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Everyone was remembering Huo Yan's loyalty and grieving for his ending. Guo Hou's laughter seemed particularly abrupt and harsh at this moment.
"So what if he disobeys, beat him to death, and then drive the wild dogs to eat. Those wild dogs will have round bellies after eating, hahahaha!"
Guo Hou looked crazy. Someone in the crowd was retching. He became even crazier after hearing this.
He grinned and laughed silently, his body shaking with the rhythm of laughter, looking extremely happy.
He raised his head to look at the sky, squinted his eyes and shouted: "Huo Yan, old thief, deserves to die. It doesn't count if the wild dog ate it. Do you still remember the meat I asked you to give me? Hahahaha!"
Lin Qun'an's throat surged, but the people had already woken up. Some were squatting on the ground and vomiting, and some were crying
"You must die a good death!"
"My lord, chop him up!"
The people gradually recovered, and everyone was furious.
"Anxiang County, a good county, has been reduced to ruins by this traitor. It's time to dig up his family's ancestral graves!"
"What are you digging up the ancestral grave! Kill the three members of the Guo family!"
"Yes, kill the three Guo families!"
"Smash him to death!"
In the excitement of the crowd, someone threw a stone. The stone fell beside Guo Hou, bounced a few times, and finally stopped at his feet.
Guo Hou seemed to be startled and shouted angrily: "Seeking death!"
Lin Qun'an shook his head, and the sergeants shouted: "Don't throw anything, or you will be caught and beaten!"
The crowd was a little restless, and someone shouted: "Sir, the traitor asked people to kill Master Huo at that time, why don't we kill him?"
Lin Qun'an said: "Uncle wants him to go back alive."
"Uncle Xinghe?"
Mentioning this name made even Guo Hou tremble.
He was ready to be cut into pieces by a thousand cuts, and he felt that he could bear the pain. But when Lin Qun'an mentioned Fang Xing, the cruel experiences of Fang Xing's past gradually came to mind.
Killing people without batting an eye is just one thing. It is said that Fang Xing buried prisoners of war alive and even ate human flesh.
Lin Qun'an walked up to him, and when Guo Hou looked up at him, he said: "There were many people who rebelled after the cleanup and dedication, but you are the only one like you. Guo Hou, you are lucky. "
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News from all over the country arrived in the capital like a snowflake. The situation in the south seemed to be confronting, which made all the civil and military officials and people in the capital secretly dumbfounded.
There were hundreds of rebellions, more than any other dynasty, making people think they were in the midst of chaos at the end of the dynasty.
Fang Xing¡¯s presence in Jinling is a reassurance. Both the officials and the people believe that he can suppress the situation in the south.
But everyone is worried about another point. They are worried that Fang Xing will go on a killing spree and kill the leading Confucian figures.
So some of the courtiers wrote to Jinling, and some stammered their concerns in this regard to Zhu Zhanji, and then Zhu Zhanji said calmly that the list would be sent to Peking in time.
Zhang Fu was inevitably worried about this, and he also mentioned this matter when talking to Meng Ying at the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion.
"Dehua seems to be joking and easy to talk to, but he is the most stubborn at heart. If he is angered, it doesn't matter whether you are a gentry or a scholar, he won't even be able to please the feudal king."
Meng Ying said helplessly: "Your Majesty also sent Marquis Yangwu. Marquis Yangwu is stable and I think I can trap him."
The two of them said this not because they were actually worried that Fang Xing would be angered, but because they were worried that he would take risks and use this opportunity to clean up the south to clean up Confucianism.
Zhang Fu felt that it was a bit unfounded, so he smiled and said: "These innovations are not just temporary ideas. They have begun to appear since the time of Emperor Wen. Dehua has worked hard for many years, so he will never destroy the Great Wall."
Meng Ying was a little jealous. He lowered his head, thinking that Fang Xing had been involved in royal affairs since he was a young man, and then step by step he got to where he is today. During this period, he made many plans, but now it seems that most of them are planning for the future of the Ming Dynasty.
No one wants to be an important minister of the country. The limitations of their abilities and the differences in their respective circumstances allow them to do their jobs.
For Meng Ying, what he cares about most in the world is Baoding Marquis, followed by his own future.
And Zhang Fu and him were similar. The two of them were relatively silent until the sound of footsteps came.
