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Chapter 662: Zhu Yiliu, a man of many evil deeds

Zhu Yijun was never a good man. Before his marriage, he was in charge of executions, and hundreds of people were beheaded at one time. The four major cases and several expeditions during the Wanli period were all mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

But Zhu Yijun is kind!

The Emperor of the Ming Dynasty received the world's top imperial education, and he was the one who contributed to the birth of the theory of contradiction, the theory of public and private, the theory of production diagram, and the theory of class. Therefore, Zhu Yijun was reasonable. Many times, Zhu Yijun was obviously very uncomfortable, but for the sake of political balance, for the sake of the Ming Dynasty, and for the great debate to be fruitful, Zhu Yijun wanted to do many things, but could not do them, because once he did them, it would cause endless harm.

The despicable scholar chattered all day long, which annoyed Zhu Yijun, but as soon as he took action, the Ming bureaucrats would immediately double and multiply the enforcement and would arrest the people who were chatting in the teahouse and put them in jail.

This is not something that can be solved by severe punishments, because the bureaucrats are completely responsible to their superiors. The emperor's will is one, but the execution at the grassroots level is a thousand.

Zhu Yijun couldn't do it, but Zhu Yiliu could.

Because Zhu Yiliu was not the emperor, he was not even the regent. The regent was Prince De Zhu Zaiyu. Zhu Yiliu handled government affairs as the governor of the Northern Yamen. He was young and ignorant, and his policies were not included in the performance evaluation system. He did not gain any benefits by opposing Zhu Yiliu and was even attacked by this prince.

At worst, Prince Lu has been causing too much trouble, so what else can he do if he is locked up in Prince Lu's mansion for a few days with beauties from all over the world?
The Ming Emperor had only this one younger brother, and the Ming royal family was not prosperous. No matter how violent Prince Lu was, the emperor could not kill him as long as he did not rebel, because the Empress Dowager Li doted on him very much. In this era when filial piety was the rule, the emperor could only put him in confinement.

Zhu Yiliu sat in the Jinyiwei Yamen with his horse and sword, and stretched out his hand to show a long list, which he had prepared long ago. Over the years, apart from playing hide-and-seek with beauties from all over the world, he had been finding those messed-up things from the miscellaneous newspapers in the capital.

Just for this day!
Zhao Zhenyuan said with an embarrassed look: "But, Your Highness, if you arrest someone without a warrant from the Ministry of Justice, isn't that breaking the rules?"

"Are you General Ti?" Zhu Yiliu asked calmly.

"My father is."

Zhu Yiliu asked again: "Am I the emperor?"

"Your Highness's elder brother is."

"That's it! Just do it boldly. If anything goes wrong, your brother and father will take care of it!" Zhu Yiliu pushed the list directly to Zhao Zhenyuan.

Young and energetic? If you are not energetic, you can still be called a young person?
Zhao Zhenyuan refused to accept the offer. The Beizhenfusi had just crawled out of the quagmire and had some power, which could not be taken away by him. The Beizhenfusi yamen had finally completed its institutional construction and was once again active on the political stage of the Ming Dynasty, instead of hiding in a corner dealing with streets, roadside trees and street garbage. Zhao Zhenyuan could not destroy this hard-earned result.

"How could General Zhao Ti have given birth to such a stubborn ass like you? You won't arrest me without a letter of honor, right?" Zhu Yiliu laughed instead, took out a stack of blank letters of honor and said, "They are all stamped by the Grand Secretary before he left. There should be two or three hundred in this stack, which should be enough."

Zhu Yiliu did not blame Zhao Zhenyuan for being disobedient. If he had been obedient, that would have been trouble. The Tiqi yamen was a very special one, situated between the inner court and the outer court. If one did not follow the rules, one would end up like Tiqi commander Ji Gang, and if one followed the rules, one would end up like Tiqi commander Lu Bing.

Avoiding becoming Ji Gang and finding ways to become Lu Bing is the biggest test in the life of all Tiqi.

It's a good thing that Zhao Zhenyuan abides by the rules.

"This is one knife... five hundred." Zhao Zhenyuan felt that his brain was not enough. There were only ten blank imperial letters from His Majesty, and three were given to the Grand Minister of Justice Wang Chonggu, so there were only seven now.

Now, His Royal Highness Prince Lu has a whole bunch of five hundred of them in his hand. These blank invitations may mean nothing in the eyes of the emperor, princes, and ministers, but they are like death warrants, which can take the lives of all officials below the third rank in the court.

