has become a demon

Chapter 17

Yin time is over half.

It was dark over the city, but the palace was brightly lit.

The palace people quietly moved the items belonging to the former prince, as well as the children's toys of the grandson of the emperor.Now the new owner of this palace has finished changing clothes and is sitting on the couch reading the secret report from the Middle East Factory.

A palace official was putting on boots for him, but he suddenly kicked him away and bumped into the incense burner, causing the Zijin incense burner to shake.Everyone in the palace was prostrate on the ground, and an invisible panic spread silently.

King Ning, Zhao Ji... Maybe he should be called the prince now. He looked up at the servants who were kneeling together from inside to outside, and finally fixed his eyes on Shu Liang's back. After staring for a while, he said calmly: " What are you all doing in a daze, and it will be the time for Yumen to listen to the government. This is the first time Gu appears as the prince of Jian Guo, so you shouldn't miss Dianmao, right?"

Everyone should be.

The palace man who was wearing boots wanted to put on his boots, but was stopped by Shu Liang.

"The newcomer's hands and feet are rough, so it's better for the slaves to come." Shu Liang said.

Zhao Ji was noncommittal, and only flipped through the two thin pages of the report in his hand.Shu Liang kneeled to his feet, let him step on her knees, and lifted his boots.

"First kill dozens of Jinyiwei..." Zhao Ji read, "Then we defeated the cavalry of a hundred households in Xuanzhou... Xue Zhan died, and more than half of the general banner, small banner, and cavalry were seriously injured. Xie Taichu was seriously injured and vomited blood so that he was almost out of breath. Absolutely... Facing such a dying person, Xue Er's lieutenant general was shattered, and he was the first to throw away his helmet and armor, so that the rest of the people fled after hearing the news, and they didn't even dare to return to Tianshou Mountain to return to their lives. Back to Xuanzhou?"

Shu Liang's fingertips trembled, and he replied: "Yes. The servants ordered people to arrest the deserters and return them to the capital, where they will be executed on the spot."

Zhao Ji squeezed the thin report and sneered: "Is Xie Taichu some kind of monster with three heads and six arms?"

"It's because of the fluke that this servant underestimated Xie Taichu." Shu Liang lifted two boots for him, kowtowed, "Please punish the master."

"A single Xie Taichu can actually make you lose control of Shu Liang, and the ultimate move fails... It's really unexpected. Has his body been found?"

"After the fierce battle, life and death are unknown." Shu Liang replied, "Order people to search, the ground is full of blood and flesh, regardless of enemy or friend."

"When he comes back, he will deduce the fate for the orphan, and judge the future to appease the public. Now that the person is dead, it will be difficult."

Shu Liang snatched the land with his head: "Your servant is guilty."

Zhao Ji put down the report, stood up and walked to the window, looking at the eaves in the distance, the room became quiet.

Only the sound of the copper kettle dripping slowly.

Shu Liang secretly raised his head to look at Zhao Ji's back, and asked tentatively, "Please ask the master, Zhao Yuan's celebration is a foregone conclusion, how to deal with it in the future."

Zhao Ji pondered for a moment, then smiled and said: "If you are destined to escape Tianshou Mountain, you may not be able to leave Ningxia Wei. It's not so easy to stay under Helan Mountain, let's see his fate."

Zhao Ji rode a chariot from Duanben Palace, walked through Huiji Gate and entered in front of Huangji Hall.

Shen Zhu ordered Jin Yiwei to stand in front of the police, and he went with Zhao Ji's chariot. The snow had fallen a few days ago, and it had been compacted into ice under trampling. After crossing the Jinshui River, he saw all the officials standing in uniform In the darkness, there are powerful officials he is not familiar with, and there are also friends he is familiar with... However, everyone looked at him with strange and vigilant eyes, as if he was still holding the bloody head of the former prince.

Shen Zhu knew that he had no way back, and this way was his choice.

The son of a merchant, what better future can there be?

Scholars, farmers, businessmen, and merchants are just the last class.

If one person is in business, the whole family should not wear silk and satin, but only silk, cotton, and silk.

If one person runs a business, that person and his descendants cannot take the imperial examination, and a merchant cannot be an official.

His father was just a small trader. If the fields were not occupied, how could he be forced to sell goods to make a living.Crawling and rolling, suffering so much, lying low and being small, unable to lift his head.

Obviously there is no difference from other people, but they have become inferior people who are only a little better than slaves, untouchables.

