The Forbidden City in the distance seems to be a bottomless sea, separating these people from the outside of the sea.

Chang'an Gate, Chengtian Gate, Duanmen Gate and Wumen Gate, each gate is a mountain that separates the coast, making people full of hope daunting and insurmountable.

Those who can represent the people of a place to come to Beijing to write a book are mostly local elders with high moral standing and respect, and there is no shortage of children's talents, and they come to Beijing with full hope, and they still have hopes and illusions for the Ming Dynasty; and at this time, people's legs and feet have already been kneeling numbly, and the pain in the knees makes people who have not suffered much want to shout loudly; some of them can't hold on and have to sit down, but most of them still stubbornly kneel and kowtow to the Forbidden City.

It may be that some people remembered the tragic situation in their hometown, and at this moment they curled up at the feet of the windy Son of Heaven, calling for no way to scream every day, and people began to cry silently in despair.

As the sun illuminates the east, Kyoto wakes up from the bleak sun, and the people who live here begin to live in cycles again, and more and more people pass by the East Chang'an Gate. Gradually, just behind the people of Fu Que Shangshu, surrounded by hundreds of people, Wang Laohan drove the donkey cart as usual, poured the night incense for the nobles in the palace in the early morning, and was returning from here, but saw the people kneeling on the ground in the black press, thinking that when he left, there were people gathered here, and now there are so many people who are obviously not local accents, kneeling outside the Chang'an Gate Fu Que Shangshu was curious, so he drove his donkey cart into an alley, and he came over to see the excitement.

After slipping back from the West Chang'an Gate, he saw that on the ground not far away, an old man with white hair suddenly fell to the ground, and several people beside him did not dare to shout for help, so they could only look around helplessly.

In the early spring, the Jingshi was slaughtered, and on this cold and freezing day, he saw this old Xiucai, who was a few years older than himself, collapsed to the ground, and couldn't help whispering, "What kind of crime is this?"

He hurried back to the side of the alley, ready to find a warm dress for the old man. During the time he walked back from the alley, Wang Laohan saw several times that there had been a quarrel with these kneeling people because the Jinyi Banner School, which was guarding the left gate of Chang'an, wanted to disperse the crowd gathered here.

Returning to Lao Xiucai's side, he spread a thick jacket of his own under Lao Xiucai, and began to whisper to the few young people who were neatly and thickly dressed, and sent the unconscious old man back to his residence for medical treatment; at this moment, suddenly a eunuch hurriedly walked from the Chang'an Gate, he walked quickly to the outside of the Jinshui Bridge, and just stood still, in the eyes of the people full of hope, shouted in a sharp voice: "There is a purpose!"

Hearing that the decree had arrived, all the people who were sitting quickly knelt down, even those who watched the excitement because they couldn't dodge, they also hurriedly knelt down, Wang Laohan and a few descendants carried the old man to the vicinity of the donkey cart, and a few people were just about to carry the old man into the car, and after listening to the eunuch's page, they hurriedly fell on the cold and muddy ground.

The eunuch spoke quickly, and after preaching the decree, he turned around and walked away. Wang Laohan and other people, they knelt behind, these are ordinary people who have not gone through the big scene, they can't help but panic in their hearts, they don't hear the content of the holy decree clearly, they only hear the "Qin this" clearly. But most of the people kneeling outside the East Chang'an Gate heard clearly, and as soon as the eunuch left, they suddenly felt desperate and couldn't help crying bitterly.

The old Xiucai, who had been helped to the donkey cart, heard the cries of the people, and understood something, his heart broke free from the hindrance of the descendants, trembling and struggling, snatching the book and staggering towards the west gate of Chang'an, his mouth was still crying loudly: "Father-in-law, father-in-law, please pity the little people......

The eunuch who announced the decree did not look back, but just walked away with a high spirit.

Suddenly, a big hand grabbed the placket of the old Xiucai's chest, and the man pushed it violently, pushing the old man five feet away, and the old Xiucai fell to the ground on his back and fainted.

Afraid that these Diao people would rush into the left gate of Chang'an, Jinyi Banner School raised the sticks and swords in their hands one after another, and drove everyone backwards.

Wang Laohan, who was watching from a distance, and the citizens of Kyoto, they had seen a lot of Jinyi Banner schools indiscriminately using obscenity and coercion on weekdays, and when they saw them beating and arresting people, they shouted "Beat people!" while running away in all directions. There was a great chaos on East Chang'an Street, and the merchants and shops immediately closed their doors one after another, and when they heard the news, they rushed to patrol the city, and arrived with a team of soldiers and horses, and they were even more fierce than the Jinyi Banner School, and drove the panicked Shangshu Diao people to Zhengyang Gate.

Wu Mengming, the envoy of the brocade guards who came by order, walked out of the East Chang'an Gate, and the Diao people who wrote on the book had been dispersed by the soldiers of the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses, leaving only a few tattered shoes on the ground, as well as the tattered notebook. He ordered one of his subordinates, the commander of the Jinyi Guard, to lead the Jinyi Banner School and the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division, and to expel the people of Shandong and Jifu, who had come to Beijing to write in the city, from the inner and outer cities within dark today.

After hurrying back to the main hall of the Qianqing Palace to hand over the decree, Wu Mengming let out a sigh of relief, touched the hot sweat on his head, and shook his head self-deprecatingly and walked down the Danqi of the Emperor's Gate.

Chongzhen got the Jinyi Guard's envoy Wu Mengming's recital, and the people who wrote on the book outside the Forbidden City had been placed by the Jinyi Guard in cooperation with the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses, and he was about to retreat from the court, but suddenly a fifty-year-old minister came out of the Wenchen class, and he knelt down outside the vermilion railing in front of the imperial case with a wat board in his hand.

Chongzhen, who had just gotten rid of his irritability a second ago, saw that it was the zodiac Zhou who had opposed his levy and attack on the superintendent Yang Sichang the day before yesterday, and immediately the nameless fire in his heart lit up, and he didn't wait for the old minister to open his mouth, so he asked sternly: "I have already seen your playbook, what else do you want to play?"

Huang Daozhou fell prostrate to the ground, and only after performing the courtesy of the monarch and ministers did he say: "Weichen begs the emperor to stop levying salaries and severely punish Yang Sichang to thank the world." Make the court widely spread the policy of leniency and benevolence, and clean up the hearts of the people who have collapsed. ”