Shen Shixing, a fifth-rank doctor, will also be taken down.

Zhu Yiliu began to count the imperial edicts. As he counted them, he boasted, "My royal brother gave me a box of them. They are all stamped. Let me use them as I please. Hehehe."

One box is not one knife.

The emperor's elder brother had never treated Zhu Yiliu badly. On the contrary, in order to prevent Zhu Yiliu from being bullied, Zhu Yijun specifically asked Wang Chonggu for blank imperial letters. Wang Chonggu had long seen that Zhu Yiliu was a kind of devil, and since he was born a nobleman, ten letters would definitely not be enough, so he directly prepared a box.

Just keep creating it.

Wang Chonggu was scolded by the lowly Confucian scholars every day. He would be scolded for digging coal and burning coke in Xishan, for causing production accidents in the government-run factories, for distributing dividends to the lower levels, and for hoarding money when buying and selling goods. Wang Chonggu hated these lowly Confucian scholars with gnashing teeth, but he still had to greet them with a smile. He was not Zhu Yiliu's child and could not get angry just because of accusations.

Now that the opportunity has come, Wang Chonggu is quite cooperative.

The Emperor, Prince Lu, and the Minister of Justice were acting like this, and as the Emperor's teacher, Grand Tutor, and Prime Minister, didn't Zhang Juzheng do anything about it?
Zhang Juzheng didn't care. He was the Minister of Personnel. How could he get involved in the affairs of the Ministry of Justice?

In fact, Zhang Juzheng had some opinions about the emperor's indulgence of these despicable scholars' chattering. The Ming Dynasty was a feudal monarchy, and criticizing the imperial carriage was a capital crime. No matter which dynasty, daring to curse the emperor's carriage was an unforgivable capital crime. This was the law of the feudal monarchy to maintain the supreme authority of the monarch. His Majesty actually tolerated these people's barking, and sometimes even heard it in person, but he just laughed it off and did not take any action.

This is indeed mercy, and Your Majesty is doing this for the sake of the Ming Dynasty's country and its people. However, if these dissatisfactions pile up too much, they will become a knot in Your Majesty's heart. If he dies, Your Majesty will have to go through the same difficulty as the Taoist priest. This is what Zhang Juzheng is most worried about.

In Zhang Juzheng's view, the imperial court was too free.

"These forty-seven people will be directly sent to the death row, investigated thoroughly, and prepared for execution. What's that look in your eyes? I know the severity of the situation. The death penalty has been reviewed three times. Without the approval of Your Majesty, can I kill them directly? The three-review process must be followed. These forty-seven people are all rebels." Zhu Yiliu threw out forty-seven invitations.

The reason why Zhu Yijun dared to go on the southern tour with confidence was that he had watched Zhu Yiliu grow up with his own eyes. Although he was a bastard, he knew the severity of a crime. The rule of reviewing the death penalty three times has been in place since the Han Dynasty, and this is the emperor's power.

"These 124 people are all suspects. Lock them up and interrogate them slowly. Even if they are not suspects, I will still give them a good lesson." Zhu Yiliu counted another 124 imperial edicts. These were the people he was not sure were rebels and needed to be interrogated and investigated.

"The remaining 604 people should be arrested together. I want to see their true faces clearly. Today I must make these bastards remember that my brother is the emperor!"

"Don't ask anything, just arrest him first!"

Zhao Zhenyuan had a lot of questions in his mind, but now that all the procedures were complete, there was no reason not to arrest the people. He picked up the name list and the imperial edict and trotted out to summon the imperial guards to arrest the people.

Zhu Yiliu had the armchair moved to the yard. He lay down on the armchair, crossed his legs, and lazily nestled in the armchair, basking in the early spring sun. He called three musicians from Prince Lu's mansion, one to play the piano, one to play the flute, and another to sing a song. Occasionally, he would take the water cup from the maid's hand and drink a sip of water to moisten his throat.

So unhappy.

If he was seen in this sloppy manner by his brother, he would be kicked. Zhu Yiliu was really beaten by his brother for being disrespectful. Manners are a necessary accomplishment in an imperial family. Even in an ordinary family, if one does not sit or stand properly, he will be scolded.

But my brother is not at home now! He can do whatever he wants, no one cares, no one restrains him, even if the king comes, he will do the same.

