Rule over Ming Dynasty

Chapter 76

"I want to face saint! I want to face saint!"

Wynn touched the strangle mark on his neck that was still aching, and kept shouting to the outside of the cell.

He was almost strangled to death in this cell last night.If it wasn't for the last moment, the rope was cut, and now he has become a lonely ghost.

Every time he thinks of the thrilling adventure last night, he almost died completely, and he still feels a chill down his spine.

Although he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, even if he could see clearly, it might be the killer's work, but he already had the answer in his heart, that person must be the one who wanted to kill him to silence him.

Only those who have really faced death can appreciate the preciousness of life and the beauty of this world, so he really does not want to die.

"What's the noise? The governor has already sent someone to report to the palace, you just wait! Don't say it's you, I don't know how many high officials went to visit the saint today, but His Majesty didn't see anyone!" , reprimanded very impatiently.

Like a drowning person catching a straw, Wynn hastily emphasized: "Zajia knows a huge palace secret, and he can also tell the person who instigated Zajia to try to drive Wan'an away. Please be sure to meet him, Your Majesty." !"

"Wait, I'll report it for you again, don't shout anymore!" Jinyi Baihu realized that this might be an extremely important incident, so he dropped a sentence.

British Duke Zhang Mao has been staring at Wynn. At this moment, he reached out and rubbed his swollen forehead, wanting to catch up on a good night's sleep.

Last night, I tossed and turned because I didn't get used to the prison, and finally fell asleep in the second half of the night, only to be awakened by this man's howling.

Today's Wynn seems to be a different person, but he has been yelling here all the time, resolutely looking like a soldier.In my impression, Wynn is a principled person, but now it seems that he is actually a ghost who is afraid of death.

"The dead eunuch finally calmed down!" Taining Hou Chenhuan couldn't help expressing emotion when he saw that Huai En, who had been arguing all morning, had finally calmed down.

Gu Pu, Marquis of Zhenyuan, stretched out his hand and rubbed his ears, and said helplessly, "Isn't it? My ears are almost callused, so I have to dig them out when I go out!"

"Go out? Your Yangwei battalion made such a big commotion, your commander even dared to kill the eunuch in charge of the army, you still want to go out?" Taining Hou Chen Huan couldn't help but sneered when he heard that Zhenyuan Hou was so optimistic.

Gu Pu, the Marquis of Zhenyuan, was older than Zhang Mao, and he seemed to rely on his old age to show off his old ways: "Who doesn't know that this Marquis can't ride a horse now. This admiral of the Yangwei Camp is just a name. What does Zhou Lie's rebellion have to do with this old man? Your Majesty This must be dealt with fairly!"

"There is no justice in this world!" Chong'an Hou Tan Yu couldn't help interjecting.

Gu Pu, Marquis of Zhenyuan, heard that there was something in Marquis Chong'an's words, so he continued to dig his earwax with his little finger and said, "How do you say that?"

"Everyone must know Zhou Lie's origin, but we and the British Lord have been locked up here for almost a day, and you can see Qing Yunhou here?" Chong'an Hou Tan Yu asked soulfully.

As soon as these words came out, Gu Pu, Marquis of Zhenyuan and Chen Huan, Marquis of Taining, looked around the prison as if they were belatedly aware of it, and found that there was really no sign of Marquis Qingyun.

"In my opinion, with the relationship of the Empress Dowager, Qing Yunhou has already been exonerated by His Majesty without even being imprisoned!" Chong'an Hou Tan Yu directly hit the pain point of the dynasty.

Outsiders envy their martial arts, but they don't know that they are bullied by civil servants, but now they are not as good as their relatives, and they really live cheaper than dogs.

Gu Pu, Marquis of Zhenyuan and Chen Huan, Marquis of Taining looked at each other, feeling a sense of injustice.

Even if Marquis Qingyun was not ransacked and exterminated, the traitor Zhou Lie was their Zhou family's son after all, so Marquis Qingyun would come in and stay for a while no matter what.

"If this is the case, it might be a good thing for us! If Marquis Qingyun can be exonerated, then at most the three admirals of you will be dismissed, and the crimes of this officer and Duke Ying will be much lighter!" Yu Zijun had already realized that Qingyun In the absence of Marquis Yun, he couldn't help but express his opinion.

The British Duke Zhang Mao knew that their martial arts brains were far inferior to those of the civilian elites who had been in poverty for ten years, so his eyes lit up slightly, and he shouted to the outside of the cell: "Come on, my country is hungry!"

This voice and tone resolutely does not treat this place as a prison cell, but like a British government.

"Master Guo, it's not lunch time yet?" A cell boss walked in from the outside and explained with a smile on his face.

The face of British Duke Zhang Mao changed suddenly, and he cursed: "You really treat your country as a criminal? Dogs eat your prison food, so quickly send people to the Four Seasons Tavern and ask them to deliver food to your country. I know what food to send, so go!"

