The news of Han Yi's death in Jizhou Mansion soon spread.

Almost everyone is speculating about the cause of the death of the cabinet assistant.

Died at the hands of rioters?

Died at the hands of the White Lotus Sect?

Or die.

The last reason left is too shocking for everyone to think about.

Guozijian, Taixue Hall, and the scholars sat in a circle.

"You say, Han Yuchen's death, is there a figure of Lang Guogong behind?" Wu Xiuwen, a student of Guozi Eunuch, gently put the book in his hand on the table, glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "I heard that Yang Lian was imprisoned because he wanted to investigate the case of Han Yuchen's death, which implicated Lang Guogong, and was hated by the emperor."

"At that time, all the ministers in the cabinet were there, even Sun Chengzong, Ye Xianggao, Zuo Guangdou and others were persuaded hard, but they still did not let His Majesty take back his fate, Yang Lian was imprisoned, and he was already powerless to return to heaven," Bao Zongwen, the son of the head of the Ministry of Rites, had a gloomy face: "And I heard that Ye Xianggao wanted to send a letter to Wang Qi with Sun Chengzong, asking him to intercede with the emperor to forgive Yang Lian."

"How can that be?"

"The world's ridiculous!"

"Yang Wenru would rather die, I'm afraid he doesn't want to accept Wang Qi's grace!"

"Let's go to Donghua Gate together and give advice to the emperor!!"

Suddenly, the entire Taixue Hall was full of people, and the crowd was angry.

"What do you want to do?" Dr. Taixue shouted loudly and stopped everyone: "The affairs of the DPRK and the Central Committee have their own public decisions, and you must not make decisions without authorization and disrupt the situation of the court!" ”

"Han Yuchen died, Yang Wenru was humiliated, Ye Xianggao threw a rat taboo, Sun Chengzong left and right, I don't want to serve the country anymore, the authority of the society is to be held by the martial arts, how can the world be safe? What is Sheji? ”

Bao Zongwen and Wu Xiuwen both got up, raised their arms and shouted: "Go to Donghua Gate, die!" Death!! ”

Guozijian are all young scholars, and at this moment, they are encouraged by the momentum of the two of them, and they are all enthusiastic, they all got up together, and followed towards Donghua Gate.

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At this moment, in the palace, in the imperial garden, Zhu Youxiao took a treasure boat, looking at the sparkling fish leaping scene in the distance, enjoying a rare leisure time, and the original indignant mood was slightly soothed.

"Your Majesty, why bother to be like those literati, they are all brainless, they don't know how to be flexible, those sub-literati clamoring all day long for the world, for the society, but they have never thought about it, whose world is this world? Whose garden is this thousands of miles away? That Yang Lian even wanted to be famous for his death, and the slave maid thought that he should take this opportunity to wipe out those sub-literati and not let them have any chance to turn over! Only then can His Majesty revitalize the dynasty and take charge of the government! ”

Wei Zhongxian bowed down and waited beside Zhu Youxiao, shaking a fan for the emperor while carefully expressing his opinion.

But Zhu Youxiao didn't seem to have the slightest interest in Wei Zhongxian's words, but his eyes were firmly fixed on the bait in the distance. It's been half an hour, and not a single fish has been caught, which makes Zhu Youxiao's patience a little exhausted.

"Your Majesty?" Wei Zhongxian saw that Zhu Youxiao ignored him and spoke softly.

"Huh?" Zhu Youxiao glanced at Wei Zhongxian, and his tone was light: "I know this matter in my heart, you just need to do something, those fancy intestines, take it as soon as possible!" ”

"Hehe, hey, hey, Your Majesty is decisive, the slave dares to have a fancy intestine!" Wei Zhongxian slapped himself in the face and sneered.

"Literati and warriors can only be tools and knife handles in my hands, not in the hands of others, only my thoughts can affect the situation, Yang Lian can't, Wang Qi can't, you and other domestic slaves. Not even more eligible! Zhu Youxiao said, as if he had lost his patience, he directly shook his hand and threw the fishing rod into the lake: "Don't fish, notify the food supervisor, eat fish tonight!" ”

"Slave obeys!"

Wei Zhongxian bowed down, not daring to look at Zhu Youxiao.

