Zhang Fu looked at Jian Yi with interest at the moment, and muttered in his heart: Since you don't believe it, why do you ask?

But he didn't say anything, just asked lightly: "Oh, then you might as well tell me why you don't believe it?"

Jian Yi sneered and said: "When the city of Nanjing was broken, the entire city of Nanjing was surrounded by the Yan army like an iron bucket, and the water could not be drained. As soon as the Jinchuan Gate opened, you immediately led the guards of King Yan to surround the imperial city, but I am afraid that even a small bird would not be able to fly out of the palace to escape, if that person escaped from Nanjing City when the city was broken, it is really nonsense. ”

"In addition, the fire in the palace only happened after you accompanied King Yan into the palace, and no one outside knows what happened that day inside. It's just that the dozens of guards who escorted you into the palace back then all suddenly contracted the disease and died violently after this incident. ”

"So many sergeants have coincidentally contracted the same strange disease, and they are dying, isn't it worth having fun with? And among the people who accompanied King Yan into the palace, only you did not die, but after King Yan ascended the throne and became emperor, he was named the Marquis of Xincheng, and now he has been named the Duke of England, high up, I am afraid that there is something hidden in this, right?"

Zhang Fu's brows suddenly furrowed: "How do you know that all the sergeants who entered the palace back then died violently?

Jian Yi was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly waved his hand again and again to argue: "No, no, no, as the head of the Ministry of Officials, I can naturally access the files of all the officials and people in the world at any time, but I am just out of curiosity, and occasionally read the files of this matter." ”

Zhang Fu snorted from his nostrils and did not speak.

He didn't believe that Jian Yi really only occasionally flipped through the files of the year, and I am afraid that even Jian Yi himself would not believe such a pretext.

However, he believes that Jian Yi does not have any other thoughts, but should simply be out of curiosity.

Jian Yi is a smart person, but the smarter a person is, the more curious he will be about what he doesn't know, and the more he wants to know the truth.

It's just that curiosity is often a disaster for people.

Zhang Fu glanced at Jian Yi, basically, Jian Yi had roughly guessed the whole thing, what he didn't know was what happened after Zhang Fu accompanied King Yan into the palace that day.

What really happened that day?

Zhang Fu couldn't say, but the scene of that day often appeared in front of his eyes very clearly, just like what happened yesterday.

Although he wished he could forget this past, no matter how hard he tried, this memory was deeply imprinted in his mind like a knife and an axe, and it lingered like a terrible nightmare.

For the rest of his life, he will be haunted by this nightmare.

At this moment, the nightmare resurfaced before his eyes.

On that day, Zhang Fu was ordered to lead the personal guard army of King Yan to quickly enter the city from Jinchuan Gate and besiege the imperial city.

As soon as the encirclement was completed, Zhu Di, the king of Yan with a calm face, hurried to the gate of the imperial city.

Zhang Fu didn't even have time to pay his respects, so King Yan waved his hand and let him follow him into the palace.

Zhang Fu hurriedly ordered fifty sturdy and trustworthy henchmen and soldiers to escort Zhu Di, the king of Yan, into the imperial city.

The Praetorian Guards in the imperial city had already been transferred by Emperor Jianwen to the outer city of Nanjing to assist in the defense of the Beijing division, and the imperial city was completely defenseless.

After the defeat of the peace plea from King Yan, Emperor Jianwen is still dreaming, hoping to defend the Beijing division to the death, and to hold on to the other garrisons outside to come to King Qin to relieve the siege of Nanjing.

Nanjing City is the capital of the Ming Dynasty, the city is high and deep, the soldiers are good and the food is sufficient, as long as the top and bottom are concentric, the same hatred of the enemy, supporting three or five months should not be a problem at all.

But he didn't understand that in the past four years of war, he had lost not only one battle after another, but also not only the cities, but more importantly, he had lost

The faith of all the ministers, and even all the people, was lost.

He had already become a real loner.

