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Chapter 665: Justice Zhu Qingtian

Xiong Tingbi discovered the limitations of a gentleman when he went to Xitu City to demolish the doors of a rich family and happened to encounter something.

The doorman of this wealthy family was beating a midwife, a woman who helps women give birth smoothly.

When the midwife was beaten, she did not fight back. The doorman kicked her to the ground and kicked her hard a few more times until the other party had had enough. Then the midwife staggered away.

Xiong Tingbi arrived a little late. When he arrived, the doorman had already called it a day. Xiong Tingbi immediately stepped forward, stopped the midwife and asked her a few simple questions.

Xiong Tingbi was dressed in iron armor, which frightened the midwife. Coupled with the imperial guards behind Xiong Tingbi, the midwife was so frightened that she could hardly stand steadily.

"Why don't you fight back?" Xiong Tingbi asked puzzledly.

"You talk so strangely, young man. I'm a woman, how can I fight back? Is there only one doorman in their family? If I fight back, it won't be just the doorman who hits me, those servants will also rush out." The midwife found out that Xiong Tingbi was asking about the beating he had just received, not trying to catch him, so she wiped the blood from her nose.

Xiong Tingbi said with a look of pity: "You can report to the police. There is blood all over."

The midwife stamped her feet, but was not hurt. She sighed and said, "Report to the authorities? Everyone knows that the gate of the yamen opens to the south, and if you have a reason but no money, don't come in. If I report to the authorities, I have to find a petitioner to write a petition. How much money does this petitioner cost? If I want to sue the authorities, how much money do I have to give to the judge? The petitioner and the judge don't seem to be on my side. After all this time, I have become wronged instead of being right. It's not me who is wronged, but the judge."

"I..." Xiong Tingbi was speechless. He was a man of both civil and military talents. He was a disciple of Yuan Fu, a junior brother of His Majesty, and a hero on the grassland. As time went by, he himself had become a part of the meat-eaters. Now, when he spoke, he was blocked by a midwife and could not utter a word.

Good at speaking? It's useless in the face of cruel facts.

"Master Hu has no son but three daughters, so he secretly took a concubine. He finally got pregnant. I came to see him some time ago and told him it was a stillbirth. The doctor also said it was a stillbirth. Master Hu wanted a son so much that he was going crazy and wanted to give birth to a stillbirth. Now, it has come true, as expected. I was beaten up here just to let him vent his anger."

"I'm just hoping that the master can give me my wages." The midwife patted Xiong Tingbi's back, and seeing that Xiong Tingbi didn't ask any more questions, she limped away.

The midwife was beaten this time because she came to ask for money. The concubine had given birth to a stillbirth for half a month. This time she came to ask for her wages, but she didn't expect to be beaten.

Xiong Tingbi stood in front of the Hu family's door for a while before he realized that people cannot just be gentlemen. People are contradictory. When it is time to be a villain, they have to use some villain methods.

False perfect crime: carefully planning to create an accident to conceal the truth of the matter so that the investigators have no way to start. This kind of perfect crime basically does not exist, because in the case of the assassination of Wang Chonggu by Li Sanhu supervised by the Tiqi Yamen, Wang Ci Fu's younger brother Wang Chongyi died in place of Ci Fu. There were almost no clues in this case, but the Tiqi Yamen still found the whole process of the crime by profiling Li Sanhu's life.

The true perfect crime: everyone knows the truth, but no one dares to speak it out; everyone knows that what they do is unjust, but there are still people who can do it unscrupulously.

Xiong Tingbi turned around, looked at the two stone lions of the Hu family, and said, "Tiqi, listen to my order. When you tear down the door later, pin everyone you see to the ground and beat them up. If anything goes wrong, Your Highness will take the blame!"

Xiong Tingbi is a guard of Prince Lu's mansion. He will hold this position until he passes the imperial examination. The Autumn Examination will be held in August, and Xiong Tingbi can still act recklessly for a long time. He decides not to return to the grassland for the time being, and plans to stay in the capital, follow His Royal Highness Prince Lu, and be a bad guy for a while.

"Yes, sir!" The Ti cavalry could no longer hold back, and when Xiong Tingbi gave the order, everyone shouted in unison.