"Master Guo, don't embarrass the little one, how can the little one be so capable?" Hearing this unreasonable request, the cell boss said with a straight face.

The British Duke Zhang Mao found out that this was really the case, so he waved his hand and said: "Cheng Yu, the son of Cheng Minzheng, a scholar of the Imperial Academy, is in charge of the prison, right? My Duke has friendship with his grandfather and father. You and him Just by saying it, he will know... Forget it, just let him come over directly!"

As the strength of Wen and the weakness of Wu become more and more serious, the situation of "civil officials overshadowing martial arts" is becoming more and more common nowadays.

In the past, the children of high-ranking officials were all "civil officials and cute writers", but the civil service system did not value blood, but rather fame and family background, and valued the succession of master and apprentice.

Even if you are the son of Shoufu, if you want to get the official position of the six ministers based on your reputation as a student or student supervisor, then a large group of civil and military officials will have to spray you to death.

The big bosses of the imperial court who were able to "confine their wives and shade their sons" were all good people. After seeing the bleak future of "civil, military and cute", they thought of stuffing their sons into the Jinyiwei system with a wider promotion space.

For example, Chen Shu, the son of Chen Yue, the former governor of Liaodong, first entered the Guozijian with his father's shadow, and then he was promoted to a hundred households with Jinyi, and then a thousand households with military merits.

For example, Li Jiechu, the second son of the former cabinet scholar Li Xian, awarded the general banner with his military merits, and his father, Chen Qifu, begged for kindness to make up for his shade, and awarded brocade clothes to a hundred households, and then entered a thousand households.

Just like this, Jinyiwei is not only a place for the children of foreign relatives, meritorious officials and eunuchs, but even many children of high-ranking cadres are stuffed here.

"Little nephew, let's do it!"

Cheng Xun's hereditary Jinyi Hundred Households came from his grandfather who used to be Minister of the Ministry of War. It was only because his father Cheng Minzheng entered the officialdom with fame, so his eldest grandson inherited the hereditary Jinyi Hundred Households. He came to the cell and bowed his hands respectfully.

When Zhenyuanhou Gu Pu and others saw this, they couldn't help but gave Zhang Mao a thumbs up. He deserved to be the Duke of the country who had the most harmonious relationship with the civil servants.

When a group of prisoners were eating unpalatable meals, the British Duke resolutely wanted to eat a big meal outside.

Wynn was curled up in the corner of the cell, and because he was worried that Zhenyuan Hou Gu Pu would beat him up again, he deliberately kept a distance, but he didn't eat the prison food.

Not long after, the steaming wine and dishes were brought in, and then the jailer put the dishes on the table one by one, and the full table looked fragrant.

Zhang Mao thought that after Qing Yunhou received an amnesty, he should be released soon, so he sat down at the table and started eating.

The three Marquises of Zhenyuan Hou Gu Pu benefited from Zhang Mao's favor, they also took the food delivered by the Four Seasons Restaurant, and they also started to move their chopsticks in the cell next door.

"Eunuch Huai, why don't you come and have some food?" Zhang Mao invited Huai En, who was squatting in the corner.

Wynn licked his dry lips, but shook his head lightly and said, "Be careful to make the ten-thousand-year ship!"

"Hehe... Is there any dish here that my father has never touched? If this dish is really poisonous, my father will fall down now!" Zhang Mao didn't expect Wynn to be so cautious, so he pointed to the dishes on the table asked.

In fact, Wynn had noticed this a long time ago. Seeing that the table was full of delicious food, he rushed over and said, "How disrespectful!"

"Eunuch Huai, slow down, no one will grab you!" Seeing Wynn pick up a plate and gobble it up, Zhang Mao persuaded him kindly.

Wynn didn't eat yesterday because he couldn't get used to it. Today, he was totally wary of food being poisoned. Now his stomach is growling with hunger, so he just nodded perfunctorily.

Gu Pu, the Marquis of Zhenyuan next door, saw Huai En's eating like this, his eyes were full of contempt.

"Eunuch Huai, your relationship with Xu Pu is not a secret, but what kind of secret is this palace?" Zhang Mao actually had selfish intentions, so he asked in a low voice.

Wynn grabbed the wine jug next to him and drank heavily, as if Zhang Mao had said that he was sad.

Zhang Mao licked his lips, then looked at Wynn eagerly, hoping that Wynn could reveal some gossip to satisfy his curiosity.

Wynn was so addicted to drinking that he wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve, but his whole body froze for a moment, then covered his throat with his hand, and fell to the ground and twitched non-stop.

"Dead...dead!" The British public Zhang Mao jumped up in fright, and shouted tremblingly when he saw that Wynn was lying on the ground bleeding from all seven orifices.

　Thank God ※Such a reward of 100 coins, thank you very much!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)