Daming: I, Yang Xian, really govern Yang!

house.

Hu Weiyong's cold voice was still echoing, and Tang Shengzong and the other five dukes showed expressions of extreme fear on their faces.

Lawrence Lu only felt his mouth dry, and subconsciously wanted to pick up the teacup in front of him, wanting to drink some water to calm himself down, but his outstretched right hand couldn't help but tremble, and the teacup fell to the ground.

With a crisp bang!
The teacup broke into pieces and the tea splashed everywhere.

"Hu, Prime Minister Hu, are you testing our loyalty to His Majesty?" Lu Zhongheng asked, trying to remain calm, but he did not notice that even his voice had changed tone.

"Prime Minister Hu is kidding us. Our enemy is just Yang Xian."

"Yes, yes, that's right. As long as we defeat Yang Xian, our good days will return. If it doesn't work, I'll have someone secretly kill him."

Tang Shengzong and his men also laughed awkwardly, trying to ease the atmosphere. Although assassinating the Duke was also a capital crime, it was much lighter than rebellion.

"There's no going back." Hu Weiyong looked at Tang Shengzong and the others coldly, and that look made them tremble in their hearts. "Are you still naive enough to think that all this is just because of Yang Xian?"

"Yang Xian is just a knife in Zhu Yuanzhang's hand. Even if Yang Xian is gone, there will be others. When the rabbit dies, the dog is cooked; when the bird is dead, the bow is put away. The precedent of Emperor Gaozu of Han is right in front of us. Among the old brothers who followed Liu Bang to conquer the world, who had a good ending in the end except Xiao He?!"

"I don't want to end up dead in Weiyang Palace. There are only two options before us. Either he dies or not."

"We will die!"

The other end.

royal palace.

The Hall of Supreme Harmony was still brightly lit with candles.

In terms of diligence and love for the people, even if we look at the entire history of China, Zhu Yuanzhang can definitely be ranked in the top three.

It was common to review memorials at night, and the eunuchs had long been accustomed to it. They would prepare tea and warm water for midnight snacks, ready to be summoned at any time.

It was late at night, but Old Zhu was still awake, sitting at the table, holding a brush in his hand, the tip of which was stained with bright red, like a silent knife that killed people. Suddenly, the tip of his brush stopped in mid-air above the memorial, and his brows gradually frowned.

"Mao Xiang!"

"My subordinate is here." Mao Xiang slowly walked out from a corner of the hall, as if he had been there all along.

"Has there been any movement from Hu Weiyong in recent days?" Zhu Yuanzhang raised his head and asked.

"Tonight, the carriages of five marquises, including Marquis Pingliang and Marquis Ji'an, quietly stopped at the back door of Prime Minister Hu, and they left not long ago." Mao Xiang bowed and replied.

The Jinyiwei monitored all officials and were even more terrifying than Hu Weiyong and others imagined.

Even though they were very careful, it was obvious that they still couldn't escape the eyes of the Jinyiwei.

"understood."

Zhu Yuanzhang paused with his hand holding the pen, and finally drew a big "X" on the memorial in front of him.

After doing all this.

Zhu Yuanzhang stood up, walked outside the hall, looked up at the dark night sky, and remained silent.

As the night wind blew by, the figure looked particularly lonely.

Zhu Yuanzhang once said that he did not want to be like Zhao Kuangyin and give up military power over a cup of wine, nor did he want to be like Liu Bang and massacre his meritorious officials.

He just didn't expect that fate would bring him to this point.

The palace was huge and very quiet on summer nights. The maids half-closed their eyes, feeling sleepy and not daring to go to sleep. The guards were patrolling carefully, and there was a sense of peace in the inner palace.

A few days later. Duke Yang's Mansion.

Because he hadn't seen Yang Xian for a long time, Crown Prince Zhu Biao came to visit him in person.

However, it was different from what he had imagined of Yang Xian studying Buddhism. Looking at the messy room in front of him and the metal accessories scattered all over the floor, Zhu Biao's face was full of confusion.

Zhu Biao stood aside and waited for a long time, until Yang Xian finished his work, then he picked up a clean towel and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Yang Xian took it, wiped the oil off his hands, and said.

"The Japanese princess's delegation will be returning to Japan in three days. The princess admires you so much, but you just sit in front of these machines all day. Why don't you spend more time with her?" Zhu Biao said with a teasing smile.

"The Japanese princess has her own things to do, so I won't disturb her." Yang Xian said meaningfully.

"Your Highness, please take a seat." Yang Xian said as he began to boil water and prepare tea. "Your Highness, did you come here today just to ask this?"

After hearing what Yang Xian said, Zhu Biao's smile faded and he said solemnly, "I do have something to ask you, but you have been in Fushan these few days, so I can only come to your house."

Seeing Zhu Biao's serious expression, Yang Xian knew in his heart that it must be a big deal, and he found it to be true.

Because of the simultaneous expedition to the Eight Kingdoms, many soldiers in the Beijing Camp had already been withdrawn, and Zhu Biao thought that the number of remaining soldiers could not be reduced any more. But just yesterday, because of the emergency at the front, Zhu Yuanzhang actually issued another order to bring 2 soldiers to the front for support.

In this way, the Beijing Army was completely empty. If anything happened, what would they use to guard the capital?

Zhu Biao once tried to dissuade Zhu Yuanzhang, but in the end Zhu Yuanzhang still insisted on doing so. According to Zhu Yuanzhang, what could happen in the capital? Even if there were some remnants of the previous dynasty who wanted to cause trouble in the capital, there were still thousands of imperial guards and Jinyiwei.

Although this was the fact, Zhu Biao always felt uneasy for some reason.

After hearing what Zhu Biao said, Yang Xian smiled slightly, reached out to pick up the kettle in front of him, and said, "The water is not boiled yet."

"If you can't wait to drink tea, all you can do is add more fuel to the fire."

As Yang Xian spoke, he used a pair of tongs to pick up a few pieces of fruit charcoal from the side and put them into the stove, then put the kettle down.

Zhu Biao was stunned. With his intelligence, he naturally understood what Yang Xian meant.

"Yang Qing, what you mean is that the emperor did this on purpose? He transferred the soldiers from the Beijing camp and relaxed the guard in order to let the enemies hiding in the dark jump out on their own?"

Zhu Biao frowned, but there was a most crucial problem here that he couldn't figure out.

So who exactly could this enemy be?

You must know that the Ming Dynasty has been established for more than ten years, and now is the time when the Ming Dynasty is at its peak. Even the most powerful time of the former Yuan Dynasty cannot compare to it.

The so-called remnants of the previous dynasty or various rebel forces had already been wiped out.

The surrounding countries are now also being attacked by the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Biao really couldn't guess who this so-called enemy was?

"The enemy is not somewhere else, it is in Kyoto." Yang Xian suddenly said.

Trouble comes from within the family!

Someone is going to rebel!

It was as if a flash of lightning flashed through Zhu Biao's mind, and he suddenly woke up. Different candidates kept flashing through his mind.

There are not many people in Kyoto today who are capable of launching a coup.

The answer is obvious. (End of this chapter)