Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

Autumn is getting stronger, and the dark clouds in the sky are hazy, as if the ink in the inkstone has been knocked over, and the spreading haze lingers. Four or five civil and military officials walked up the stone steps of the magnificent Jinxiang Hall, and a small-eyed civil servant straightened his official hat with one hand, and walked into the wooden door with a serious expression while holding the file in his hand.

A group of people passed through several halls, waited for a while outside the door of Yangde Hall, and then walked in. Guo Shao's head was bare, like a monk, with smoke still smoking from his head, and two maids were tidying up the towels next to him.

"I will pay my respects to Your Majesty." Several people clasped their fists together and said.

Guo Shao made a gesture to signal them to flatten, and the eunuch Yang Shiliang next to him walked over, took a thick stack of files from Wang Pu, and placed them on the case in front of Guo Shao.

The two court ladies lowered their heads and took a few steps back, carrying things out of the palace.

Guo Shao flipped through the dossier in front of him, there was a thick pile of it, and there were densely packed small characters on it, almost all of which were names of people. Guo Shao didn't know most of the people written above.

Countless human lives are just symbols to him now.

Between the rice paper and the black characters, the meaning of killing is permeated by people's emotions. Everyone was silent, only the sound of flipping paper "wow, wow" from time to time.

Guo Shao looked at it for a long time, maybe the legs of Wang Pu and others below were numb, but he was still not in a hurry. Guo Shao looked back and forth several times, trying to check out the inappropriate places in the file, but found nothing, because the names of the people were hardly familiar. He changed the method again, roughly estimating the number of people inside, the number to be executed and exiled, not ten thousand, but eight thousand.

Finally, Guo Shao rubbed his bare head, stretched out his hand to pick up the brush, dipped it back and forth in the cinnabar a few times, and wrote on the file: accurate.

Yang Shiliang immediately put another imperial decree in front of Guo Shao. Guo Shao read it through. It was an edict written by the Imperial Academy, which meant expressing anger at the collusion between the three rebel forces and the enemy. Guo Shao signed below again.

When Wang Pu got the things again, he finally said: "I will obey the order!"

Guo Shao had a complicated expression, he waved his hand and said, "Go and do it."

A group of people bowed out.

He was still sitting in front of the case, looking at the cinnabar on it, which was as red as blood... The dense handwriting he saw just now remained in front of his eyes, and all the hatred for Fan Zhi, the Zhao family, and the money-grubbing and disloyal officials disappeared like the wind.

But there is one of the most insidious behind-the-scenes black hands who still has nothing to do with it: Xiao Siwen!

Xiao Siwen from Liao Dynasty is not only Guo Shao's biggest enemy, but also his mother's villain! Guo Shao is still sick and uncomfortable, and he almost lost his life and lost everything because of this guy's unscrupulous methods.

The bloody breath had just washed away Guo Shao's hatred, but Xiao Siwen aroused his hostility again.

Guo Shao took a deep breath and looked at the map on the opposite wall. After calming down, he still felt that he couldn't get himself into trouble. He stretched out his fingers to the big picture, as if gesticulating in the air...First get more war horses from the northwest, then use Liuhuabao as the base, and cavalry as the sharp edge, so that the Liao Kingdom can't finish it from a grand strategy!

However, what needs to be done now is to first resolve the pressure of the Liao army in the west of Liaoning, and maintain the situation of opening up in the northeast.

...

That day, outside the northern city of Tokyo, the Yellow River was looming in sight. A large group of people were tied up in a long string on the post road, and were driven to walk miserably slowly. There are cavalry all around, and there is also a troop of infantry accompanying them. In addition, officials, military generals, and eunuchs from various yamen were present.

At the bottom of a mound, a large pit has been dug, and there are still disgraced government officials sitting nearby. At this time, some officials began to read the list one by one. The disheveled prisoners were driven to stand in three rows, still tied together. They were full of despair, standing there tremblingly. Under the eyes of the cavalry, no one escaped. Their hands were tied and restrained from each other, and there was no chance of escape.

After reading the names boringly for a while, the civil official said: "The criminals present will be executed for the crime of treason, and all relatives will be exiled to Pingxia Province. Do you have any objections?"

What he asked was not the criminal standing in front, but the officials and military officers present. All the people seconded the proposal one after another, but no one objected. So the civil servant beckoned to a young general, then turned and left.

There are too many prisoners, and the executioner is not the executioner, but a guard on duty in Tokyo. The general yelled, and the infantry marched in three rows holding muskets. Standing at a distance of less than ten steps from the opposite side, they raised their guns one after another.

"Bang bang bang..."

"Bang bang bang..."

Gunpowder exploded for three rounds one after another, gunpowder smoke and blood filled the wind, and there were screams everywhere. All the infantry pulled out their sabers and short|guns, rushed up and massacred the undead on the ground, and then threw the corpses into the nearby pit.

...In the execution ground outside Tokyo, all the dead were men. But it is different outside Xuzhou City, there are men, women and children. In addition to old women, there are children!

