First Prince of Ming Dynasty

Zhu Biao's pace seemed to be slow but fast, and he felt the faint gaze behind him dissipate after he turned a palace gate. He planned to chat with his mother about the arrangements of the Wu clan.

He received the news yesterday that when the capital was approaching the capital, Empress Ma arranged for people to send the Wu family back to their hometowns. They only rewarded poetry and books with poor food and clothing, and they only gave a lot to Wu Congzhen, the only surviving sixth uncle with long eyebrows. A set of handmade robes for memory.

The depth of love is long-term. Empress Ma is afraid that the Wu family will be arrogant and bully her fellow countrymen, and will eventually be reduced to the point of being punished by the Ming Dynasty.

Sudden wealth is not necessarily a good thing for ordinary people.

On the way to the Wuying Hall, Zhu Biao bumped into Chen Mingjie, Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and Zhang Guanglie, Minister of Dali Temple, who were coming towards him. Both of them looked a little dignified.

"I will pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"Have you reported it to the emperor first?"

When Lao Zhu was not in the capital, there was nothing wrong with reporting everything to Zhu Biao first, but after Sheng Jia returned to Beijing, it was a big problem to report to the prince over the emperor.

"Back to Your Highness, the Hall of Martial Arts is noisy. After the Holy Majesty heard about the general plan, he ordered the ministers to report to His Highness first."

"Oh, it seems that something happened in Liyang, let's move to the Wenhua Palace and talk about it."

"promise."

The group turned to the Wenhua Hall, where the two hall officials stopped and stood in silence, while Zhu Biao continued to sit on the throne, and after sitting down, he waved and ordered Liu Jin to move a brocade stool for the two of them.

After thanking the two, they sat down carefully, and Chen Mingjie, Minister of the Ministry of Justice, handed over the thick stack of paper to Liu Jin: "This is a blood book written by the people of Liyang. Those who understand the text write their own names and surnames, and those who don't know it use their fingerprints. , now clearly identifiable seals of more than 2,000 people, please read it, Your Highness."

Zhu Biao beckoned, but Liu Jin was reluctant, the blood was unknown, how could he show it to the prince, what if there was a frightening evil spirit.

It was indeed a very thick stack, and the handwriting and fingerprints on it were scattered and scribbled, with dense marks all over every corner. Zhu Biao flipped through it expressionlessly, and finally threw it on the case.

The Minister of Dali Temple submitted the interrogation record, which recorded in detail the questions and answers during the interrogation. It turns out that Liyang is not only rich in grain and mines, but also a well-known hometown of abduction, and the people are rich.

The magistrate of Liyang County and Pan Fu, the official of the Yamen, saw the great profit, and under the pretext of making a confession to the court, they forced every household in Liyang County to pay a sufficient number of crutches every month. It is called Ke Lian Jing Zhang.

According to Huang Lu, this quality is almost absolutely unqualified, that is to say, the people in Liyang County not only have to hand in crutches every month, but also money and food, which makes the originally relatively affluent life plummet.

But now, the people in Liyang not only have to pay crutches, but also have to pay money to cross the bridges in the county, and even pay taxes when they sleep.

After reading it, Zhu Biao let out a sigh of relief and said: "In the past few years, the officials sent to Liyang for inspection by the Ministry of Officials and the supervisory censors of Yushitai have committed the crime of negligence. check!"

"promise."

Compared with the county magistrate, Zhu Biao hated the supervisor for neglecting his duty even more. Whose fault is it?

The guardian must not absolve himself of the blame!

The Ministry of Officials evaluates local officials every year, and the Yushitai often has supervisors to inspect the places. Even if there is negligence in the dark under the lamp, it should not be deceived for so long.

Of course, the mistakes made by the Ministry of Officials and the Procuratorate cannot be ignored, but the culprits are still Liyang officials, and they must be severely punished to serve as an example, otherwise it will not be enough to deter local officials.

"Your Highness, although there is a blood book, it is only the words of the scholar. It is unknown whether the people are stupid or misled. It is better to summon the magistrate of Liyang County to the capital to confront him in court."

"My minister also thought that the criminal should be detained and returned to Beijing immediately, and he will be found out if he is loyal, treacherous and evil again."