"The messenger from the south is here!"
The two of them stood up suddenly and hurried into the palace to ask for an audience.
?When I arrived outside the palace, I saw many important ministers waiting, and the atmosphere was tense.
A waiter will come and take them in later.
In the Qianqing Palace, Zhu Zhanji was reading the documents. When the officials came in to salute, he just nodded slightly and continued to read.
His brows furrowed slightly, and the corners of his mouth turned down slightly, with a hint of cruelty, making him look extremely unhappy.
After a while, he finished reading, raised his head and said: "There were more than three hundred rebellions in the whole south. The biggest one broke through the county seat of Anxiang County, and the county magistrate Huo Yan died for his country. The leaders were the gentry!"
Zhu Zhanji held the document in his hand and said with suppressed anger: "Some people may say that I am too mean. The gentry is the foundation of the Ming Dynasty, so why are you reluctant to give me some land?"
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Some civil servants below really thought so, and they immediately looked at the emperor with bright eyes, wondering if he wanted to change his ways.
If the purge ends, there will still be room for maneuver in all this, and the relationship between Confucianism and the emperor will slowly be repaired, and then it will no longer be different from that of previous dynasties.
This is everyone¡¯s wish!
But the emperor on the throne snorted coldly and said: "Today, it seems that many gentry are greedy and insufficient. I gave you the land today, will you give it back tomorrow? If you give it to me, in the next few years, a group of people will be promoted to Jinshi. give or not?"
His voice gradually became serious: "I gave it today, I gave it tomorrow, when did Ming Dynasty also package it for them?! Hmm!"
"Your Majesty, please calm down"
"Calm down your anger?"
The ministers all bowed down, which was quite spectacular.
But Zhu Zhanji was not very happy. He stood up and walked down with his hands behind his back, until he walked to the door of the hall. Looking at the dazzling sunshine outside, he said: "Some people say that this world belongs to me and the Zhu family. I thought that back then. However, I also want to rule the world and dominate the world."
Well¡¡
"This is a bit of an idiot's dream. Even the eunuchs know how difficult it is for the emperor to talk about the Zhu family's world. How is that different from the wooden statues in the temple?
Zhu Zhanji slowly turned around, looked at the ministers from behind, and then looked at the throne.
"What happened to Emperor Ren made me know that this world does not belong to me, nor does it belong to the Zhu family. If we don't understand this, the Zhu family will be in disaster and become a lamb slaughtered by the traitors."
"Your Majesty!"
A civil servant knelt down, took off his official hat, and bowed his head deeply.
One by one, the ministers knelt down and took off their hats in front of Zhu Zhanji. Zhu Zhanji was the only one standing in the hall.
He walked slowly through the rows of kneeling people.
He looked like a god, looking at these bowed ministers of the Ming Dynasty.
"The former Song Dynasty was the world of scholar-bureaucrats. Whose world was the Ming Dynasty?"
Zhu Zhanji raised this question, but he was not looking for an answer.
He walked to the throne again, faced the throne, reached out and touched the armrest, and said: "A chair is just a chair. Everyone has a chair. Only by sitting firmly can you have a good death."
The emperor¡¯s words were full of murderous intent, and so were the ministers below.
The ministers who opposed the purge and surrender would hate Guo Hou because he allowed the emperor to see another side of the southern gentry.
And the ministers who agreed to clean up and surrender also hated Guo Hou.
Not to mention rebelling as a gentry, actually attacking the county seat, this signal is really frightening.
In the past, most of the rebel rebellions were just for a while, that is, there was a county town fall in Shandong, but it was an internal riot in the county town.
But Guo Hou was different. He gathered his villagers to attack the county seat.
Attack the county seat!
This is a dangerous signal, a signal that makes the emperor unable to sleep well.
If we attack the county seat today, will we attack Beiping tomorrow?
"My lords, please rise."
Zhu Zhanji immediately regained his composure, turned around and sat down, saying, "I think that the gentry is domineering and even dares to conspire, in the final analysis, it is pampering!"
Pampering?
"Yes, it's pampering."
Zhu Zhanji said: "The Ming Dynasty treated the gentry better and better, but they became more and more dissatisfied, so the time to clean up the contributions is actually too late!" (Remember this website's website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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