Ming Dynasty: The ghost betrays the Confucian sage, my son Zhu Yuanzhang

Chapter 296 Queen Ma gets the immortality Gu, it’s Zhu Xiongying’s turn

The capital, the city gate.

A caravan entered the city, led by Zhou Bao, who was riding a horse, and he was in high spirits. During this trip to the Western Regions, I made more than one million taels. I also bought a lot of new things from the Western Regions, ready to be presented to the Prince Consort.

He was eager to go home and whipped his horse. He didn't go far when he was stopped by a group of government officials. The leader of the government officials said: "The horse is walking on the carriageway. How can you use the sidewalk? How dare you ride a horse in the city?"

"Who the hell are you? You dare to stop me?" Zhou Bao said angrily, "When did the capital have such rules? I have been riding horses for more than ten years and there are no such rules."

"Who are you?" the officer asked.

"Zhou Bao from my consort's house." Zhou Bao was arrogant.

"Oh, you are Zhou Bao." The yamen servant smiled half-heartedly and whispered a few words to the person next to him, and the person left in a hurry.

"Have you heard of me? Why don't you get out of the way?" Zhou Bao shouted coldly, "I'm in a hurry to see my consort."

The officer looked up at the motorcade behind him and asked, "What's in it?"

Zhou Bao was furious and anxious: "What does it have to do with you? You, a small government servant, are in charge of so much? Are you desperate for your life? The last thing I say is, get out of my way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a voice came: "You can't leave today."

There were sounds of footsteps, and a large number of Jin Yiwei rushed over and surrounded Zhou Bao and the others. The leader was none other than King Zhu Bai of Xiang. When Zhou Bao saw that it was Zhu Bai, he was so frightened that he quickly dismounted his horse and came forward to pay homage: "My dear, pay homage to His Royal Highness the King of Xiang."

"Take it!" Zhu Bai waved his hand.

The two Jinyi guards immediately took Zhou Bao into custody. Zhou Bao panicked and said, "Your Highness, the younger one is from the Prince Consort's Mansion. Please show your respect to me."

Zhu Bai smiled coldly: "Zhou Bao, you're done with this. You smuggled people and killed people, and you went to prison. I will treat you well."

Zhou Bao's face turned pale instantly.

……

Prince Consort's Mansion.

A servant hurriedly came to the Prince Consort Ouyang Lun and reported: "Prince Prince Consort, it's not good. Zhou Bao was taken away by the Jin Yiwei as soon as he entered the city. His several carts of goods and money were all taken into the Jin Yiwei."

"What?" Ouyang Lun was shocked.

After he carefully asked what happened, he left the house in a hurry and came to Song Guogong Feng Sheng's house. Feng Sheng was listening to the opera in his backyard. In addition to him, there were also Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, Zhang Yi, the Marquis of Heshou, Zhu Shou, the Marquis of Shushang, Wang Bi, the Marquis of Dingyuan, He Rong, the Bo of Dongguan, etc.

"Prince-in-law, you came just in time to listen to the show together." Feng Sheng greeted.

"My lord, something happened." Ouyang Lun whispered, "Zhou Bao came back today and was captured by the Jin Yiwei as soon as he entered the city gate. What should I do? If he shakes me out, it will be over. "

Feng Sheng was secretly frightened, but his face remained calm: "This is a trivial matter. Don't panic, Prince Consort. I'll have someone handle it and rescue Zhou Bao."

"Can he be rescued?" Ouyang Lun was overjoyed.

"Of course!" Feng Sheng spread his hands, "Many of the Jinyi Guardsmen are still my own soldiers."

"But now the commander of the Jinyi Guard is King Xiang." Ouyang Lun was worried.

"King Xiang is young and easy to handle." Feng Sheng patted Ouyang Lun on the shoulder, "You go back and wait, I will handle it now."

"Then please leave it to the Duke." Ouyang Lun bowed, breathed a sigh of relief, and retreated.