When Mr. Hu saw that this group of people were coming with such a threatening momentum and then realized that they were the Tiqi, he was immediately frightened to the point of his legs going limp. He didn't pay the fine for setting up a buffet yesterday, and the Tiqi came to his door!

The imperial guards once again gave up on the door-breaking device and chose to climb over the wall into the Hu mansion and open the door. The imperial guards rushed in and started beating anyone they saw without any explanation. Of course, women and children were not included. According to the Ming Dynasty law, anyone under the age of fifteen would not be killed but would be exiled instead. Naturally, they did not beat the elderly, women and children, but instead grabbed the guards, doormen, servants and strong men and beat them severely.

After beating the man, he took down everything that could be called a door, threw a collection ticket at the head of the Hu family, and walked away.

When Xiong Tingbi arrived at the second house, the old Xie family was very straightforward. They had prepared the silver and said all the nice things they could, saying that they didn't find a carriage yesterday, and there were too many wealthy families in Xitu City who had to pay fines, so they had borrowed all the carriages. He had rented these carriages from the north city.

Xiong Tingbi did not choose to hit anyone because of the other party's good attitude, but he still took away everything that could be called a door.

"Your Highness, I beat up the people from the Hu family." When Xiong Tingbi reported back, he told everything he had seen.

Zhu Yiliu was dissatisfied when he heard this, and immediately shouted: "You just beat them up and that's it? That's it? Sir, my brother taught you by words and deeds that the centripetal force of the Beijing Army is to report to the emperor and save the people. Did you save them? You beat these beasts up and that's it? Come on, follow me, I will make their family go through the calamity of prison!"

"You, your Majesty is right. Sometimes you are too formal and too rule-abiding. I will go with you!"

Zhu Yiliu and Xiong Tingbi have been fighting since they were young. Zhu Yiliu knows Xiong Da's character very well. Xiong Da abides by the rules and will not do any more bad things. In addition, in terms of status, Xiong Tingbi does not even have any fame, so he cannot do much.

But Zhu Yiliu was not like that. Zhu Yiliu led his men to Xitu City in a show of force and arrested all the members of the Hu family. Because the victim did not pursue the matter, and if the victim's midwife pursued the matter it might cause more trouble. So Zhu Yiliu gave the reason: the fine was paid slowly, and I am unhappy. I will arrest them and lock them up for a while, and release them when I remember them.

The main focus is freedom.

The master is unhappy, and this reason alone is enough. The old Hu family relies on their power and status to bully the midwife, and Zhu Yiliu relies on himself as a prince to bully this extravagant family!

A huge execution ground is rising from the ground outside the Meridian Gate. This is the public trial execution ground built by Zhu Yiliu. In this midwife's case, Zhu Yiliu suddenly realized that his nonsense was not without significance for promoting the Wanli Reform of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhu Yiliu stood in front of the public trial execution ground and suddenly said to Xiong Tingbi beside him: "Xiong Da, do you know? Mr.'s new policy was just to give himself an explanation from the beginning. When Yang Bo began to lobby Mr. and persuade him to merge Chu and Jin, Mr. was very clear that the new policy would inevitably fail, no matter how much he could leave behind."

"It is impossible to escape the results of successive reforms."

In Xiong Tingbi's mind, the master was an omnipotent person. Zhu Yiliu's words made Xiong Tingbi a little dissatisfied. He shook his head and said, "The master personally told His Highness about this matter? Are you teasing me again?"

"Hey, this is what you said yourself, not a joke." Zhu Yili stood up straight and said seriously, "In the fifth year of Wanli, your father unfortunately passed away. The Imperial Censor of Huguang wanted to build a pavilion for you, named Sanzhao Pavilion, and engrave the memorial from the emperor's brother to you on it, but you refused."

"In his letter, the Master told the Imperial Censor of Huguang: 'Rise and fall, prosperity and decline are the natural order of things. Times change, situations change, hills and valleys change, high platforms collapse, and curved ponds become flat. Even my house cannot be defended, so how can I protect my pavilion!' This means: 'Rise and fall, prosperity and decline are the natural order of things. Times change, situations change, hills and valleys change, hills and valleys collapse, and curved ponds become flat. Even my house cannot be defended, so how can I protect my pavilion!'"