That's why his father went bankrupt and sent him into Jinyiwei, and he made it to the present step by step.What Shu Liang could give him was already the best choice, and also the fastest choice.

or……

The merchant's son never had a choice.

So he took a deep breath of the freezing air, raised his eyes and looked at the farthest place, under the gate of Huangji, where the palace lanterns illuminated, was the empty dragon chair.

As soon as Zhao Ji got off the chariot and stood still, someone came out and questioned: "Does King Ning still have his father in his heart when he does such beastly things?!"

He raised his eyes and glanced over, it was Fu Xingxue, the director of the Ministry of Rites.

Sixth grade Beijing official.

A pawn who throws stones to ask for directions.

He didn't even bother to open his mouth, he raised his finger.

Shu Liang raised his voice and said: "Roar at the court meeting, disrespect your majesty, drag it down!"

Fu Xingxue had already been dragged down by Jin Yiwei guards on both sides, pressed to the side of Jinshui River, and fed twenty court sticks.There were endless screams.

Amidst the screams, someone finally couldn't bear it anymore, came out and said angrily: "Dare to ask Your Highness, what crime is this?"

"The previous crown prince has been abolished, and now the crown prince of Jianguo is in front of you. Seeing the crown prince is like seeing a king's father. Fu Xingxue said something offensive and roared at the court, he should be beaten." Shu Liang said.

The man said again: "The minister is asking King Ning. A eunuch who is erected inside, how can you speak at the court meeting!"

Shu Liang glared at him gloomyly, and wanted someone to pull down the court stick, but Zhao Ji had already asked, "Who are you?"

The man cupped his hands and said, "Chen Hanlin edited Tang Qingbo."

Zhao Ji laughed after hearing this: "Tang Qingbo? That Tang Haolan who was downstairs in Yuheng who cursed at the imperial court before Frost's Fall and wanted to cut down the feudal clan... who are you?"

"It's the courtier."

Zhao Ji asked: "Where is Tang Haolan?"

Tang Haolan was arrested a few days ago in Beizhen Fusi, his leg injury has not healed, he came out with a limp, stood beside Tang Qingbo, bowed and said: "Student Hanlin Academy scholar Tang Haolan, met King Ning."

"Father and son are two imperial schools, with ten revisions and compilations in 300 years, the Tang family can be regarded as a scholarly family." Zhao Ji nodded and asked Tang Qingbo, "This time the frost is coming to visit the mausoleum, are you the accompanying historian?"

"The minister is the accompanying historian of Yeling." Tang Qingbo said.

"Lonely and curious, what did you remember this visit to the mausoleum?"

"According to the actual records, according to the historical records." Tang Qingbo said again, "The rebellion at Yeling has been recorded in the annals of history. Even King Ning, you are eloquent, and you are not worthy of the infamy of future generations."

Zhao Ji asked back: "If you want to change it?"

"A minister's job as a historian, dare not forget it, let alone change it."

"No change?" Zhao Ji asked again.

"no way."

Zhao Ji's eyes were cold, and he spit out two words: "Stand dead."

There was a commotion among the courtiers, and before they could react, Shen Zhu had already taken the order and said to Jin Yiwei beside him: "Come here, drag down and stick to death!"

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and saw that Tang Haolan was looking at him with unbelievable eyes.

Shen Zhu was taken aback.

But Jin Yiwei, who was wearing chain mail on his side, had already stepped forward and captured Tang Qingbo with his backhand, dragged him to the bank of Jinshui River, and received his punishment next to Fu Xingxue.

Zhao Ji asked Tang Haolan again: "You are promoted to editing, how about you? Do you want to change?"

He spoke lightly, but the pressure was overwhelming, just looking into his eyes, Tang Haolan felt terrified and lost his voice for a moment.

"me……"

Tang Qingbo shouted angrily: "Hao Lan! Don't lose my name as the tenth generation of the Tang family!"

Before he finished speaking, the imperial staff was raised, blocking his words.

But Tang Haolan started to be frightened. Hearing this, he was not afraid now. Although his face was pale, he already regarded death as home: "The son inherits his father's career. If I am a historian, I dare not forget it. I would rather die than change."

Zhao Ji sighed: "The solitary will fulfill you. Just drag it on—"

Jin Yiwei grabbed Tang Haolan again in response, and when passing by Shen Zhu, Tang Haolan glanced at him again.That look was extremely complicated and extremely disappointed.

