overlapping together.

In fact, the entire Nanming Dynasty can't get together many serious eight books, and most people's understanding of the emperor is still at the level of working with a gold hoe, a fritter shop on the left hand, and a baked cake shop on the right hand. These people had never seen a dragon robe or a dragon chair.

Zhu Qiongying's dragon robe was actually changed from the costumes in the juggling team, and as for the so-called dragon chair, it was a chair painted with gold paint, but the officials of Nanming preferred to call it a "golden chair".

Zhu Qiongying herself felt that the costume was too hot, so she thinned it and cut it short, so the civil and military ministers standing in the audience could take in the scenery under the skirt faintly in their eyes.

But the dagger and pistol on the leggings are hardly glamorous, especially the queen's reputation for murder makes people dare not have the slightest evil intentions.

These officials in Nanming are either from gangs, or pirates or rogues, or they are "piglets" who were rescued by Her Majesty the Queen, and there are also some homeless people who can't survive and depressed charlatans, in short, there is a magnet between the knee and the ground, and kneeling has almost become the instinct of these people.

Zhu Qiongying didn't like others to bow down to her, so she issued an edict that all military officers were exempted from kneeling, and also sent a futon to everyone, wanting these ministers to sit and deliberate.

However, at the court meeting the next day, Nanming's officials still knelt on the ground with hula and lala. Later, Liu Dadao and a group of brave generals joined, and these warriors were very contemptuous of the so-called "literati".

"You just have soft knees, Lao Tzu kneels to the sky, kneels to the ground, kneels to his parents at home, I won't kneel if others ask me to kneel, let alone not let me kneel. Don't compare me to you softbones! ”

Having said that, one of the civil officials handed over the futon.

"General Liu, Your Majesty rewards you."

Liu Dadao threw the futon out, and then let out a bold statement.

"Lao Tzu will give you an example today, even if the king of heaven Lao Tzu comes, I will not kneel!"

A group of warriors around cheered one after another, these people were already unrestrained, and at this time, someone took the lead and was naturally willing to echo it.

Suddenly, the entire hall was in chaos, and the civil official group did not blink an eyelid, but just knelt quietly on their futon.

Then a shrill voice sounded.

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

As soon as he heard this voice, Liu Dadao immediately jumped up in the air, bent his knees and swooped towards his futon.

That's right! This is the legendary slippery kneeling!

The military generals who were still noisy just now were stunned for a moment, and with a voice of "Long live my emperor, long live, long live!" ”

Everyone suddenly realized, and then began to frantically look for their futon, kneeling and echoing in unison, but they did not have Liu Dadao's skills, and the scene was very chaotic and embarrassing for a while.

The civil officials on the side laughed disdainfully, and Zhiyun, as the prime minister, couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that the recreation of the prosperous era of the Ming Dynasty is a long road."

Then Zhu Qiongying entered the main hall, and there were three guillotines that came in, carved with dragon heads, tiger heads, and dog heads.

This made the atmosphere in the hall instantly cold, and the military officials felt that their throats were tight, and they wanted to loosen their collars, but they didn't have the guts.

These usually high-spirited civil officials and military generals are like a flock of frightened ostriches at this time, eager to bury their heads in the futon.

"Please be even." Zhu Qiongying's tone was indifferent and cold, obviously she was not very happy.

The civil and military officials of Nanming raised their heads one after another, and as soon as they saw that the queen's face was not good, they knew that this court meeting was probably going to kill people again.

While praying in their hearts not to shout at themselves, these adults secretly cursed in their hearts which bastard chose to hold a big court meeting on the third day of the first month, and every time the queen would be in a very bad mood on that day.

In fact, the Great Dynasty of the Southern Ming Dynasty is held once a month, mainly because the transportation is inconvenient and there is no need for that.

Zhu Qiongying saw that everyone was looking at each other, so she spoke first.

"Do you have something to do?"

The civil and military officials of Nanming continued to stare at each other, because although she had won a big victory in Mala Harbor a few days ago, Her Majesty herself did not seem to be very happy, and no one wanted to touch this mold.

When she saw the silent ministers in the audience, a nameless fire rose in her heart.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, I'll do it. Wen Lichang! ”

"The minister is here."

Wen Lichang is the prefect of Zaiyan Mansion, and there are only twenty-eight mansions in Nanming at this time, which includes the Brunei that has just been obtained. So this lord can be regarded as a supreme minister, but at this time, his spine is shaking uncontrollably.