"Look at the dark hole in front. It must be the demon causing trouble. Let me go forward and kill him ~completely~~ cleanly! Yaha!" Zhu Yiliu stood up and sang a line when he heard the happy part.

The musician replied in a mocking tone, "I've never heard of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven! How can a mere horse steward, a monkey who manages Taoyuan, dream of attending a banquet at Yaochi? What a dream!"

Zhu Yiliu had a fierce look on his face and said in a stern voice: "This Heaven is really like this, everyone is hypocritical, pretending to be human, wearing beasts on their clothes, but they are worse than beasts! They secretly slander others, and for the sake of immortality, they use the essence and blood of mortals as spiritual energy. They really do all kinds of bad things and disturb the three realms. Wait for me, Sun, to overturn this Heaven! Turn it upside down!"

"Dei!"

Zhu Yiliu dressed up as Sun Wukong and sang a song here, while Zhao Zhenyuan led the imperial guards to the streets. The nine gates were closed and the city gates would also be closed after an hour. This was martial law, and the Wucheng Bingmasi would pull the large fence to the middle of the road and not allow anyone to pass.

The imperial guards began to arrest people in East City, West City, Outer City and Xitu City according to the list. There were cries and shouts everywhere, and the buffet in Xitu City could not be set up. However, the fireworks were set off by the imperial guards, otherwise it would be dangerous.

The wealthy families in Xitu City were just celebrating the emperor's southern tour and could breathe a sigh of relief. But before the music and singing even began, the Ti cavalry kicked down their doors. The bright armor and embroidered spring swords reflected the early spring sunshine, and everyone was frightened and dared not move.

Zhu Yiliu's greatest evil was to extort bribes from wealthy families. If a family was short of 50,000 taels of silver, or even a cent of silver, Zhu Yiliu would wave the blank banknotes in his hand and confiscate their property.

These wealthy people still want to argue that the Ming emperor has never extorted money! Not even once!
But the housekeepers and doormen hurried in and whispered anxiously a few times, and these wealthy families immediately began to give in. This devil actually started arresting people as soon as the emperor left the capital!
At this moment, the wealthy finally remembered their fear of being dominated by feudal imperial power! The one they chattered about all day long, even cursing, was the supreme emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yiliu's second evil was to arrest those who gathered to discuss rebellion. He would not leave any one on the list out. If one was missing, Zhu Yiliu would hold Zhao Zhenyuan accountable.

Zhao Zhenyuan returned to the Beizhenfusi Yamen. When he saw the appearance of His Royal Highness Prince Lu, his eyes went dark. He didn't know what His Royal Highness Prince Lu was thinking about singing in this gloomy Beizhenfusi. His Majesty once said to the sparring partners that when listening to music, one should listen to the atmosphere.

Where does the atmosphere come from in this gloomy place?
"Have you finished catching them?" Zhu Yiliu stretched out his hand, signaling the musicians to pause, and asked Zhao Zhenyuan.

Zhao Zhenyuan immediately said, "No one escaped. All the people on the list were arrested."

"Bring the list here and ask the chief medical officer to inoculate these 32 people with cowpox and hang them on the city wall. Don't they say that if you are inoculated with cowpox you will turn into a cow and grow a tail and horns? Hang them on the city wall. If they can't grow tails and horns, I will give them one!" Zhu Yiliu selected 32 people.

These were the rumormongers who were talking nonsense, eating buns that had been chewed by others, and talking nonsense during the cowpox vaccination. Zhu Yiliu wanted to see whether these stupid people with a screw loose in their brains could grow cow tails and horns.

Large-scale experiments on cowpox were started in Suiyuan. After Pang Xian returned to Beijing, the first person to be vaccinated was the Emperor.

In fact, as an emperor, as long as everyone around him was vaccinated, it would be difficult for the emperor to be infected with smallpox. This is what it means to be a natural nobleman, and the emperor actually does not need to be vaccinated.

But Zhu Yiliu saw that his royal brother asked Pang Xian to vaccinate against cowpox. This is "When the emperor takes action, billions of people will look up to him, take it as an example, and act accordingly." His royal brother was setting an example and fulfilling his duties as an emperor!

And these cheap scholars! They are talking nonsense. According to what they say, in a few days, Your Majesty will grow a cow's tail and horns at night!

"Your Majesty, he is kind, but this bunch of despicable Confucian scholars are bullying your kindness!" Zhu Yiliu gave the order with a twitching mouth.

This was his fourth evil deed today, stripping people naked and hanging them on the city wall.