"Is climbing up with human blood what you want? Shen Zhu, is this the Vanity Fair you want?" Tang Haolan asked him hoarsely.

Questioning was like a sharp sword, piercing through Shen Zhu and making him stand still on the spot.

The crowd fell silent for a while.

"Where is Duan, Minister of the Ministry of Officials?" Zhao Ji asked.

Duan Zhi came out, hugged the wat board, bowed and said: "The minister is here."

When Duan was in his fifties, his son and Zhao Yuan's good friend Duan Baozhai was very similar to him, but his temperament was very different.

"I'm not mistaken, the memorial is from the Ministry of Officials, the Metropolitan Procuratorate and the Imperial Academy, right?" Zhao Ji asked, "You don't have anything to say?"

Duan Zhi bowed and said: "At that time, at this time. The country's strategy is questioned according to the place and time. At that time, the feudal clan was to be cut down, but now it is not necessary to cut down the feudal clan. What happened in the past is discussed in the past. I hope... the crown prince will see clearly. "

After saying this, he bowed his head and knelt down to plead guilty.

Officials are not ashamed, and some people insult them.

Zhao Ji paced slowly, and sat on the small stool that Shu Liang had prepared for him long ago.

He stared at the commotion crowd, and asked with a smile: "At the beginning, I went to the memorial with this Tang Qingbo and said that I wanted to cut down the feudal clan, especially the orphaned feudal land... Who else is there? Do you remember Duan Aiqing? Call the name and let the orphan see ?”

Duan Zhi answered yes, turned around and called names: "Wu Weiqi from the Ministry of Officials, Zuo Hongbao, Kuai Wenfu from the Imperial Academy...Jiang Caijie from the Metropolitan Procuratorate..."

Every time he ordered a person, Jin Yiwei would go in and drag one person out.

More than 30 people came out one after another.

Jiang Caijie from the Metropolitan Procuratorate was staunch, and yelled: "Zhao Ji, you are a traitor! Duan Zhi, you despicable villain!"

Zhao Ji rubbed his forehead and said, "Stand dead."

Along the Jinshui River, the screams of staff strikes continued to be heard.

The blood slowly meandered and fell into the river water, shining on the ethereal palace lanterns, really staining it with a shimmering red-gold color.

The punishment was long and hopeless.

Zhao Ji never frowned once.

He knows that it is much more difficult to make these scholar-bureaucrats bend their knees than to make the enemy bend their knees on the battlefield.The clans, aristocratic families, and intertwined interests behind them made all this more complicated.

The crushing of the scholar-bureaucrats' fig leaf with sticks, finally came to an end when the chief minister of the cabinet, Geng Zhenguo, bowed and called Zhao Ji "His Royal Highness".

But everyone in front of the Huangji Gate is very clear-the push for power between the hegemony and the civil servants will continue to be staged at the cost of human life in the future.

Those who steal the hook are thieves, and those who steal the country are marquises.

The wheels are rolling, and some ants will always be crushed to death.

These dozens of human lives are nothing more than insignificant, insignificant, and insignificant numbers in the war of stealing the country.

Fifteen days later.

Zhao Yuan and his party disguised as a caravan met Huang He for the second time.

Kan Yufeng lifted the curtain of the carriage, and said to Zhao Yuan, "Master, Ningxia Town is almost there after crossing the Yellow River. Would you like to take a look?"

Half supported and half hugged, Zhao Yuan sat on the outer edge of the carriage, and he could see a marvelous scene from the middle of the mountain where the convoy was.

In the desolate Mobei wind and sand, the yellow land is divided into thousands of valleys. In front of it is the gently frozen Yellow River. After passing the Yellow River, the scenery changes and appears a green color.

In the farthest distance of the sky is a majestic and continuous mountain range.

That is the place where military strategists must be right since ancient times.

Helan Mountain.

It blocked the wind and sand from Mobei and became an insurmountable moat.

Surrounded by it, the clear Yellow River meanders through, watering the soil on both banks.

Grasslands, cultivated land, dense forests, salt ponds, mine warehouses... God embedded an awl-shaped treasure land in the northwest corner, which bred countless treasures.

This is the frontier of Ningxia Town, embedded in Tatar territory, from west to east, covering 47 towns and cities in Ningxia, Weizhou, Ningxia Weiwei and other important border areas.

——Jiangnan, Ningxia.

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For the map of Ningxia Wei, I refer to Ming Ningxia Wei. For specific map examples, you can find Ningxia on my Weibo@梅八转.