After he left, Feng Sheng immediately asked the troupe to leave, called the princes to come to him, and told him what Ouyang Lun had just said.

After hearing this, Cao Zhen, the Marquis of Jingchuan, chuckled: "This stupid prince-in-law doesn't know that we have been using him to make money. Now if something happens, we will definitely put him in front."

"That's right!" Marquis Heshou spread his hands, "We have made almost enough money over the years. If Zhou Bao catches him, he will just catch it. It won't affect us. We have not personally participated in it, and the emperor can't find out even if he investigates it."

Feng Sheng frowned tightly: "I'm afraid that His Majesty will go on a killing spree! If this matter is really investigated, there will be many people involved from the court to the local government."

Marquis Zhu Shou said indifferently: "Investigate? Then the emperor must deal with his consort first! If everything is investigated, the government and the public will be in turmoil. It depends on whether your majesty has the determination."

Everyone raised their glasses and continued drinking.

……

Imperial Palace, Wenhua Hall.

Li Jinglong, the governor of the Zuojun Governor's Mansion, brought an urgent message and reported: "Your Majesty, this is an urgent message from the Supreme Emperor from Jingjue City."

Zhu Yuanzhang was startled. There had been no news from the Emperor for a long time. He took the letter and opened it immediately to read it. It was nothing serious. He talked about some recent developments, and at the end he mentioned the smuggling of Zhou Bao, the consort's slave.

"Jiujiang, go and call Lao Twelve." Zhu Yuanzhang waved.

"Yes!" Li Jinglong retreated.

Today's Ming Dynasty has promoted many talents of the younger generation, such as Li Jinglong, son of Cao Guogong Li Wenzhong, Xu Yungong, son of Wei Guogong Xu Da, etc.

Not long after, King Zhu Bai of Hunan came to the palace. Zhu Yuanzhang handed the letter from the Supreme Emperor to Zhu Bai and asked in a deep voice: "How is your investigation going? Can we start arresting people?"

Zhu Bai frowned slightly: "There are still a few people. It's hard to determine. There is no evidence of their direct participation."

Zhu Yuanzhang's voice was cold: "Are they those old foxes? Haha, you don't have to worry about them."

"I can arrest people there!" Zhu Bai nodded. "Okay, let's start with the consort, and monitor the others first." A cold light flashed in Zhu Yuanzhang's eyes, "We want to invite the princes to a moonlight banquet."

"My son, I obey the decree." Zhu Bai bowed.

On this day, a news shocked the capital: the consort Ouyang Lun was arrested by the Jin Yiwei and was imprisoned in imperial prison. The people were talking a lot, and the government and the public were in an uproar.

Song Guogong Mansion.

Feng Sheng was feeding the fish in the backyard, seemingly relaxing, but his heart was churning like a fish pond at that moment. He whispered to himself: "I've been feeling uneasy lately. The prince-in-law has been arrested, and the storm is about to come. I have to think about it for myself."

At this time, the steward came to report that the military princes wanted to see him. Feng Sheng waved his hand: "Just say that I am not feeling well and will not see guests today."

……

In southern Xinjiang, there are hundreds of thousands of mountains.

Queen Ma and Wen'er spent some leisurely time here. Wener visited the Twelve Cave and became more and more curious about the ancient witch clan. With this in-depth understanding, she discovered that the magic sect is related to the witch clan. As for Empress Ma, learning the art of Gu, in Chi Li's words, was a gift that made great progress with each passing day.

This day, Feihuadong.

Chi Li, Queen Ma and Wen'er stood in front of a table in a cave, with a box on the table. Chi Li asked Empress Ma, "My queen, are you ready?"

Queen Ma nodded heavily: "You're ready, come on!"

After hearing this, Huan'er took a step back, because the box contained the immortality Gu, and Chi Li was now going to plant the immortality Gu for Queen Ma. Chi Li opened the box and found a golden insect inside, exuding a brilliant aura.