"Sir, you are very clear about the consequences of making the performance evaluation system the first decree of the new policy. Even if I own a house, I cannot keep it."

"Why do I say that the new policies in the early years of the Wanli reign were just an account of the life of the master? Because for the master, it was just to repay the emperor's kindness, so why would he care about what people say? It was just that there were opportunities ahead, and everyone was gathering together. It was just that he wanted to ruin his family and clan in order to serve the public. It was just that I was known for my crime, and I didn't care."

"Sir, you know, it's fine when he's here, but if he's gone, the family will be in tatters, and the whole family will be ruined."

Xiong Tingbi frowned and said, "I have never heard you say that."

Zhu Yiliu smiled and shook his head and said, "Of course you haven't heard of it. These are all letters written by the master to the governors and inspectors of various places. At that time, every letter would be sent to the imperial study. I read these letters with my brother and could feel the despair between the lines of the master's words."

"Do you know why the gentleman was desperate at that time?"

"I don't know." When Xiong Tingbi heard that it was a special source of information obtained through a special channel, he believed it immediately. Zhu Yiliu was a simple person. When he was teasing you, he would speak very clearly. Such serious words obviously had a source.

Zhu Yiliu sighed again and said, "Sir, you are in despair because you cannot find a force that can change the color of heaven and earth. The Ming Dynasty is old, more than 200 years old. The entire Ming Dynasty has accumulated too many chronic diseases and old problems over a long period of time. Only a force that can change the color of heaven and earth can restore the Ming Dynasty to light."

"Sir, you can't find it. This cannot be solved by a wise ruler and virtuous ministers. Do you understand? Or to be more precise, this cannot be solved by morality, will, or other metaphysical things like that. Without material power, the new policy cannot be maintained, and his family cannot be protected either."

"Later, under the constant questioning of the emperor, the contradiction theory came out of nowhere. At this time, a weak force like a candle flame appeared in front of you, and now that force is also in front of you. Do you know what it is?"

Zhu Yiliu stood in front of the execution hall for the public trial with a very complicated expression. He had never been able to understand what the emperor and the prime minister were doing before, but now that he had become the regent and was in charge of handling the world's affairs, Zhu Yiliu understood it in an instant. He even personally strengthened this weak power like a candle flame.

"I don't know." Xiong Tingbi looked at the Prince of Lu in front of him with horror. Prince of Lu, who was usually indifferent to political affairs, had his own unique insights when discussing politics, which was completely different from the usually careless Zhu Yiliu.

The higher you stand and the more you see, the more you will naturally understand.

Zhu Yiliu did not continue to keep the secret, and whispered: "This power is the people of all directions. It is the power that the Ming Dynasty once had, but later lost, and is now looking for and hoping to regain. The people of all directions, the common people of the world."

The public trial was the product of Zhu Yiliu's nonsense. He just wanted to humiliate those despicable Confucian scholars. They could neither live nor die, and if they committed suicide, their entire family would die. This was completely childish nonsense.

But at this moment Zhu Yiliu suddenly realized that all the trouble he had done was not as meaningful as the public trial, because the public trial in the execution hall outside the Meridian Gate at least told the people of Shuntian Prefecture what the law was, and knew that such illusory things as justice and fairness really existed.

Before the advent of public trials, the law was a toy for the litigants, and trials were ruled by the rulers, with the verdicts entirely depending on the rulers' wishes.

No matter how strict the Ming Dynasty laws are, for the common people, the laws do not exist at all, because they will never have any dealings with the laws in their entire lives, nor will they know about the numerous clauses.

Just like the midwife, it is absolutely impossible for her to sue Mr. Hu, because in the end the only result would be that Mr. Hu was wronged and the midwife was not wronged.

The law is one of the ruling tools of the rulers. This is what Zhu Yiliu saw from the beating of the midwife. If this happened in the capital, the best place under the feet of the emperor, what would the world be like?
"In the fifth year of Wanli, you moved to Yicheng Earl's Mansion in Xishan to mourn for your father. After that, you never spoke of despair again." Zhu Yiliu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the Wumen Criminal Court, and said with a smile: "You always talked about grandpa, saying that after the twenty-first year of Jiajing, grandpa hid in the West Garden and refused to come out. You said that it was difficult for grandpa to die, that grandpa was a bastard, a tyrant, who let the world wither and did nothing, and devoted himself to Xuan cultivation. In the struggle, he went from disappointment to despair."

