First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Zhu Yuanzhang also frowned when he heard the words. Looking back, this is indeed the case. Since the drought in Shaanxi and Gansu, the imperial court not only hastily mobilized food and grass from various places, but also hastily dispatched several waves of officials from the Ministry of Education and Yushitai. Prevent local officials from corrupting people's life-saving food.

Old Zhu himself knew how his family was ruined back then, and he naturally knew that official corruption under the famine was far more terrifying than natural disasters, so he sent officials from different government offices and different waves to supervise, just to prevent them from colluding. After a few magistrates, up to now they are all low-rank officials with the experience of judging officials.

Zhu Yuanzhang frowned and said, "There are a lot of things going on in the palace, not to mention how long you have only been back, and you want to go outside again?"

Zhu Biao poured a cup of herbal tea for his father and said: "Originally, I planned to come out after Luo Hua was born, but now that everyone has come, I simply plan to go to Shaanxi and Gansu for a visit. You didn't take my words to heart."

"It is enough for the court to have the father and emperor. Although the sons and ministers are currently governing with the court, the significance is greater than the reality. It is enough to show their faces, let alone give Hu Weiyong a little chance."

Zhu Yuanzhang snorted, knowing his son is like a father, this boy just can't stay in the inner courtyard of the deep palace, and he doesn't want to deal with endless government affairs with him every day.

Zhu Biao stood up with a smile, walked behind his father and squeezed it: "Shaangan must be a ghost, and sending officials there will not help. Guaranteed to be honest, there is no other suitable candidate except Erchen."

Zhu Yuanzhang relaxed and enjoyed his son's massage. It's not that Zhu Biao's technique is so good, but Zhu Yuanzhang will never let people stand behind and touch his neck easily, no matter if it's the imperial doctor or the eunuch and maid serving beside him.

On weekdays, only Empress Ma and Zhu Biao could give him a pinch, otherwise no matter how tired he was, he would have to knock on Yu Ruyi himself. Zhu Yuanzhang thought for a while before saying: "You can go and have a look, but you must return to Beijing before the end of the year."

Zhu Biao naturally agreed, even if Lao Zhu didn't say that he would go back as soon as possible, he would have to watch his own blood be born, to be honest, if he hadn't already arrived in Huaiqing Mansion, he would not have thought of it .

"Also, next year we will inspect the area in person, and you will be in charge of the country then."

The corner of Zhu Biao's mouth twitched. He originally planned to go to Suncheon next year, but he didn't expect that his father could not stay anymore, and he was ready to take a stroll.

But that's okay, in fact, with the situation of their father and son, as long as one of them stays in Beijing, the overall situation can be stabilized. If both of them are in Beijing, there will be some overlap. Although there is no contradiction, the styles of handling government affairs are indeed somewhat different.

What's more, the emperor and the crown prince are both here. How will Hu Weiyong, the left minister of the current dynasty, develop? Since he is going to be fattened before killing, he must naturally be given a chance to develop.

After the discussion, Zhu Yuanzhang felt much better because of Liu Chun's low mood. He is not a person who likes to sit in court, but he did it for the sake of the country and the country. Now that his son has grown up and can handle things, it is natural To use it.

Zhu Biao could only agree, and Zhu Yuanzhang asked after seeing this: "How do you plan to investigate? The pro-military Duwei's Mansion has sent many spies, but those people have become more and more cautious, and they have not investigated too much. Lots of things."

Didn't find out too much, I'm afraid they are colluding. The father and son looked at each other and knew it in their hearts. A few days ago, they received a secret note from Ma Kuiyuan, the deputy commander of the pro-military captain's mansion, saying that Mao Xiang had received two thousand taels from nowhere. The silver and the 500 mu of fertile land outside the capital, and those bank notes and land deeds were all delivered overnight to Mao Xiang's maid who was raised outside the mansion.

Zhu Biao was not surprised when he heard about it. People who are close to the military commander's mansion actually know that what they do will probably end badly, especially for those who have achieved the position of commander. There are also quite a few illegitimate children who are outside, but they are afraid that one day they will commit crimes that will never be seen again.

But this also shows that Mao Xiang has a premonition and is making some arrangements, which is the so-called awareness. In the afternoon, the father and son went back to their rooms to rest for a while. As a result, no one dared to disturb, and no one sent beautiful women who liked to hear and see.

Hearing the news at night that Liu Ying led a prostitute into the prison, he was probably satisfied with his attitude in the morning, thinking that his younger brother was leaving tomorrow, so he simply let him relax, Zhu Yuanzhang naturally would not care about such trivial matters, The same is true of Zhu Biao.

In the early morning of the next day, people surrounded the prison, some of them were suffering lords, but most of them were spectators. They couldn't wait to see the legendary beheading and the beheading of the county magistrate who was a relative of the emperor.

It is naturally impossible for Zhu Yuanzhang to come. Zhu Biao will be in charge of punishing Dongping Hou Hanzheng, and Yihui Hou Liu Ying will be responsible for restraining Liu Chun's body.

When Zhu Biao led the people out of the county government office to the prison, he saw seven or eight rough men in red clothes and red turbans standing on an open space with their eyes closed and holding big knives, with a few iron and wood chopping boards in the middle.

The crowd of people were discussing, and the scene was quite noisy. Zhu Biao frowned slightly, and Han Zheng, who was wearing armor, turned around and glared at the direction where the crowd was the largest, shouting loudly: "Quiet!"

When Han Zheng got angry, the pro-military guards around him naturally followed and scolded. The common people seemed to be choked by the throat. They all lowered their eyebrows and stopped talking. The timid ones didn't dare to watch the excitement, and turned around to leave.

Zhu Biao stood waiting in front of the jail, and within a short while he heard the wailing of crying father and mother, officials and bullies were dragged out, these people instigated Liu Chun to do evil, took advantage of the opportunity to make profits, and were imprisoned early .

This morning, after eating a slightly meaty meal, I knew it was going to be bad. Just now I heard that the Holy Majesty sentenced him to be cut in half, and he even wanted to hit a pillar to death, so as to save himself from that miserable crime.

"Forgive me, my lord, be merciful, if the grassroots are guilty, let me be happy, just behead the capital, don't beheaded, my lord, be merciful!"

"Hahaha, beheading the evil one from the side, but Liu Chun's head is beheading. God is unfair, the emperor is unfair, let's all go to hell, hahahaha!"

"Cry ass, I have enjoyed good fortune and done evil all my life, and now I don't have any regrets when it's over, just hurry up and don't cry beside men."

Before the torture, more than 20 people can be described as all kinds of beings, but no matter how loud their mouths are, the fear in their eyes and their legs and feet that can only move forward after being supported by others prove that these people are just dead ducks.

The people who had just calmed down started shouting and shouting again. There were a few crazy people, dressed in tattered clothes, but holding several big steamed buns in their hands. prisoner.

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