An old woman with gray hair and disheveled silk clothes was full of hatred in her eyes. She raised her head and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Guo Shao, an ungrateful thief who seeks to usurp the throne, an old man and a family. After death, he will turn into a ghost. He will come to claim his life!"

The surrounding civil and military officials all looked sideways and were attracted attention. But everyone's expressions were indifferent, regardless of whether what the woman said made sense or not, victory or defeat was already decided... The right way is, justice does not depend on people's hearts, right and wrong depend on strength.

Her voice has been out of shape, her facial features have been distorted, and she screamed, "One day, retribution will..."

"Crack!" Suddenly a knight galloped forward, swiped his whip, and cursed, "Stop yelling!"

The civil official behind said: "Gag your mouth and take you to the execution ground." After saying that, he looked up at the sky, as if he was trying to estimate the time.

The knight got off his horse, got a ball of dirty cloth, and without any explanation, he stuffed the old woman's mouth with all his strength.

Several officials were still discussing, and a voice said: "Her son was originally a general of the imperial army. He was very powerful back then, but he didn't have that fate after all..."

An understatement, quickly disappeared in the noise. The ever-changing dark clouds in the sky seem to be mocking the absurdity of fate in the world.

…The capital city and Xuzhou were full of blood and blood, and a large number of men, women, old and young were driven on the long journey westward to Pingxia, causing panic and panic. However, Yingzhou at this time is much quieter.

The officials in Prince Zheng's Mansion have been replaced, and the original officials have roughly walked to Huangquan Road on the bank of the Yellow River. But the mansion is still peaceful, no one hastily went in to harass.

The newly appointed officials of Xuanhui South Courtyard are conscientiously sitting in the value room of the inverted housing inside the gate... This job is basically idle, and there is no oil and water. If it is normal, it must be idle. But the new official didn't dare to slack off at all, because there were no more than dozens of people below the previous chief official, which was a bit scary.

At this moment, a scribe hurried in and whispered a few words in the chief official's ear. The chief officer's expression changed, and he stood up immediately: "Please! Please!"

"They have already come in, and the little ones dare not stop them."

As soon as the words fell, a hairless man and a civil servant came in. The chief official of Prince Zheng's Mansion knew the civil official, he was a powerful official of Xuanhui South Court, so he hurriedly stepped forward to greet him.

The envoy pointed to the eunuch next to him and said, "This is Eunuch Yang from the Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Eunuch Yang didn't look sideways, and said calmly: "There is an internal prisoner here, did you see it?"

Several people were stunned and looked at each other. The chief official of Prince Zheng's Mansion suddenly shook his head and said: "No, what father-in-law, I didn't see you, have you seen it?"

"I didn't see it!"

Only then did Eunuch Yang take out the secret decree and asked the chief officer to examine it carefully in front of the envoy from Xuanhui South Court.

That night, Prince Zheng's mansion was noisy and chaotic, and someone shouted: "It's not good, King Zheng has an emergency and is out of breath!"

Hurry up and report to Beijing overnight! King Zheng was imprisoned in Yingzhou, and no one cares about him, but his death is not a small matter, after all, he is a person who has sat on the throne!

Soon after, the emperor issued an edict, praising King Zheng for his virtue, buried him in the tomb of the former dynasty, and announced the news of King Zheng's death to the whole world.

In just over a month, many things happened in Daxu. One of the highest-ranking princes, a prime minister, and a king died one after another, and tens of thousands of people were implicated. The wind and waves seemed to sweep across the entire Central Plains.

Folk rhetoric is full of strange things, everyone has their own opinions, and the unofficial history in the future may also have stories...

However, there is only one official conclusion: Emperor Daxu fell ill, and the three parties colluded with the Liao Kingdom to conspire to cause rebellion, which was suppressed before the uprising;

There is no way to find out who Zhongli is, only speculation and unofficial history, the truth will be buried in the dust like countless past events.

As for King Zheng's death, many people definitely don't believe that he died of illness, and the cause of death must be blamed on Guo Shao... But it doesn't matter, the former royal family, which has lost power, is easy to be used as a banner. It is not a big mistake to let him die decently, after all, most rulers will do the same. What's more, the Daxu royal family did not slander King Zheng's virtue and reputation, and let him keep his status and honor and be buried in the imperial tomb, which is not mean.

It was a cloudy day in Tokyo, and the entire Central Plains seemed to be shrouded in cloud these days. How many dead souls, how many right and wrong, unclear and confused, the world is still not transparent.

Guo Shaoyao thought back then, he was full of passion and ambition, and he wanted the world to be under the sun, to establish a reasonable order, to make good and evil clear, and justice be done on the road.

It's a pity that after so many years, he has the power of life and death and supreme authority, but he still makes all kinds of major events so unclear and unclear.

The sky outside the window became darker and darker. It had been cloudy for many days, and finally there were pea-sized raindrops, and then the pouring rain poured down on countless palace eaves. The rainwater flows between the tiles, and the accumulated water flows across the brick floor. Guo Shao seemed to see countless bloodstains being washed away...