"I'll do it right away!" Zhao Zhenyuan immediately called on the other centurions to vaccinate the 32 people on the list with cowpox and hang them on the city wall. He also asked someone to write a big sign and hang it on the city wall to explain the reason.

Zhao Zhenyuan had his reasons for making trouble, which could dispel the rumors.

Rumors never stop at wise men, and they need to be dispelled by facts. This is the practical reality that Your Majesty always talks about.

As long as the 32 people who were vaccinated with cowpox did not grow horns or tails, the rumor could be completely dispelled and cowpox could be promoted. Smallpox was a nightmare, sweeping across the land. Because it could not be dealt with, after the city gates were closed, it was a purgatory on earth. Half of the people who survived were lucky. Facts have proved that cowpox can really cure smallpox. No matter what, it must be promoted and this rumor cannot be allowed to run rampant.

Zhu Yiliu also had this idea. He might be fooling around, but it was definitely not random.

"Your Highness, I have a question. Among the forty-seven people on death row, thirteen were found to be traitors. How did Your Highness know that?" Zhao Zhenyuan was sincerely seeking advice. All thirteen were true traitors, which was too accurate!

"Didn't your father teach you his unique skills?" Zhu Yiliu took out another list from his sleeve and said in surprise when he heard Zhao Zhenyuan's question.

Zhao Zhenyuan immediately said, "My father's unique skill? Isn't my father's unique skill to confiscate property? I am familiar with this."

"Yes, Zhao Tishuai once said that once is accidental, twice is suspicion, and three times is intentional. This is the three-point finger method. Your father used this method to identify the suspects. These forty-seven people are the ones who are involved every time. This is no longer a three-point finger method, but thirty or three hundred points. They are involved every time. If they are not traitors, what else can they be?"

"Zhao Tishuai always says: clues speak for themselves."

Zhu Yiliu looked at Zhao Zhenyuan with a bit of disdain. He had already learned it, but Zhao Zhenyuan actually asked him, that was Zhao Mengyou's unique skill!
"Your Highness, you are awesome!" Zhao Zhenyuan said sincerely, and even gave a thumbs up! He had no impression of Zhu Yiliu, and always thought that he was just a prince who was just waiting to die. Now it seems that he had completely underestimated His Highness Prince Lu in the past.

Zhu Yiliu put his hands on his hips and said with a smile: "It's normal. My brother drags me to the imperial court every day to listen to government affairs. I have learned it by heart."

Zhu Yiliu really did learn it in the imperial court. He really didn't want to learn, but he couldn't resist the way things were crammed into his ears. He felt that no matter how dumb a person was, he would learn everything if he was forced to do so.

"Here is another list." Zhu Yiliu frowned and said, "Copy all the newspapers from these twelve newspapers for me. They all have multiple references. Just copy them. I will give you twelve blank imperial edicts. Bring firearms and wear bright armor. I suspect they may have hidden firearms and powerful crossbows. You must pay attention to safety."

"The Tiqi are all selected by the Duntai Yuanhou and the coastal defense inspectors. If one is lost, my brother will be sad for a long time."

Zhao Zhenyuan looked at the list, frowned, thought for a moment, and asked, "Should we bring in the nine-jin cannon? This thing is useful."

"Come on, take all the stuff you can carry with you. I'll go with you." When Zhu Yiliu heard about the artillery, he immediately stopped listening to the music. He wanted to go and confiscate those dozen newspaper agencies himself!
How can listening to music be as interesting as setting off fireworks?
Zhu Yiliu put on his armor. His fighting skills were not as good as his brother's, but his brother had been fighting since he was a child and had reached the level of elite soldiers in the Beijing camp, slightly inferior to Duntai Yuanhou. Zhu Yiliu was able to defeat Xiong Tingbi every time, and that was because Xiong Tingbi was letting him win.

"Your Highness, let me go." Xiong Tingbi was right beside Zhu Yiliu. Apart from being the junior fellow apprentice of the Quan Chu Guild Hall, he was also the guard of Prince Lu's mansion and Prince Lu's sparring partner. He was more suitable for such matters as life and death.

Zhang Juzheng called Xiong Tingbi back in the name of New Year's greetings, which was somewhat to find an assistant for Zhu Yiliu, so that Zhu Yiliu would not have no one to ask when he was indecisive.

