Mystery Makes Me Strong

The emperor finally left the palace under the persuasion of the eunuch.

Fortunately, he had arranged for a substitute before, and now some caring people are paying attention to his substitute, but they have not found him as the real master.

The emperor and empress, the crown prince, a family of three, followed by the eunuch, lived in one of his courtyards outside the palace.

The Queen had said that she could go and hide at her father's house.

The emperor thought to himself, I might have agreed before, but now I know that your father, my patriarch who has been favored by the country for a long time, is already ready to defect to the new dynasty.

It's ridiculous, the person who has received the most favor from the court will not repay the favor.

On the contrary, those who have paid a lot for the court will pay for it with their lives.

He has already discovered from Shenwang that Sun Changcun is running at a speed of 180 miles a day, trying to return for help.

However, even he understands that under the gaze of Shenwang, this kind of return will inevitably be ambushed, and the end will be clear at a glance.

One hundred and eight a day, how many soldiers can resist?

Even if you can resist it, how much energy do you have to pick up a knife and gun?

The emperor shook his head, and only picked up a general history in the eunuch's study to read.

He is looking for comfort.

I am not the only king of subjugation in history.

Just looking at it, he cried again.

"Other subjugated kings either don't know how to eat meat, or are in a coma all day long, or are usurped by powerful ministers, or are oppressed by powerful enemies, but I don't have any of these!"

"If you want to talk about strong enemies, I watched them grow little by little, but there was nothing I could do about it. It was like a person suffering from inflammation. It was a small inflammation, but in the end it dragged the person to death!"

In contrast, he felt that he was too wronged to subjugate his country!

The point is that after he took office, he never lived a comfortable day.

He dared not accept someone who offered a beautiful woman for favor, for fear that it would be recorded in history that he would perish the country because of his obsession with beauty.

In the end, he had no bad problems, he didn't enjoy the emperor's blessings, and he suffered all the emperor's crimes!

Where does this make sense?

Future generations may sympathize, but I am afraid there will be more jokes.

Thinking of this, the emperor wanted to hang himself again.

Fortunately, at this time, outside the small courtyard, cheers came from the street. Listening carefully, it turned out that the Heavenly Sacred Army had entered the city.

It is too rare for a large army to enter the city and the people cheer, unless someone organizes it.

He suddenly had an idea, even if he died, he had to die to understand.

He couldn't be confused, so he got into the Shenwang, wanting to see what happened.

The emperor is still very familiar with the capital.

He soon came to Zhengyang Gate, which was the most orthodox way to enter the capital, and ordinary people were generally not allowed to pass through, and the city gate would only be opened during ceremonies.

For example, offering prisoners.

I saw a row of tall horses passing through the Zhengyang Gate.

The emperor turned into an eagle and watched carefully.

The leader is a boy.

He knew that the magician was just a boy.

Some people say it is a gift from heaven, but in his opinion it is the possession of a demon seed.

That young man's eyes are dull, so he is really blind?

This was found out from the intelligence, but he never believed it, and he couldn't see the blind boy through the Shenwang.

Haha, I actually lost to a blind man?

The emperor just thought it was funny.

At the same time, there is inexplicable hope: "Since ancient times, those who become kings cannot be disabled. Disabled people must not be able to become kings."

I don't know who will benefit from the world that the blind man worked so hard to build.

"When the Heavenly Sacred Army entered the city, everything followed the old rules, only the officials were replaced, and the rest remained unchanged."

Following the announcement of these words, the people on the street gradually stopped cheering.

Didn't you agree to open a warehouse to release grain? Want to make a big deal?

If you play this hand, everyone will be unhappy.

But another group of people cheered up again.

Not moving is good news.

What they are most afraid of is moving.

Only the emperor sneered.

If we really want to follow the Great Flame Law, one of those ministers counts as one, and none of them can escape!

And so it is.

Immediately, the San Judicial Division reopened, and then cleared up old cases.

The first person to be arrested was Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice. In the past year alone, fifteen unjust cases were concocted, and all of them killed people.

The second person to be arrested was the Minister of the Household Department. The amount of silver taels stained in his hands alone was 450,000 taels.

It looks like it hasn't broken a hundred yet, that's because he's only been on the job for a year and a half.

The first few were captured by the emperor.

The real power of the emperor is still great.

Although he cannot deal with the entire class, he can deal with a certain official.

The emperor looked at "haha" and laughed.

"You old man, if you are asked to donate silver, you can donate three hundred taels, but you have five hundred thousand taels hidden in your family!"

"It's good now, people haven't changed their course, even if you follow the law of Great Flame honestly, you can't escape!"

"Can you still be called wronged? Who wronged you? Is it the money or your housekeeper?"

I saw that in the lobby of the inspection department, the former Minister of the Household Department kept shouting "wronged".

"I'm wronged, this is a common practice, why do I have to arrest people and ransack my house! I didn't get a single cent of the extra money." The former Minister of the Household Department wailed.

"Routine? Which of these Great Yan Laws states that you can allocate 30% of the money that will be withdrawn first?" The Chief Director of the Inspection Department laughed.

No one was caught, not to say that this is the default rule, this is the routine.

Routine, routine, Great Flame is bound to die, but if it dies decades in advance, it is because of the rule.

"Well, there's no rule. It's not easy to live in the capital. How do you live? How do you pay for the arrival and departure? It's not enough to rely on the annual salary of a thousand taels and a few hundred shi of rice." Maeto The Minister of the Ministry complained.

"Hmph, there is no requirement in the Great Yan law to be greeted and sent away! If you do your own thing well, you can be promoted, so what are you doing with so many? A common man with five shi rice a year is enough for the whole family. Not enough to eat?"

"That's eating bran and swallowing vegetables! I worked hard for fifteen years before I was selected as a scholar, and ten years before I was selected as a scholar. I have already been thirty-three in Jinshi. I can't continue to live that kind of life!" Former Minister of the Household Department It also happened.

The emperor listened and felt that what the other party said made sense.

Well, that's why he had to acquiesce to regular silver.

He knew there were these things, but he couldn't change them.

If you don't favor ministers, how can talented people come to you?

Is it a small person who doesn't know a few big characters?

They will only get more, see those eunuchs around them.

"In the previous dynasty, there were honest and honest officials who only spent tens of taels of silver a year, and lived like that. You just read the sage books crookedly, talked about Yan Hui's style, and practiced robbery behind your back!" The director sneered.

Maetobu Shangshu had nothing to say.

The handle of the knife is in someone's hand, just a few words are enough, and if you continue talking, you will probably have to use a stick.

Whoever tastes the taste of the stick will know. He has watched the trial several times, and it is really under the three trees. Even a dog has to admit it.

The emperor was silent.

He understood that the opponent was relying on the emerging army, like new teeth of a human being, which were still clean and firm, so that they could bite through the turbid officialdom and clean it up.

But how long can this last?

Thirty years, or fifty years?

He decided to take a good look at it.

People's hearts can change.