In the second year of the Great Tomorrow Apocalypse, on the ninth day of the seventh month, the sky is cloudy, and everything is not suitable.

Today's sky over Beijing seems to be covered with a layer of gray silk cloth, depressing, gloomy, and irritable.

The hustle and bustle of the capital has fallen a lot quieter.

The people on the royal road are sparse, and the merchants and wine shops are sparse.

Only the sound of horses' hooves from time to time on the royal road can attract the attention of passers-by.

"Why aren't there any guests coming to your door today?" The shopkeeper of the drunken fairy building was dressed in a cyan brocade robe, standing under the banner of his own restaurant with his hands on his sleeves, by the threshold, looking at the deserted street in the distance, with an anxious face.

After a while, the shopkeeper finally shook his head helplessly, slowly retreated behind the counter, and silently bowed his head to settle the account.

At this moment, in the Tianzi box of the Drunken Immortal Building, the two of them were sitting peacefully.

"It's been a deserted street these days!" The man in the white robe stood at the window, looking out into the street.

"In the past few days, the capital has been in chaos, Dongchang Fanzi and Jinyiwei are arresting people everywhere, and if they say the wrong word, they will be beaten and killed at every turn, and they will be tortured in prison, where do ordinary people have the courage to go to the streets casually?" The green-robed guest nodded, and drank and ate food by himself: "This Wei Zhongxian seems to have received the will of the sage, and he wants to completely suppress Donglin!" ”

At the wine table, the two guests seemed to have some identities, and between the words, it was all a major event of the imperial authorities.

"Since Taichang, the Donglin people are in the Ying Dynasty, if the saint really makes up his mind, then the public opinion in the world is turbulent, I don't know if I can bear it?" The white-robed man silently returned to the table, without any intention of eating the food.

The partner at the same table nodded, took two sips of wine sullenly, and then continued: "Lord Liu has already listed Wang Qi's nine major crimes, and he will soon be presented to the emperor's imperial review, and when the time comes, it will be the most critical time!" ”

"There is only one sentence for the prince, if the saint insists on going his own way, the prince will enter the palace and die!"

The green-robed guest is Liu Yijing's personal entourage, while the white-robed man is the subordinate of Zhu Youzhen, the prince of Xin, and has always had close contacts with Donglin.

"Just wait for Donglin to give Wang Qi a fatal blow!" The man in white raised his glass: "Wait for the good news!" ”

"Please!"

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On the third day of Liu Yijing and others in Beijing, on July 11, the capital was pouring heavy rain and black clouds overwhelmed the city.

On the same day, 37 Donglin Party members in Beijing jointly impeached Wang Qi, the Duke of Langguo, for nine major crimes.

For a time, there was an uproar in the capital.

First: Arbitrarily drafting the will, using the identity of a military general to manipulate the government and influence the court, is to plot misdeeds.

Second: supporting the army and raising domestic slaves, making the Liaodong soldiers arrogant, and the Liaodong generals are all looking forward to Wang Qi's horse, but they don't know that there is a court or an emperor, which is disloyal.

Third: encroaching on state affairs, in the name of the Ming Emperor, and the alliance with the Horqin royal court without authorization, it seems that the alliance with Mongolia and the anti-Jin, but in fact, it is a traitor.

Fourth: Zhenwu Fort was victorious, and the soldiers under his command called it 'Long live', and they did not punish their soldiers afterwards, nor did they report to the imperial court, which was a great disrespect.

Fifth: Unauthorized border trade, the country of the Celestial Empire intersected with Horqin, and he did not claim to be a minister, and he used state affairs to accept selfishness, which was to enrich himself.

Sixth: Killing the officials of the imperial court without permission, first there was a soldier who died in Shanhaiguan, and then Han Yijizhou Mansion was suspicious, in order to trample on the discipline and despise the imperial court.

Seventh: Headed by Wang Qi, there are many domestic slaves under him, today's shade brocade clothes, tomorrow's shade in the book. The entrance of the hall of Jinwu is all milky and smelly, and it is also very blasphemous to the name of the imperial court!