"I'll go too, to watch the fun. If a real fight breaks out, I'll hide behind everyone. Xiong Da, I'm counting on you." Zhu Yiliu thought that his martial arts had no experience in actual combat, and if he really got involved in a fight, he might hold others back. So he immediately told everyone clearly that he would retreat behind them.

"Okay!" Xiong Tingbi was relieved.

"Let's go!" Zhu Yiliu waved his hand and led the imperial guards to search the houses.

This was Zhu Yiliu's fifth evil act today: confiscating property.

Zhu Yiliu had already planned to do evil five times a day to let everyone remember how painful the iron fist of feudal autocracy is. Just because his royal brother didn't bother with them didn't mean that no one else would bother with them.

The house search was not smooth. The first newspaper, Lianyun Zabao, encountered a tough opponent. The imperial guards demanded that the newspaper office open its doors. When the newspaper office did not respond, Zhao Zhenyuan realized that something was wrong. He immediately had people hide behind the large shield of the side chariot and began to load gunpowder.

The Tiqi are the emperor's personal guards. If you dare not open the door when the Tiqi are dispatched, it means that the people inside are not ordinary rebels and you need to use nine-jin cannons to deal with them!
Zhao Zhenyuan raised a large cone-shaped loudspeaker and shouted loudly: "Final warning, open the gate immediately! Three, two, one!"

"Artillery ready!"

"A tyrant is in power, and the court is filled with corrupt officials! I will fight you! Brothers, shoot!" A roar like a trapped beast came from the newspaper offices.

Zhao Zhenyuan swung the small flag in his hand and shouted loudly: "Release!"

A nine-jin cannon and three submachine guns fired at the same time, and the roar suddenly sounded in the capital.

The gunpowder exploded violently in the barrel, and the shrapnel shell was fired suddenly under the impetus of the explosion. The delayed fuse made a hissing sound and flew over the Lianyun Bookstore. The shrapnel shell exploded with a loud bang, and the caltrops cut through the air with a whistling sound, raising a cloud of blood mist.

The muzzle of the submachine gun was aimed at the gate of the mansion. It was loaded with solid bullets and directly blew the gate to pieces.

The arrows shot by the desperate rebels hit the shield of the chariot, without causing any harm to anyone.

"Good, good, good!" Zhu Yiliu laughed heartily. This was much more terrifying than fireworks.

"Big shield team!" Seeing that the gate of the mansion had been broken, Zhao Zhenyuan prepared to charge forward.

Xiong Tingbi signaled Zhao Zhenyuan to pause and whispered, "Captain Zhao, stop for a moment, let's blast a few more rounds before going up. It's a waste to bring out the gunpowder without using it, and it's troublesome to get it in and out of the warehouse."

"Yes, they are all rebels here." Zhao Zhenyuan had actually been with His Majesty for a long time and had acquired a bit of a frugal habit.

After three more bombardments, which blew down all the buildings like the courtyard walls, the Ti cavalry began to enter carefully. There were broken limbs everywhere. This was because the gunpowder of the nine-jin cannon and the shrapnel shells had been reduced, otherwise these people would have been knocked unconscious by now, instead of wailing here.

"Your Highness, there is something going on here." A Ti cavalryman discovered a basement in a relatively hidden corner. After a detailed investigation, he found some hidden items inside.

Zhu Yiliu entered the basement and, in the flickering light of the torch, saw clearly what was inside.

Muskets, gunpowder, crossbows, and armor. The muskets were neatly hung on the wall. At a glance, there were at least two hundred of them. There were more than fifty sets of armor, and they were all solid iron armor. However, the quality was far inferior to that equipped by the Ming Dynasty's Beijing Camp.

Zhu Yiliu exhaled a foul breath and said viciously: "A bunch of traitors! Keep robbing, next one!"

The Ming Dynasty's imperial guards continued to raid, and the capital was not peaceful that night because of the constant sound of artillery fire. Rumors were spreading among the people, and some even said that the northern barbarians were attacking, and the soldiers defending the city were firing cannons to repel the invading enemy.

The next morning, at daybreak, the gates were opened, the large fences on the street were removed, and the nine gates were open as usual. Except for a few fenced-off and collapsed newspaper offices, everything seemed no different from usual, except for a slight smell of gunpowder.

Zhu Yiliu yawned as he came to the Wenhua Hall. After someone took his seat, he bowed to the dragon throne in a rather insincere manner and sat directly on his square stool. If the emperor was present on ordinary days, Zhu Yiliu would not even need to bow.

