Ming Dynasty: A hundred-year-old immortal cultivator, Zhu Yuanzhang’s biological father

Therefore, if you act rashly before ensuring that the official positions can be smoothly connected, it will cause local chaos.

A single move can affect the entire body...it turns out there is so much art to killing!

Zhu Xiongying nodded: "Grandpa, I understand."

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "Haha, that's good. You need to understand it quickly."

After the old man finished laughing, his face became a little grim. He casually handed the rice paper and brush to Zhu Xiongying.

"Killing is Grandpa's idea. You write down how to kill. Grandpa will have someone pass it to the Left Censor-in-Chief Bao Zhao who is far away in Zhejiang!"

Zhu Xiongying was stunned for a moment, but he didn't show too much mercy. He just picked up the pen, thought for a moment, and started writing quickly and forcefully!
Zhu Yuanzhang put the letter away, put his hands behind his back and walked out silently, apparently handing the letter to Jiang Yu.

Zhu Xiongying looked up at the sky outside. When the old man came, there was still the afterglow of the setting sun, but now the sunset had all faded away.

Zhu Xiongying got up and lit the kerosene lamp.

From the kitchen, two side dishes and rice had been brought over.

The old man came back soon.

Zhu Xiongying helped the old man to eat.

"That's right, old man."

Zhu Xiongying served the old man rice and seemed to remember something. He asked Zhu Yuanzhang, "Did you hear anything about my regent?"

"Did you arrange this?"

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned for a moment, then looked at Zhu Xiongying with a smile: "Why are you asking this?"

Zhu Xiongying said: "Yesterday Tan'er came to me and asked me whether I should supervise the country or not."

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiongying with a smile: "What do you think?"

Zhu Xiongying shook his head: "I don't know, but I also asked Duke Liang."

"What does the Duke of Liang say?" Zhu Yuanzhang asked with a smile.

Zhu Xiongying replied: "What he said was also weird. It was the same as if he hadn't said anything."

"Speak frankly, old man. You are not really going to let me govern the country, are you?"

If Zhu Xiongying had not lived in that era, he would rarely have studied the internal historical materials of the palace.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked at Zhu Xiongying with a half-smile and said, "Let's not talk about this!"

Zhu Xiongying was a little unwilling, but still nodded and said, "Okay."

……

Since the beginning of summer, Yingtian City has been sunny and cloudless.

Yingtian is the center of Jiangnan, and the sky becomes gloomy as you move south.

When we reached the coast, there was already a little drizzle falling in the wind.

In the early summer, the surface of Nanhu Lake was splashed with water by the drizzle. In the early morning, a fisherman wearing a straw raincoat was rowing his boat, struggling to collect the fishing nets in Nanhu Lake.

Little white fish are jumping around in the fishing net.

Under the straw raincoat, the fisherman's face was filled with a smile of good harvest.

Live by the mountain, eat by the mountain; live by the sea, eat by the sea. Today's harvest is good. I think I can sell two taels of wine at the market.

When the fisherman was collecting the net, his expression suddenly shook.

As far as the eye could see, on the shore of South Lake, rows of guards wearing straw raincoats and holding goose-wing swords were rushing forward with murderous intent.

Judging from the direction they were running, it seemed they were heading towards the Jiaxing County Government Office.

Jiaxing County Government Office.

A tense and solemn atmosphere permeated the air, and even the officials sitting in the middle hall all looked sad.

The drizzle outside gradually got heavier. The sound of raindrops falling was not soothing, but rather made people more upset.

"Sir Wang, what should we do? What should we do? The people from the Censorate have already found Haiyan. All the people in Haiyan County have been taken away and sent to the Censorate."

"All the members of the Lin family in Haiyan County have been arrested. According to what the higher-ups said, the main culprits of the Lin family will all be executed by slow slicing!"

Inside the Jiaxing County Yamen, a chief clerk was trembling with fear, his hand holding the teacup was shaking slightly.

When the Left Censor-in-Chief of the Censorate came to Zhejiang, they did not realize how serious the problem was.

In just less than six days, the Haiyan County Government was completely wiped out. From the county magistrate to the clerks and jailers, all were arrested by the Zhejiang Jinyiwei and sent to the Zhejiang Provincial Surveillance Commissioner's Office.

The imperial court has directly transferred an editor from the Hanlin Academy to take over the Haiyan County Government.

This time the action was swift and decisive to the extreme, and judging from the situation, it seemed that they were determined to get to the bottom of it!

Wang Shihong, the magistrate of Jiaxing County, held the celadon teacup calmly, blew on it gently, and said, "Why are you all so panicking?"

"Haiyan County's affairs have nothing to do with us."

"They pretended to be Japanese barbarians and looted the village, but it was not our order."

"They risk their lives for money, but we don't!"

Chief Clerk Liu Kaizhi was still a little uneasy. The weather in early summer should have been quite hot, but this rain had turned the weather in the south of the Yangtze River cold again.