When the Yan army besieged the city, the son of Xu Da, the king of Zhongshan, whom Emperor Jianwen relied on, and the brother-in-law of Zhu Di, the king of Yan, Xu Zengshou, the governor of Zuodu, wanted to open the city gate to receive the Yan army into the city, but was beaten by a group of ministers loyal to Emperor Jianwen, and was finally killed by Emperor Jianwen himself in Zuoshunmen.

However, it was precisely Emperor Jianwen's great trust, Li Jinglong, the general who had sworn to defend to the death, saw the cover of Zhu Di, the king of Yan outside the city, from a distance at the head of the city, so he panicked and had no fighting spirit, and together with Zhu Lu, the king of the valley, he opened the Jinchuan gate and surrendered the Yan army.

Nanjing City, which was originally impregnable in Emperor Jianwen's mind, fell so easily.

Now there is not a single soldier in this imperial city, and the only few remaining guards guarding the gate have already surrendered when they saw the arrival of the Yan army.

Now the imperial city is in a mess, and only occasionally you can see a few palace maids and eunuchs who are running for their lives.

On the way to the palace, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, had a gloomy face and didn't say a word.

After several years of bloody battles, several escapes from death, and now he has finally entered the Beijing Division, and seeing that the fruits of victory are in front of him, he can't see the slightest smile on his face.

Zhang Fu squinted his eyes and secretly observed the face of Yan King Zhu Di, and thought to himself, maybe because he had to face his own nephew Emperor Jianwen, even Zhu Di would inevitably be a little nervous.

Walking to the front of the main hall, Zhang Fu looked up, but he couldn't help but be taken aback, because the steps in front of the main hall were now crowded with people.

The current person, dressed in a cloth coat, around forty or fifty years old, white face and little beard, lean and thin looks very energetic, Zhang Fu recognized him, he is Yao Guangxiao's mouth said "the seed of the world's scholars", Fang Xiaoru who was regarded as a teacher by Emperor Jianwen.

Fang Xiaoru has been smart and studious since childhood, worshipping under the door of the contemporary Confucian Song Lian, his literary talent and fame are respected by all readers in the world.

Emperor Jianwen has always respected Confucianism, and naturally relied on Fang Xiaoru, almost all major and small matters had to be discussed with him, it is said that the proposal to cut the feudal domain was the first to be put forward by him, and even all the proclamations of the crusade against Zhu Di, the king of Yan, were written by him, in which he scolded Zhu Di as a disloyal, unrighteous, unkind and unfilial thief, and scolded him unforgettablely, and entered the wood into three points, so that Zhu Di jumped like thunder after seeing it, and hated it deeply.

Now that the city of Nanjing is broken, he neither hides nor flees, but puts on a cloth coat and comes to the front of the imperial steps, standing with his head held high, not angry and arrogant.

Standing behind him were all some ministers loyal to Emperor Jianwen and Fang Xiaoru's students in the court, they were all gossiping and shouting at the moment, scolding Zhu Di for betraying the king's disloyalty, disobedience to his father, unfilial piety, and unkindness.

Yan Wang Zhu Di's face was even more ugly, but he still remembered that he had promised Yao Guangxiao that he would never kill Fang Xiaoru, so although he was angry, he couldn't attack it yet.

He barely squeezed out a smile on his face, stepped forward and said to the other party's filial piety: "There is chaos outside, why is Mr. Fang standing here?"

Fang Xiaoru snorted and said in a loud voice: "Why did the war and chaos arise? His Royal Highness King Yan came here without the emperor's edict, why did he come?"

His voice was extremely loud and full of energy, and it seemed to be very incompatible with his thin body.

Zhu Di laughed twice and said, "This king specially came to meet you. ”

Fang Xiaoru asked loudly again, "What is the face king?"

Zhu Di felt the anger surging in his chest, but he still replied with a smile on his face: "Qingjun's side, punish the ministers, Yasukuni is difficult!"

Fang Xiaoru pointed at Zhu Di, and laughed loudly: "She Chen is here, why not punish him!"

The Wenchen students behind him also echoed in unison, making noise and surging emotions.