"Since you took office in May last year, you have started to repair the garden for your family, and your eldest son Wen Liang has even bullied men and women and done all kinds of evil, and he married twelve concubines just to be happy for you. Do you know the iron law that there are no more than three wives and no more than four concubines in this dynasty? ”

Zhu Qiongying asked.

"The Ministers Know"

"Okay, I'll ask you again. Where did you get the money to repair your garden? ”

"Gift from a merchant."

"Okay, then why did they give you money to repair the garden?"

"I don't know"

"Well, let me tell you, they have a monopoly on the salt industry in Zaiyan Mansion. Their salt is fifty percent higher than that of the official salt, but the common people can only buy their salt. And the reason why this situation occurs is because you, the prefect of Zaiyan, are shielded and connived. Are you guilty? ”

Zhu Qiongying threw a blood-soaked pleadings in front of Wen Lichang.

"Look clearly, this is the pleadings that the people under your rule will also send from the nail board."

Wen Lichang was the first batch of "piglets" rescued by Zhu Qiongying that year, and he had made a lot of meritorious contributions in the southern and northern wars for so long, and later broke a leg during the siege of the city, and was cut off half of his palm before he became the prefect of Zaiyan.

He is also the person she asks the most, and he would have been cut by someone else a long time ago. 、

So Wen Lichang decided to grit his teeth and not admit it, anyway, admitting it would be death.

"I was wronged! That Diao people violated my Nanming law and was rectified by me, so I held a grudge, I was born and died for this Nanming over the years, my hands, my feet are all proof! I swear to Emperor Guan Sheng and Mazu that if there is a lie, my whole family will not die well! ”

In fact, many people in the hall are familiar with Wen Lichang, and even have a fateful relationship, and they are more willing to believe that this hero, who was once not afraid of life and death, was deceived by others

Zhu Qiongying let out a long sigh, and then looked coldly at Wen Lichang, who was kneeling in the audience.

"Where are the fifty families you moved away?!"

Wen Lichang's eyes immediately widened, because the "Feng Shui Treasure Land" he had his eye on at that time was actually the ancestral hall of those villagers, and the latter was naturally reluctant to give it up.

So Wen Lichang led his troops to destroy the village, but people are not as good as heaven, and a fisherman happened to go out to fish and escaped a catastrophe.

And the person who delivered the paper with the nail board was the lucky one of the day.

"Me"

Wen Lichang was interrupted by Zhu Qiongying before he could finish speaking.

"At first, I didn't believe it, so I sent someone to find out clearly, today I was going to give you a chance to kill only your father and son, but since you swore in front of Master Guan and Mazu, then I can't keep you. Wen Lichang punished the three clans! ”

As soon as Zhu Qiongying finished speaking, a knife and axe hand stepped forward to lift Wen Lichang up, and the latter immediately scolded.

"Stinky bitch, you're just a joke."

It's just that before he could finish speaking, a bamboo board slapped him in the face. The planks made from bamboo are so hard that they can even be used as beams of a house.

A strong man with a big waist and a round waist used all his strength to fan this thing on people's faces, and the effect can be imagined, Wen Lichang suddenly had a mouth full of blood, and a few teeth were broken.

But before he could breathe, the bamboo board beckoned to his face like a storm.

Naturally, these specialized executioners will not let the prisoners talk nonsense, and this can be regarded as the preferential treatment of Her Majesty to the meritorious ministers.

After all, Wen Lichang committed a heinous punishment, in fact, in the eyes of the executioners, just deceiving His Majesty was enough.

However, according to the laws of the Southern Ming Dynasty, they will drag him to the tiger's head, first cut off his limbs, then cut his torso into three pieces, and finally let his body be separated, which is called the great dismantling of eight pieces.

After the execution, the executioners began to collect the corpses, and the bloody aura had spread throughout the hall.

"Hu Yong, Gongsun Lu, and Lu bring them up!" Zhu Qiongying shouted, and everyone knew that today's matter was not over.

Two men and a woman were dragged up, one of whom was dying, apparently from a gunshot wound and hanging from a mouthful of opium.

The other man was shirtless and covered in dry mud, and the woman had a delicate face and looked to be about twenty years old.

"As my people of Nanming, why do you send a letter to the British in the port of Mara?"

Both men were silent when the good-looking woman spoke.

"Aren't you also relying on foreigners to sit in this position? This world is not your family's, and the Ming Dynasty will die a long time ago! If you can do it, why can't we do it! Sir James Brooke has already said that whoever can kill her will be the King of Nanming! Haha"

As soon as the executioner lifted the board, he was stopped by Zhu Qiongying.