I don’t know if it’s because of the weather or psychological reasons, but Liu Zhubu just felt his hands and feet were cold.

He held the hot tea, looked around at everyone, and said: "Lord Wang, although we did not get involved in the looting of Haiyan Village, but..."

"But we also have smuggling dealings with the Lin family."

"If the Lin family betrays us, this matter will not end well!"

County Magistrate Wang smiled and said, "Smuggling? All the smuggling accounts have been cleared. Words are not enough. If the Lin family says we are smuggling, does that mean we are smuggling?"

"Let's take a step back and say that this wealth has already been distributed to everyone in your family."

"Even if the Censorate really wanted to investigate, it would take at least a year or two to find out anything."

"One year? I don't believe the Censorate has that much patience. You should all be patient and don't panic when something happens."

"There's always a lot of thunder and little rain."

"The Emperor's big move this time is, at most, to massacre Haiyan County. It's unlikely to become a big deal, unless the Emperor wants to cause an earthquake in the southeast!"

Wang Shihong served as the magistrate of Jiaxing for five years. The officialdom in Zhejiang is complicated and intricate, and it is impossible for an inspector from the Censorate to investigate it all.

He wasn't worried about anything at this moment.

Liu Zhubu was still a little scared, and said solemnly: "Sir Wang, colleagues, have you noticed that in the past year, the affairs of the court seem to be not controlled by the emperor."

When these words came out, everyone was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Liu Zhubu said: "I don't know, but I always feel that the decrees issued by the emperor in the past year are extremely strange."

"In terms of agricultural policy, we changed to the curved plow for farming. In terms of coastal defense, we stepped up efforts to build ships in the southeast, and last time we even tried to lift the ban on sea trade..."

"In short, the emperor in the past would not do such risky things. It's as if... it's as if... suddenly someone else is in charge of the Ming Dynasty!"

After Liu Zhubu finished speaking, everyone fell into deep thought.

If you haven't thought about it deeply, you won't realize it. But now that you think about it carefully, everyone in the Jiaxing County Court has a serious look on their faces.

That seems to be the case.

Liu Zhubu continued, "I heard from my classmates in Yingtian that Yingtian now seems to be full of rumors that the emperor's eldest grandson is governing the country."

"I don't know what will happen at the court."

After hearing this, County Magistrate Wang slowly took a sip of tea and his brows gradually furrowed.

But he was soon relieved: "In any case, it has nothing to do with us. Even if the world changes, no one can touch the officialdom of Zhejiang!"

Chief Clerk Liu was not as broad-minded as Magistrate Wang. He always felt uneasy.

Especially the early summer rainstorm outside made him feel that something big was going to happen today.

A new emperor appoints new ministers. The emperor is sixty-six years old. Who knows what the old man is planning.

If a new monarch really appears, the emperor will definitely clear the way for him. Zhejiang is a complicated place with complicated connections. But to put it another way, if the new monarch wants to establish his authority, cleaning up the officialdom in Jiangsu and Zhejiang is the best way!

County Magistrate Wang looked around at everyone and said calmly: "It's done, everyone don't worry so much, everyone go back to do their work." Everyone nodded and were about to get up.

Boom!

A huge thunder came from the sky.

Then, the door of the county government office was pushed open violently.

Outside, there was a quarrel among the petty officials: "Who are you? How dare you break into the county government office?"

"Surround them! Don't let any of them go!"

"This is Jiaxing County Government Office! You want to rebel!"

The noise outside continued, but soon the clerk stopped making any noise.

Sonorous!

The sound of countless swords and spears being unsheathed caused panic in the Jiaxing County Court.

In the central hall, County Magistrate Wang, who had looked calm and composed just now, suddenly had a bad premonition and his face changed.

then.

In the heavy rain, a man in a crimson official robe was seen, with soldiers holding umbrellas for him on both sides. The official slowly walked to the front of the central hall.

Then he said in full force: "Come here! Surround this place!"

"Find a few people and invite all the county officials who are not on duty today to come here!"

"Control the scene!"

After a series of orders were given, several soldiers in uniform with swords drawn suddenly rushed into the county government office.

"Everyone sit down!"

A burst of loud shouting frightened the officials of Jiaxing County Court so much that their faces turned even paler than before!

The black boots beneath the official's scarlet robe were already covered in mud.

There seemed to be a few traces of blood on the official robe, which must have been from someone who had just killed someone.

He walked quickly into the middle hall.

"I am the Left Censor-in-Chief, Bao Zhao."

After he finished speaking, everyone in Jiaxing County was shocked.

Bao Zhao had a hot temper. When he walked to the central hall, he pushed the county magistrate Wang Shihong away and sat down on the main seat.

He picked up the teacup that Wang Shihong had drunk from, took a big gulp, and then looked at everyone with a cold brow.

"Everyone, kneel down before me!"