After a while, the treasure ship slowly docked, and Wang Tiqian was already waiting on the shore.

"What's the matter?" Zhu Youxiao frowned and asked.

"Your Majesty," Wang Tiqian stood there and said in a low voice: "There are Guozijian students in Donghua Gate who are making trouble, and more than 200 people are clamoring for the government, causing the people to watch and the royal road is blocked. ”

Zhu Youxiao's footsteps did not stop, and he directly crossed Wang Tiqian, leaving only one sentence that was extremely cold: "Do you eat dry rice in Dongchang?" ”

Only Wei Zhongxian and Wang Tiqian were left by the lake, and the two glanced at each other, both gloating: Your Majesty is going to do something to the Donglin Party!

In the second year of the Apocalypse, on June 27th, the sky was cloudy.

Outside the Donghua Gate, more than 100 students of Guozijian were all beaten by Dongchang Fanzi, and more than 100 people were killed and injured, among which the leaders Wu Xiuwen and Bao Zongwen were all arrested and imprisoned.

On the second day of Yang Lian's imprisonment, Zuo Guangdou joined forces with Yuan Huazhong, Wei Dazhong, Zhou Chaorui, and Gu Dazhang, who were in the Ministry of Rites, and demanded a thorough investigation of the case of Han Yi's death.

For a time, the entire Ming Dynasty, from north to south, was full of public opinion.

On June 29th, the court assembly, Zuo Guangdou led the ministers to force the palace, and the emperor was angry and went away.

On June 30th, the apocalypse dismissed the dynasty, and at the same time five people were imprisoned, and the six backbones of Donglin were all imprisoned, and the north and south were all called: the six gentlemen of Donglin.

Everyone said that between Donglin and Wang Qi, it was already endless.

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Nanjing City, Dianqian Street, Ministry of Rites, Shangshu Mansion.

Liu Yijing sat in front of the hall, and his son Liu Xuan stood in front of him, reciting a new article that had just been sent from the Preparatory Department for his father.

"In the last years of Emperor Fang Renzong's dynasty, he thought about the future, saying that if he was a public, he could place the safety of the community; The husband makes decisions, calmly instructs, and makes a big plan, which is said to be a once-in-a-lifetime time. Liu Xuan's voice was loud, and the reading of Ouyang Wenzhong's treatise was also full of emotion.

"Do you know why Ouyang Wenzhong has risen several times and was able to get the Holy Grace?" Liu Yijing raised his hand and interrupted his son's recitation.

"But loyalty?" Liu Xuan replied cautiously.

"Loyalt?" Liu Yijing repeated, his eyes full of mockery.

"My son is stupid, and I ask my father to teach me," Liu Xuan bowed his body with a respectful expression.

"Four words, the hearts of the people in the world!" Liu Yijing raised his eyes and looked at the colorful flower clusters in the courtyard: "Nanjing City, on the banks of the Huai River, is full of romance and red makeup, far away from the capital, but my father can still smell it, this world, after all, we need old ministers like us!" Why? It is the hearts of the people of the world, and what we grasp is the righteousness of the world! ”

"But," Liu Xuan was puzzled: "That Langguo is famous, is it?"

"It's just a husband, you can be heroic for a while, but you can get a lifetime?" Liu Yijing smiled: "Wait, don't you have to fall in the future, he will fall very badly!" ”

As soon as the words fell, a rush of footsteps came from outside the courtyard, followed by the voice of the housekeeper: "Master, master!" Letter from Beijing, letter from Beijing!! ”

In the next moment, Liu Yijing's originally somewhat cloudy gaze suddenly flashed, and his body stood up directly from the rocking chair, snatched the letter from the butler's hand, opened it and looked down.

"Han Yi died, Yang Lian was imprisoned, Guozijian was sealed, six people from Donglin, and Zuo Guangdou were all imprisoned," Liu Yijing's eyes shrank suddenly, and then raised his head to look in the direction of the north.

"Father?" Liu Xuan didn't know why.

"Get ready, my father is going to Beijing!" Liu Yijing exhaled deeply, and his eyes were full of war: "Wang Qi, this time, it has provoked the anger of the public!" ”

(End of chapter)