Zhang Fu on the side pulled it out with a bang

With the saber at his waist, he aimed it at Fang Xiaoru, and the guards behind him also rushed forward, holding spears and short knives, to stop the angry Wenchen students.

The smile on the face of Yanwang Zhu Di is gone, he was born in the army, and he originally hated dealing with these pedantic and sour literati, but now Fang Xiaoru's words and contempt for him completely angered him, and he was too lazy to waste his tongue with this old horseman.

If it weren't for the previous agreement with Yao Guangxiao, he would have skinned and cramped the arrogant and ignorant old man in front of him, and shattered his body into thousands of pieces.

His eyes burned with anger, his face was gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "Mr. Fang must be very tired after standing for so long, please Mr. Fang go to the side to rest first, and wait until this king is in front of the king, and then come to talk!"

Hearing this, Zhang Fu understood, and with a wave of his hand, two guards sergeants stepped forward, picked up Fang Xiaoru and dragged him back.

Fang Xiaoru struggled on the one hand, and mourned in a loud voice, what he said at this time, many years later, Zhang Fu still felt that his memory was still fresh, and he remembered every word clearly.

While weeping bitterly, he chanted loudly: "The chaos in the sky knows the reason, and the traitorous ministers have to plan for the country." The loyal ministers exchanged blood and tears with anger, so what could they ask for to be martyred?

(According to the "History of the Ming Dynasty", Fang Xiaoru scolded Zhu Di because he refused to write an edict for Zhu Di after that, and was ordered by Zhu Di to be torn apart in the market ten days later, at the age of 46.) There are many historical records that ten tribes were wiped out, and as many as seven or eight hundred people were killed in a row.

The desperate poem recited by Fang Xiaoru was written on the execution ground later, and it was placed here because of the needs of the plot. ）

Fang Xiaoru was dragged away while screaming sadly, and the farther he went, his voice became smaller and quieter.

When those Wenchen students saw Fang Xiaoru being dragged away like this, they all cried bitterly, and they were furious, constantly shouting "Let Mr. Fang go", and rushed forward one after another.

Zhang Fu faced the dozens of unarmed Confucian students in front of him, and he didn't know what to do for a while, and was stunned for a moment.

At this time, I heard the cold voice of Yan King Zhu Di in my ears: "This king only promised Mr. Yao not to kill Fang Xiaoru alone!"

Zhang Fu couldn't help but be stunned, did he want to wield a butcher's knife against these powerless scholars? This is something that will be infamous through the ages.

He hesitated slightly, and then heard Zhu Di, the king of Yan, snort coldly: "Chaotic ministers and thieves, what's the use of it!"

Zhang Fu gritted his teeth and waved his hand, he couldn't care much now.

The guards behind him waved their blades like hungry wolves, and pounced on the dozens of scholars, as if they had rushed into a flock of lambs.

For a moment, the roaring shouts and curses of those Confucian students turned into terrible screams, and everywhere there was the sound of blades cutting into flesh and bones, and everywhere there was a piece of flesh and blood, and streams of dark red blood water gushed down the steps, dyeing the entire imperial staircase into a bloody red.

This is a massacre, a brutal massacre!

Even a general like Zhang Fu, who has been on the battlefield for a long time and is accustomed to seeing mountains of corpses and blood on the battlefield, can't help but feel bursts of heart palpitations and shocking when he sees such a scene.

However, Zhu Di, the king of Yan, didn't seem to see all this, he took a step through the horizontal and vertical corpses on the imperial steps, and occasionally a few bloody and blurred corpses that were constantly twitching in a pool of blood, and had not completely lost their breath, stepping on the bloodshed all over the place, step by step.

Zhang Fu hurriedly followed him.

He saw that Yan Wang Zhu Di had completely ignored everything next to him at the moment, tilted his head, and just stared at the front tightly.

Because he has only one goal, that is, the person who is in the golden hall on the high imperial stairs at the moment, the person who is deeply favored by his father, Emperor Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang, and has high hopes, his own nephew, the grandson of Emperor Taizu.

Emperor Jianwen, Zhu Yunwen!