Wang Shihong was a little angry and said, "I am a successful Jinshi in the 18th year of Hongwu. There is no kneeling ceremony in the Ming Dynasty. You are trying to overstep your authority, rude censor?"

"You're talking too much bullshit...hiss!"

Bao Zhao took a deep breath and touched the blisters on the corners of his mouth, "Damn it! I've been a little irritable these past few days. I need to calm down."

Fighting all the way from Haiyan to Jiaxing, Bao Zhao's temper became worse and worse, especially when he saw the beastly things these bastards did on the coast of Zhejiang, he could no longer afford to be without temper.

Early this morning, he received another order from the Emperor, ordering him to cut the Gordian knot and not waste too much time in Zhejiang, as he had important matters to announce after returning.

What's the matter?
Bao Zhao probably understood it in his heart.

The document I received this morning was very strange. In the past, when the old man killed someone, he didn't care about the consequences, but today was different.

The document explained how he fished for the Jiaxing County Court, how he made them confess their crimes voluntarily, and even how he interrogated them. The details were extremely detailed and the methods were extremely sophisticated.

This is clearly not the old man's work!

Bao Zhao's heart was trembling. He knew that the person who was killing Zhejiang officials in Yingtian might be the eldest grandson of the Ming Emperor mentioned by the old man!
This eldest grandson of the emperor really gave Bao Zhao too many surprises. Let alone other things, his ability in fishing for the fish in Jiaxing County Yamen was definitely better than that of the old man!
Bao Zhao collected his thoughts, raised his hand and pointed at Wang Shihong, the magistrate of Jiaxing County, and shouted, "Tell me! How much was smuggled? How much money was collected?"

"Everyone kneel down!"

Bao Zhao said angrily, "You still have the nerve to stand here! As officials of the Ming Dynasty, I haven't seen you use much force in governing the country, but you are very strong in smuggling!"

He finished.

Then the soldiers forced the eight people in the house to kneel on the ground.

Magistrate Wang's cheeks flushed red with anger. He knew that he could not show any sign of weakness now. If he did, everything would be over.

"Brutal Censor... You are so outrageous! I will report you to the court for your violent law enforcement!"

"Are you accusing your colleagues in order to force them to confess?"

Bao Zhao said impatiently: "Torture a confession? What do I need to torture a confession for? If there is no evidence, would I do this?"

"You thought that even if the Lin family gave you up, you would be fine, right? You thought that I couldn't find the money you smuggled, right?"

"Does this officer need to take this trouble?"

"If I don't have some evidence, will I come to trouble you?"

"Somebody come!"

"Catch them all and put them in jail!"

"Let the Japanese go and confront them later!"

Bao Zhao bared his teeth and smiled coldly: "I don't need any physical evidence. I have the Japanese witnesses. Let me see how you can refute it."

"Do you really think I would bother to investigate other things? Just arrest the Japanese and everything will be over!"

When Bao Zhao finished speaking, everyone in the county government office widened their eyes.

Several people were shaking violently all over.

Bao Zhao took note of everyone's reactions.

When we hear the individual trial later, we'll do something like 'leniency to those who confess'.

How could these few cowards withstand being cheated?

Wow! I have to say, the emperor's grandson's trick of making something out of nothing and interrogating alone is really a high-level one!
There are no Japanese slaves! It's just Bao Zhao's nonsense! It's just to cause huge psychological pressure on these people!
A typhoon hit the coast, bringing a rain to the coast of Zhejiang.

The rain quickly spread to Yingtian.

It was already drizzling outside the Zhu Mansion.

The rain was getting heavier, and the crisp sound of raindrops hitting the bluestone road in the courtyard.

Zhu Yuanzhang was lying on the rocking chair in front of the door, looking outside indifferently and rocking by himself.

Zhu Xiongying was studying the taxation of Jiaozhi on his desk.

"Joo Hyung-hwan?"

This was the first time Zhu Xiongying heard his name, the origin of the fire radical, and he couldn't help but be curious: "I see."

Zhu Xiongying took a deep breath and continued, "Now the officialdom is spreading the news that I, the regent, have resurrected. Even Tan'er knows about this, so I'm sure the people will also know about this."

"It's impossible that those people in the palace didn't know."

"Someone is using me to make trouble. Why haven't you taken any action yet, Grandpa?"

Zhu Xiongying looked at the old man suspiciously and asked in confusion.

Zhu Yuanzhang smiled and said, "Maybe we already knew it?"

Zhu Xiongying said: "Then why... eh!"

Zhu Xiongying gasped with a slightly shocked expression: "Are you designing?"

Zhu Yuanzhang said without comment: "Yes."

Zhu Xiongying looked a little solemn.

But I soon felt relieved. After all, this matter had nothing to do with me.

He glanced at the calm old man and said, "I understand."

Zhu Yuanzhang was stunned, turned around and looked at Zhu Xiongying, and said, "What do you understand?" (End of this chapter)