Zhu Biao nodded and said: "The Ministry of Punishment immediately arranges people to go, and make sure no one escapes."

"promise."

The capital in Liyang is not far away, only a short distance of two hundred miles, and they can be brought back tomorrow without any need to send any imperial envoys, just targeting a few low-level officials.

After the Minister of the Ministry of Justice and the Minister of Dali Temple retired, they all ordered the same Zhi Shang Honghai to kneel down inside, and Zhu Biao didn't make things difficult for him, after all, he had only taken over the pro-military Duwei's mansion for a few months.

However, he still reprimanded a few words and asked him to thoroughly investigate the internal affairs and severely punish the spies in Liyang. Failure to report the knowledge is a felony, and no amount of punishment is too high.

If it is said that killing a county magistrate needs to go through interrogation, after all, he is still an official at a low level, and the whole of the pro-military captain's mansion is full of emperors and soldiers, eagles, dogs and minions.

Shang Honghai retreated profusely in sweat, making up his mind to make an example of others after returning home. In a place like Liyang, they dared to help conceal it and not report it. What about other places?

This time it was a long-standing matter, His Royal Highness did not hold him accountable, but next time he might not be so lenient, in his position he enjoys his rights and accepts his responsibilities, that's all.

Sure enough, the pro-army Duwei's mansion began to rot, and Zhu Biao was tapped lightly on the handrail with his fingers. This was still within his expectation. It still has to be used, and now it is even more useless.

Fortunately, he had already prepared for it. Quan Xu's side had achieved remarkable results, and he could pull it out and use it at any time. Just wait for the old knife of the pro-military captain's mansion to kill Hu Weiyong and other Huaixi nobles, and then throw it away.

Zhu Biao's idea is very righteous, otherwise he wouldn't have invested so much in so many years. He is not sure what Jinyiwei will be like in the future, but in his hands, it will definitely be a magic weapon to conquer the world.

At this time, a pretty lady-in-waiting came forward with a cake, and suddenly she crooked and fell to the ground with a coquettish cry, as if she had been rehearsed thousands of times, her posture was graceful and moving.

Zhu Biao's attention was naturally also attracted by it, and he tilted his head slightly to look at her, and it happened that the maid also raised her head, her eyes were tightly fixed on her almond eyes, like a river of spring water.

Liu Jin frowned but didn't yell at the first time. Whether the woman did it on purpose or not, she had to look at her master's attitude first. If the master was interested, it was of course no fault. He would have to support her in the future. .

If not, then I'd be embarrassed. It's easy to talk about disrespect in front of the palace, but it's nothing more than simple corporal punishment. If you carry the name of a vicious and seductive master, it's hard to die.

The woman saw that His Highness the Crown Prince's figure remained still, and he didn't show any signs of pity and pity. Her palms were sweating, and she hurriedly lay down on the ground to plead guilty, wanting to make amends.

Zhu Biao sighed and got up, stepped past the kneeling maid, and finally muttered casually when he came to the gate of the palace: "Forget it."

Liu Jin bowed slightly, then turned around and yelled at the court lady: "Why are you serving in front of His Highness with thick hands and feet? Later, you will be served outside, and you will be fined with a month's salary so that you will have a long memory."

"Yes, the servant girl knew it was wrong."

"snort."

After Liu Jin made up his mind about this matter, he quickly chased after his highness. All his thoughts are not important, and everything must be in accordance with the Lord's mind first.

The maid slowly got up and wiped her tears, and was about to clean up the scattered cakes on the ground, when several other maids stepped forward and stopped her: "You don't need to clean up here anymore, get out."

"Sister, I..."

"go out!"

We are all women, so you don’t need to say what you have in mind. If you become a noble person, you will be expected to support you more in the future, but if you fail, you have to swallow the bitter fruit yourself, and don’t blame others for being ruthless.

After she walked away in a daze, several people knelt down and began to tidy up carefully. One of them whispered: "Fortunately for her, Your Highness is merciful, otherwise there will be good fruits for her."

"Shut up, you can guess what His Highness is thinking, do you want to be kicked out too?"

The slightly older one slightly raised his head and glanced at the seat where Zhu Biao had just sat, his eyes showed a deep sense of admiration and nostalgia, who would never dream of being taken into the room by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, but who could really have it? What about this good luck?

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