"But isn't he the same? Wasn't he equally desperate before the fifth year of the Wanli reign? At that time, what was the difference between him and Grandpa? He didn't even think that the new policies he was promoting could succeed."

Xiong Tingbi stared at Zhu Yiliu blankly, as if he had just met him for the first day. This guy, he is not stupid!
"You are wondering why I can see clearly." Zhu Yiliu shook his head and said, "Because I am a villain, a bad person, different from you, sir, and my brother. I am not broad-minded, not a gentleman or a scholar. I have never cared about the people of the world. I only care about the private affairs of my family, so I can see clearly."

"I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, just because I am in this mountain."

Zhu Yiliu was an outsider. He didn't care about the new policies, the people, or the rise and fall of the country. He was very selfish. He was very aware of his own badness, and he could see it clearly because he was not in the game.

Just a pure, unadulterated bad guy.

"So, we are going to continue doing bad things! There is a grain tyrant outside Chaoyang Gate, named Qin Chaorong, nicknamed Qin Tianba, who is from Ningzhou, Qingyang Prefecture, Shaanxi. In the second year of Wanli, he followed the caravan into Beijing and worked as a coolie at Chaoyang Gate. Later, he became an apprentice at the Chaoyang Gate Fuhuatang Dyeing Factory. Later, he became a godfather and worked as a yamen runner at the Tongzhou Prefecture Government. From then on, he rose to prominence."

"He recruited disciples, was brave enough to fight, and relied on the prestige of his godfather to quickly gain a large territory in Chaoyang Gate. He oppressed the good and harmed the common people. Today, we will eliminate this harm for the people!"

"Let's go! We must kill this monster cleanly today!"

Zhu Yiliu is not doing things randomly. Yesterday he cracked down on water tyrants, and today he cracked down on grain tyrants. Also on Zhu Yiliu's list are dung tyrants, vegetable tyrants, and meat tyrants. As long as the word "tyrant" is included in their names, they will not do anything good. It is not as simple as collecting protection fees. If Qin Tianba simply wanted to eat and drink, or even collected protection fees to prevent the vendors from being disturbed by other gangs, it would be fine.

Qin Tianba controlled all the docks, gates, warehouses and distribution markets outside Chaoyangmen. Shortchanging, selling inferior goods as good ones, driving up prices, making his own rules, and arbitrarily collecting taxes were all easy tasks for him. Murder, arson, looting and burning were no problem at all.

And Zhu Yiliu, Zhu Qingtian, is going to rid the people of this evil today!
"Let's go!" Xiong Tingbi grabbed the hook-sickle spear in his hand and followed the imperial guards to the outside of Chaoyang Gate. In order to prevent accidents, Zhu Yiliu did not mobilize the yamen runners of Shuntian Prefecture and Tongzhou, because these yamen were more or less inextricably linked to Qin Tianba. Zhu Yiliu directly mobilized the imperial guards to go there.

Why don't the extravagant households in Xitu City, the scribes in the bookshops, and the bandits in the city join hands to resist?

Zhu Yiliu was a bad man, and such a large-scale hunt should have caused an uproar. The reason for all this was that Li Rusong dispatched the Beijing Camp to take over the defense of the Nine Gates. The Nine Gates of the capital were originally under the jurisdiction of the Five Cities Army and Horses, but now they were all under military control.

This was the arrangement made by the emperor before his departure. Zhu Yiliu was a bastard, and these powerful and wealthy people had no way to deal with him because violence was in the hands of Zhu Yiliu. In the eyes of these carnivores, the rotation of the nine gates was the emperor's way of preventing Zhu Yiliu from having any improper thoughts, but now all this has become Zhu Yiliu's reliance for doing whatever he wants.