"Your Majesty, we pay our respects to you. Long live Your Majesty. We greet His Royal Highness Prince Lu." All the court officials saluted. Even if His Majesty was not present, they still had to salute the dragon throne.

"Alright, that's enough, no need to be so polite. Li Dayong, the court meeting will be postponed for one hour starting tomorrow." Zhu Yiliu yawned. He was very busy with the house search last night and didn't sleep enough.

Zhu Yiliu muttered, "Getting up earlier than the chickens, is this how people live?"

Days like this have gone on for twelve whole years, and the great emperor brother has not slacked off yet.

"I obey your order." Li Yougong bowed his head and accepted the order.

"You don't object? You are the Grand Duke!" Zhu Yiliu was stunned and asked in confusion.

Li Yougong smiled and said, "Your Majesty specifically told me before he left that these are all trivial matters, so there is no need to argue."

"What did my royal brother say?" Zhu Yiliu was somewhat curious about what instructions his royal brother had given him before he left.

"Your Majesty said that Prince Lu is used to being lazy. If it's not a very important matter, just let him be. But he will not slack off on important matters." Li Yougong said with a smile on his face. Your Majesty's guess was right. This Prince Lu is really lazy, completely different from the diligent Majesty.

"Let's start the court discussion!" Zhu Yiliu sat up straight and said, "Yesterday I arrested thousands of people, and during the house searches, I discovered so many rebels!"

"Your Majesty is not here, just speak your mind. I can't do anything to you."

The imperial edict was useless to officials of the third rank and above who needed to be discussed for honor, whether civil or military. This required the emperor to make the decision personally.

"I have a question. Your Highness, do you have a warrant for arresting someone? If not, I should report it to Zhao Zhenyuan, the Chief Justice!" The Minister of Rites Shen Li, who stayed in the capital, asked immediately.

"Yes." Zhu Yiliu took out a stack of blank imperial edicts from his sleeve and said, "Look, this is what my brother gave me. It's a whole box."

"Then I have no questions." Shen Li looked at the stack of blank invitations and felt dizzy. His Majesty only had ten of them, and he had only used three of them over the years. Zhu Yiliu threw out so many at once. They were invitations, not toilet paper!
As an upright and upright minister in the court, Shen Li had prepared ten thousand things to say when he heard that Zhu Yiliu had caused a big disturbance in the capital yesterday. He had planned to have a quarrel with Prince Lu no matter what, and he had even thought of the entry point, intending to start with the imperial edict. However, the other party had all the necessary procedures, so he could not make any comments afterwards.

"Your Highness, stripping people naked and hanging them on the city wall is disgraceful, but they themselves are uncivilized and talking nonsense, that's fine, but I dare to ask, how long will they be hung?" The Minister of War Zeng Shengwu raised his doubts. It's okay to hang them, but hanging them forever is not a good thing, right?
"How long does the Grand Marshal think is appropriate to hang him?" Zhu Yiliu was stunned. He was so busy with his work that he forgot about this.

"Nine days, until the real pimple grows out and the rumor is dispelled. If you keep it hanging all the time, you will have to ask someone to serve you when you eat and drink. It's a bit wasteful." Zeng Shengwu expressed his point of view. As an extreme conservative, Zeng Shengwu believed that frugality should be comprehensive. After all, Emperor Taizu Gao was very frugal.

"Okay, then nine days, mainly to dispel the rumors." Zhu Yiliu readily agreed.

The thirty-two people were hung in different postures, such as immortal pointing the way, eagle catching bear, wild horse jumping over a ravine, lion shaking its head and so on. This is not hanging people, this is art!
"Your Highness, how do you plan to deal with the prisoners? You have arrested so many of them?" Lu Guangzu, the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of Justice and the Minister of the Dali Temple, asked curiously.

"You're asking this? I plan to build a huge execution ground outside the Meridian Gate, and then drag them over and interrogate them one by one in front of the people! Hehehe! What do you think, Shao Sikou?" Zhu Yiliu raised his eyebrows. He planned to hold a public trial! Whether they are guilty or not, not only the court should see it, but the people should also see it.

"They were the ones who lost their shame first, so why should I save face for them?" Zhu Yiliu explained why he wanted a public trial.

"Good." Lu Guangzu choked, but did not object.

These nine-jin cannons have been pulled out and fired. If there is still any objection, then the next option will be to use fifteen-jin or thirty-jin cannons. Rather than pulling out the cannons, it is better to hold a public trial.

(End of this chapter)