Eighth: If you don't obey the decree, you will return the holy decree, the military generals will be outside, and the king's order will be disobeyed!

Ninth: Since Wang Qi ascended to the dynasty, the court situation is in turmoil, the civil and military estrangement, the monarch and the minister are suspicious, the society is unstable, the canon should be clear, the chaos is removed, far Wang Qi, use the gentleman!

Nine counts, word by word.

The names of Donglin bigwigs such as Liu Yijing and Gao Panlong are written in the book, and there are countless signatures of students from the north and south.

And most of the people are waiting and watching.

The people are also dizzy, and they don't know what kind of person Wang Qi of Langguo is?

In the end, it is the big pillar stone that will save the building,

Or a traitor and thief who steals the country and usurps the country, and makes peace with the eunuchs?

Liu Yijing took several Donglin bigwigs, hundreds of national eunuchs, and ordinary scholars from all over the country to kneel outside the Chengtian Gate of the Imperial City.

Under the pouring rain, countless people's hearts were tightly pinched, wondering what the Emperor of the Apocalypse sitting on the dragon chair was thinking about in the deep palace?

The rumbling thunder came from afar, and the dragon candles had been lit in the Qianqing Palace, and the lights were flickering, flickering and flickering, which reflected Zhu Youxiao's gloomy face even more.

The impeachment of Wang Qi was thrown on top of the main hall, and no one dared to pick it up.

"Your Majesty," Wei Zhongxian stood aside and said in a low voice, "Why don't you let the slaves send someone to drive them away?" Hundreds of people knelt outside the Chengtian Gate, which really made the Heavenly Family pale."

"It doesn't matter! Just let them kneel" Zhu Youxiao's gloomy eyes that could drip water, staring at the empty square outside the main hall, the rain fell, splashing on the ground, forming a large amount of mist, making the line of sight, all foggy, through the mist, Zhu Youxiao seemed to be able to see the group of literati officials who claimed to be dead.

Wei Zhongxian smacked his lips, looked out of the door, bowed down and continued: "The queen mother came here to see Your Majesty, but was stopped by the slave maid. ”

"Hmm," Zhu Youxiao leaned back slightly, leaning back on the dragon chair, and muttered, "I don't want to see anyone now!" ”

"Slave maid command," Wei Zhongxian nodded, and then bowed and retreated.

"That letter," Zhu Youxiao closed his eyes, raised his hand slightly, and pointed to the notebook on the ground: "Send someone to send it to Lang Guogong." ”

Zhu Youxiao's meaning is very simple, he wants the world to know that his trust in Wang Qi, the Duke of Langguo, is beyond repeat and undoubted, even if those Donglin Party members force each other to death, it doesn't matter.

At this moment, the imperial city inherits the heavenly gate.

Thunder gusted, heavy rain poured down, fell on the ground, splashed with gusts of rain and mist, everyone kneeling on the ground was dressed in vermilion, looking from afar, the atmosphere was silent and palpitating.

Liu Yijing knelt at the front, behind him were Gao Panlong, Li Sancai, Zhao Nanxing and others, and then there were Guozijian students, and then Tsing Yi scholars.

Ye Xianggao, the head of the cabinet, and Sun Chengzong, the secretary of the military department, had a sedan chair not far from the imperial city, anxious and uneasy, silently paying attention to the situation here.

The two ministers were also helpless about this situation.

On the upper floor of Chengtianmen City, Pei Jie, the commander of the Imperial Forest Army, stood under the eaves with him, looking at the Manchu Dynasty Zhu Zi who was kneeling at the door.

"My lord, Grandpa Wei's password," the little eunuch in black clothes stood behind Pei Jie: "Just guard the imperial city, and you can't see anything else." ”

Pei Jie's body didn't move, he just stood there, turned his face sideways and his lips moved slightly: "Father-in-law Wei, don't worry, there is no holy edict, these weak chickens will die outside!" ”

(End of chapter)