The golden bug spread its wings and landed on Queen Ma's palm, and then slowly disappeared into Queen Ma's palm. At this moment, Queen Ma exuded a brilliant aura.

"It's done!" Chi Li said.

"Is this done?" Wen'er exclaimed.

"The Gu insect chooses a host. As long as it is selected, growing the Gu is very simple." Chi Li said.

"Anyway, I can't imagine having a bug in my body." Wener waved her hand.

"It's not that there's a bug in the body, it's that there's an extra organ in the body." Queen Ma smiled, "Gu bugs are not scary."

The three of them walked out of the cave while chatting. Queen Ma has successfully planted the poison, and they will leave Shiwanda Mountain to travel to the northwest before returning to the capital.

Ten days later, they arrived in Kunming first. Hou Muying of Xiping breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Queen Ma back safely. Queen Ma asked about the situation in the capital. When she learned that the consort Ouyang Lun had been arrested, she frowned.

"Empress, do you want to go back to the capital?" Mu Ying asked tentatively, "The prince-in-law's matter is very involved."

"No!" Queen Ma shook her head, "Your Majesty has your own sense of discretion. I will write a letter and you can send it to the capital."

……

Beijing, Wenhua Palace.

When Zhu Yuanzhang arrived early in the morning, he saw Mu Ying's book, along with a letter from Queen Ma. He hurriedly opened Queen Ma's letter, read it, and said excitedly: "My sister has planted the immortality Gu. It's great. We don't have to worry about his health anymore."

He remembered what the Supreme Emperor had said back then, that the Queen and the Emperor's eldest grandson would pass away one after another. This had always been a worry in his heart. Now that the Queen had the immortality Gu, there was no need to worry. The only thing he was worried about was the Emperor's eldest grandson.

"Dad, why are you so happy?" Prince Zhu Biao came over.

"Look, your mother's letter." Zhu Yuanzhang handed the letter to Zhu Biao.

Zhu Biao read it carefully and his face was full of excitement. However, he pointed to the part in the letter and said: "Father, the queen means to save Ouyang Lun's life. After all, he is the son-in-law of the Zhu family."

Zhu Yuanzhang took a deep breath and shook his head: "That's why we want to kill him even more!"

Zhu Biao looked sad: "Sister Anqing came to see me today. Hey, I don't know how to persuade her. She has a child."

"She came to plead for Ouyang Lun?" Zhu Yuanzhang said coldly, "Ouyang Lun violated national laws and will be dealt with according to national laws. You tell her not to come to plead for mercy again. The Zhu family can take good care of her and the child."

"Father..." Zhu Biao hesitated.

"Stop talking!" Zhu Yuanzhang said coldly, "We just want to kill Ouyang Lun, and we want to tell everyone in the world that no matter who violates the laws of the Ming Dynasty, they will be punished."

"Father, I saw that there were many people involved this time, and half of the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty was involved." Zhu Biao was worried, "If they are all dealt with, there will be immediate turmoil in the government and the opposition."

Zhu Yuanzhang's face was gloomy, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Unrest? It has been more than ten years since the founding of the Ming Dynasty. We don't believe that we can't bear this turmoil. Kill one and we will repair the other! It is better to deal with the short-term pain than the long-term pain."

"Then the Fengtian Palace will be filled with blood," Zhu Biao said.

"Fengtian Palace is bleeding like a river, but if the people of Ming Dynasty are healthy, then it is worth it!" Zhu Yuanzhang said solemnly.

"Father, this... this history book for future generations, I don't know... I don't know what reputation it will have." Zhu Biao said.

"We killed corrupt officials, but we didn't kill any common people." Zhu Yuanzhang waved his hand and said, "We have no control over how the history books of future generations record it."

Zhu Biao frowned.

Alas, history books are not written by the common people.

(End of this chapter)