"Wait! It's pretty good, but it's a pity to break it. Let it be executed. ”

The executioner immediately grabbed Lu's hair and threw it in front of the dog's head, and Lu roared angrily.

"Slut! You don't have to die well! Yes!!!!! ”

Then the mournful howl of a woman echoed in the hall, and the expression on the skull had been distorted after the execution.

Later, several more people died tragically under the guillotine, most of these people were corrupt officials, a few people were because of indiscriminate killings and personal vendettas, and finally two generals who escaped from the battle.

At this time, the blood has spread all over the hall, and the futons that the civil and military ministers are kneeling on are like islands, looking at the blood-stained futons under their knees, everyone has different thoughts, most of them choose to be silent, of course, there are also cheers.

An old pedantic civil official praised: "Since the Song Dynasty, those who can be called the blue sky are only Bao Zheng, Hai Rui, and Wu Huanger!" ”

However, most civil and military officials still feel in their hearts that this old Zhu family is too murderous

After settling the domestic affairs, he set his sights on the Sultan of Brunei, who was already full of feces and urine.

"How can I not see the bravery of your ancestor Huang Pingsen in you."

Zhu Qiongying finally spoke.

Huang Senping was actually an envoy sent by Zhu Yuanzhang to Borneo, and the original purpose was to find gold, but this old man didn't find gold, but instead organized overseas Chinese to pull up a team, and even became the regent of Brunei, and his sister also became a country.

Huang Senping rushed back to Daming before he died and made three requests to Ming Chengzu Zhu Di.

The first is that "the territory belongs to the staff", and the land in the Boni and Broken Hand River basins is included in the Chinese territory.

The second is "after begging for the country to be a town", please seal the highest mountain in Southeast Asia, Mount Kinabaru as the town of the Bo Ni country, and give it a good name, Yongzhen Nanyang land.

The third is to "support the body in China" and allow oneself to be buried in China.

At this time, the Sultan of Brunei should actually be regarded as a descendant of the Huang family, but when he heard that Nanming had restored the country in West Borneo, he not only did not send people to congratulate, but also colluded with other princely states to jointly exterminate this emerging force.

Of course, the result was naturally a complete failure, and Nanming's expansion speed was far beyond the imagination of this princely state. Naturally, Muda Hashim, an agent who relied on the British to overthrow his nephew, became a prisoner.

In fact, the British were familiar with the practice of controlling other countries by proxies, and Muda Hashim's claims were weak, and he had to rely on the British to continue his rule.

The British liked this kind of easy control guy the most, and the Sultan of Brunei, Omar Ali Saiftin II, also made the mistake of luring the wolf into the house, and he made the Englishman James Brooke a minister.

This act led directly to the deposition of Omar Ali Saiftin II himself, and Muda Hashim became the de facto sultan.

The British, as the world's No. 1-stirring stick at this time, naturally will not let go of every inch of land it has visited, and Brunei is no exception.

The British frantically interfered in Brunei's internal affairs, and secretly financed other princely states to encircle and suppress the nascent Nanming, while also trying to weaken the Dutch by borrowing the power of the natives.

The result, of course, provoked the anger of the heavens and the resentment, and an anti-British group was formed within Brunei, and their leader Usapu asked Nanming for help, hoping that Zhu Qiongying could drive the British away.

Naturally, she can't do this directly, but she can directly destroy Brunei by using the border friction with Brunei.

The claim of the Sultan of Muda Hashem is not strong, and with the secret cooperation of Usap and others, it is naturally easy to defeat Brunei.

However, due to the unexpected death of Ussap and Omar Ali Saiftin II in previous battles, the throne of Brunei was vacant.

Zhu Qiongying knew that the natives of Brunei were not easy to assimilate (religious beliefs), and Nanming at this time did not have the energy to deal with this kind of thing.

So Zhu Qiongying planned to make Muda Hashim the Marquis of Brunei and take charge of Brunei for Nanming.

The latter originally thought that he was dead, but he didn't expect that the former not only did not intend to kill himself, but also helped himself to ascend to the throne.

The overjoyed Muda Hashim was a little overwhelmed and repeatedly kowtowed in an extremely lame Chinese dialect.

"Long live the Ming Dynasty."

In fact, all this was the calculation of Zhu Qiongying's prime minister, Zhiyun Gongzi, because of the previous battle, they found that the British greatly underestimated Nanming, and Nanming also greatly underestimated the strength of the British.

Brunei's proximity to the coast is unsafe, and coupled with the non-cooperation of the locals, Nanming will definitely not be able to hold it, so it is better to follow the example of the British to support an agent of their own.

(End of chapter)