Zhu Yiliu has caused chaos in the capital of the Ming Dynasty. Li Rusong is stationed at Chaoyang Gate. If anyone wants to harm Zhu Yiliu, the soldiers of the Beijing camp will never sit idly by. Even if Zhu Yiliu has made a huge mistake, only Your Majesty can take care of it.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

While Prince Lu was making a scene in the capital, the Ming Emperor, who was on vacation, also encountered an unexpected situation. Someone blocked the road and cried for mercy. This was not an arrangement by Zhang Youxin, the prefect of Hejian Prefecture, but a real injustice.

"So, there really is an injustice, then let me be the judge." After hearing Feng Bao's judgment, Zhu Yijun stood up and prepared to meet the people.

He was on his way to the Tianjin Coal and Iron Bureau. The Coal and Iron Bureaus in various prefectures, counties and cities were the offices of the Ming Dynasty's Coal and Iron Joint Venture.

"If it wasn't Zhang Youxin's arrangement, then he must have suffered some great grievance, so he wanted to stop the procession." Zhu Yijun got out of the car and said to Zhang Juzheng as he walked.

The Ming Emperor's procession was very long, and the guards were very powerful. In addition, in order to ensure the emperor's safety, the imperial guards cleared the streets in advance. Theoretically, it was impossible for anyone to come to the Ming Emperor's carriage and kneel in front of it to kowtow and cry out for justice without intentional arrangement.

Zhu Yijun looked at the woman kneeling on the ground. Her hair was dry and messy, with some weeds and mud. Her clothes were very loose, ill-fitting and tattered. Her exposed arms and ankles were dark, and there were calluses on her hands. It was obvious that she had been engaged in physical labor for a long time. She had big feet and a peculiar smell as if she had not taken a bath for a long time. Most importantly, her nails were all black, and one of her nails was injured and had not been treated.

This was not arranged by Zhang Youxin. If it was arranged by local officials, it would definitely not appear in this way.

"Your Majesty, I am from Dagukou, Tianjin. My husband joined the army in Jizhou in the third year of Longqing, went to the Beijing camp in the second year of Wanli, and returned to Tianjin due to injury in the ninth year of Wanli. He worked as a craftsman in the Legal Office of the Weaving Bureau. I beg Your Majesty to make a decision for me." The woman kneeling on the ground wailed when she saw that the Emperor of the Ming Dynasty had really come.

In the third year of Longqing's reign, he joined Qi Jiguang. In the second year of Wanli's reign, he went to the Beijing camp. In the ninth year of Wanli's reign, the Beijing camp went to the grassland to fight against Altan Khan. Apparently, he was injured in that battle.

Zhu Yijun's mouth twitched, and he suppressed the anger deep in his heart. He took a step forward and whispered, "Sister-in-law, please don't be polite. Please don't be polite. Tell me in detail what grievance you have. I want to see who dares to criticize my soldiers so harshly in the Ming Dynasty!"

"Zhang Youxin!" Zhu Yijun spoke in an unfriendly tone and looked at the prefect of Hejian Prefecture with a cold and scrutinizing look in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I really don't know. I really don't know." Zhang Youxin knelt on the ground, crawled forward two steps, kowtowed desperately, and said hurriedly: "I don't know that I was wronged. Please forgive me, Your Majesty."

The gentleman in front of him, when he really gets angry, is much more terrifying than the lawless Prince Lu in the capital. Prince Lu only makes a scene for a few times, but the gentleman in front of him has handled four major cases and executed the entire families of Zhang Siwei, Kong of Yanzhou, Xu of Songjiang, and Yang of Xindu.

Zhang Youxin took so much trouble to welcome the emperor that he really had no idea who the woman in front of him was.

"Tell me in detail." Zhu Yijun asked the woman who was trembling and a little unsteady.

"Your Majesty, my husband has difficulty walking. Last December, he walked slowly on the street and blocked the way of Miss Zhang. The lady was so cruel and vicious that she had her servants whip him three times. Now my husband is lying in bed and cannot move. I have nowhere to turn to for help, so I had to disturb Your Majesty." The woman pretended to kneel again.

Zhu Yijun immediately supported her and said, "Old sister-in-law, there is no need to be polite. Now that I know about it, there is no reason for me to ignore it."

"Zhao Mengyou, take people to investigate this matter immediately. I have returned to the provincial government from the Coal and Iron Bureau. You bring all the criminals to the government office. I want to interrogate the case personally. If I don't make the decision on this case for the soldiers, how can the soldiers in the world look up to me?" Zhu Yijun looked at Zhao Mengyou with a relatively calm tone.

"I obey your order!" Zhao Mengyou immediately bowed his head, took two thousand judges, selected twenty imperial guards, and went to investigate the case.

Zhao Mengyou, who had been by the emperor's side for ten years, knew that the emperor was very angry. The accompanying chief medical officer Pang Xian silently followed Zhao Mengyou to the woman's home. The woman's husband was bedridden. He had been whipped three times and had not received proper treatment. If any further delay had been made, he would have died.

"Just kneel here and wait for your punishment." Zhu Yijun looked at Zhang Youxin who was kneeling on the ground, shook his sleeves vigorously, and went towards the Coal and Iron Bureau.

Zhu Yijun was feeling uneasy at the Coal and Iron Bureau. He took a quick look and went straight to the woman's house.

The house was made of blue bricks and tiles, and the yard was filled with carpenters' tools. After being injured and retired from the army, they still had some means of making a living. Zhu Yijun walked into the house and saw the bedridden retired soldier.

"Your Majesty is mighty!" The man lying on the bed wanted to greet him.

This iron-clad man was a retired soldier from the Beijing camp and obviously knew the emperor. He struggled to get up, but Pang Xian held him down and prevented him from moving, while treating his wounds. Pang Xian knew the emperor very well, and the emperor didn't care about these empty formalities at all.

"The Ming army is mighty." Zhu Yijun said with a sad face: "Don't be polite, see the doctor first, see the doctor first."

"How is the situation?" Zhu Yijun looked at Pang Xian and asked about his injuries.

Pang Xian treated the wound and said with a smile: "In another month, even if a god came, there would be nothing he could do. As the weather gets warmer, the wound will fester and it will be difficult to survive. But now, even if the King of Hell came, he couldn't take him away."

This is the confidence of a great medical officer.

"That's good, that's good." Zhu Yijun breathed a sigh of relief, sat down on the edge of the bed and started chatting with the soldier.

The strong man's original name was He Liu, and later he changed his name to He Danghun. He was from Penglai, Shandong, and was a fellow villager of Qi Jiguang. When his family suffered a disaster, he headed north, intending to go to Liaodong. He stopped at Tianjin Wei, Hejian Prefecture, and married into the family of a woman from Dagukou. He joined the army in the second year of Longqing, but no one was willing to join the army at that time. He Danghun was a son-in-law, so he was drafted and went to Jizhou.

The Beijing Camp recruited 10,000 people the first time, but He Liu was not selected. When the second recruitment was carried out, he became a elite soldier of the Beijing Camp.

It was not until the ninth year of the Wanli reign, when he was fighting against Altan Khan, that he broke a finger and two toes on the front line. He then retired and returned to the Legal Office of the Weaving Bureau. Because he learned carpentry work in the military camp, he became a craftsman.

The main reason for the difficulties in life was that someone ordered a batch of wood to be processed from He Liu, but He Liu was whipped three times by Hejian Zhang and was injured. He did not finish the work and paid a large sum of money to the other party, which led to this situation.

Zhu Yijun said solemnly: "Why don't you report to the authorities? If those cowards dare to embarrass you, you can come to Beidaying to find me. Can I ignore them?"

"I thought it was just a minor injury and I didn't want to trouble others." He Liu sighed. He thought the injury would be no big deal, but it delayed his work, the family lost their livelihood, and the family members suffered as well, and he almost lost his life.

"This quack doctor, if he can't treat illnesses, he should just go and farm! Nonsense." Pang Xian said angrily after reading the prescription.

There was nothing wrong with the prescription and medicine that He Liu's wife asked for and bought. It was the processed Herba Dijinjiu, which was used to stop bleeding and heal wounds. But the problem was that new flesh would be difficult to grow if the rotten flesh was not removed. The three whips that He Liu had received were all festering and rotten. If the rotten flesh was not removed, applying medicine would be of no use.

"He Liu, if you have any difficulties, just tell me." Zhu Yijun said, holding He Liu's hand.

(End of this chapter)