Daming: The most ruthless tyrant in history

Chapter 8 Everyone is under the general trend

As night falls, under the starry sky, all the squares inside and outside the capital are like ghosts, and no one can be seen.

A cold wind suddenly blew up, and a gloomy and lonely atmosphere enveloped the place.

No matter which era it is in, it has the characteristic melody of that era.

The current curfew system in Ming Dynasty is undoubtedly the lowest-cost and least-risk security measure from the perspective of maintaining governance stability, although it is not conducive to economic development.

The capital city, which is still crowded with people during the day, starts to stop as night falls.

It was a time of national mourning, and all entertainment services in the capital were shut down. Under the autocratic rule of the imperial power, and during the funeral of Emperor Daxing, whoever dares to violate the ritual system issued by the imperial court will be severely punished once found out!

The night in Beijing is very long.

British government.

"Father, what's on your mind?"

Wearing plain clothes, Zhang Zhiji walked into the study, looked at Zhang Weixian who was leaning on the official hat chair, and said with concern: "You have been staying in the study since the end of the morning, and now it is late at night, and you will enter the palace tomorrow... "

"Thinking about something."

Zhang Weixian couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad, "When people get old, they feel less sleepy. It's so late, why haven't you gone to bed yet?"

"The baby can't sleep."

Zhang Zhiji walked to Zhang Weixian's side, and truthfully told what was in his heart.

Looking at the son-in-law in front of him, Zhang Weixian sighed secretly.

As a legitimate son, I am good at everything, but the palace is too shallow and I can't hide things in my heart. How can I support the British government in the future?

"Father, there is something unknown about the child."

Zhang Zhiji hesitated for a moment, raised his hand and bowed to Zhang Weixian: "I hope father can clear up the confusion and give some advice."

"sit down."

Zhang Weixian lifted his robe sleeves, stretched out his hand and said, "What you want to ask about is the Meridian Staff today?"

Zhang Weixian could see what Zhang Zhiji was thinking at a glance.

"That's it."

Zhang Zhiji nodded and said: "It was a time of national mourning, and the hearts of the people in the capital were fluctuating. Without warning, His Majesty used the incident of the flood in the Luan Palace to arrest a group of those who advised against the rules. The group of people who were attacked by the court rod at the Meridian Gate, 13 people were seriously injured, isn’t Your Majesty afraid of further incidents?”

"What's the matter again?"

Zhang Weixian looked at Zhang Zhiji with his deep eyes, "Do you really think that the court staff at the Wumen Gate today is because of the flood in the Luan Palace, and someone from the outer court came up with admonitions and allusions to accuse His Majesty of being unfilial, and His Majesty was so angry that he issued the court staff?" ?”

Is not it?

Zhang Zhiji was taken aback for a moment, obviously not thinking about the deeper meaning.

Still too young.

Seeing Zhang Zhiji like this, Zhang Weixian sighed softly.

Don't look at Zhang Zhiji who has passed away, but in Zhang Weixian's eyes, he is still like a child who can't grow up. How can this kind of city cope with the complicated situation.

"As a father, I ask you."

Zhang Weixian calmed down, looked at Zhang Zhiji and asked, "Who is in charge of the prison at the Meridian Gate today?"

His legitimate son will inherit the title of Duke of England in the future. If he is not trained, the foundation of the British Duke's family will surely decline in the future.

"Wang An, the eunuch in charge of ceremonies."

Zhang Zhiji said without hesitation.

"There are so many eunuchs in the inner court, why does Your Majesty let Wang An be responsible for this?" Zhang Weixian asked again: "On a mere incident, a group of imperial officials and censors with no background were arrested. Why does Wang An need to personally imprison them?"

Zhang Zhiji was stopped by the question.

As Zhang Weixian asked, he really didn't think of it before, or more precisely, he didn't care about it at all.

But on second thought, Zhang Zhiji sensed something was wrong.

Wang An is now the eunuch of the Rites and Bingbi, the admiral of the East Jiji Factory, the confidant of Emperor Daxing when he was in the East Palace, and won the trust of Emperor Daxing. , there was a turmoil in the inner court, and Li Xuan kept the new monarch by his side. It was Wang An who passed the news, so that the new monarch was able to take the throne smoothly...

"Your Majesty is dissatisfied with Wang An?"

Zhang Zhiji, who was in a mess of thoughts, said uncertainly.

"Why are you dissatisfied?"

Zhang Weixian said concisely.

Zhang Zhiji was completely questioned.

How did he know whether the new king would be dissatisfied with Wang An.

"I'll ask you again for my father."

Seeing that Zhang Zhiji was stopped by the question, Zhang Weixian felt disappointed, but continued to ask: "Today's early court at Qianqing Gate is the first court of His Majesty, the emperor. Why did His Majesty come so late?"

"Your Majesty, in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, said that he missed the Emperor Daxing..." Zhang Zhiji stopped while talking, his father's eyes made him see that this might not be the case.

"Keep thinking."

Zhang Weixian said concisely.

Zhang Zhiji was silent, frowning tightly.

Time passed minute by minute.

The study fell into dead silence.

Zhang Zhiji thought for a long time, but still couldn't think of anything else.

"Go back and think about it slowly."

Zhang Weixian pulled up his robe and got up, looked at Zhang Zhiji, "When will you figure it out, when will you come to see my father again, I'm tired of my father, I'll go back to the inner courtyard first."

Zhang Zhiji: "..."

Zhang Zhiji, who wanted to say something, looked at Zhang Weixian's back, and the words came to his lips, but he couldn't say anything.

The cold wind hit, and Zhang Weixian, who walked out of the study, was shocked, but his mood was complicated.

The new king has changed.

Zhang Weixian, who was walking forward with his hands behind his back, felt a sigh of relief in his heart. Since the end of the morning session, Zhang Weixian had been staying in the study for no other reason than to figure out what the new king was thinking.

A terrible thought came to Zhang Weixian's heart.

The new king wants to take power!

As the Son of Heaven, he holds the power of life and death. This is something that no one dares to deny. Even now, the new king is still like this.

But there is a different meaning between being in power and being in power.

The most powerful party currently in power is not the Qi, Chu, and Zhejiang parties, nor the so-called Zheng party, but the Donglin party, which has been repeatedly suppressed in the past.

Emperor Daxing Yuji has been on the throne for more than a month, and it is inevitable to reuse the Donglin Party. Zhang Weixian knows better than anyone how fierce and brutal the struggle for the country was during the Wanli Dynasty. If the members of the Donglin Party are reused, the world will be humiliated, and it will even be detrimental to Yuji's rule.

This is politics.

But no one expected that Emperor Daxing Yuji would pass away in just over a month, and the impact of this incident would be too great.

How could there ever be two emperors who died within a month of each other in the Ming Dynasty?

'Your Majesty, do you want to suppress the Donglin Party? '

Zhang Weixian, who was in a mess of thoughts, subconsciously stopped and looked at the waning moon surrounded by dark clouds, "But the enthronement edict has been promulgated for the whole world, so it is extremely difficult to suppress the Donglin Party and stabilize the court. '

Two faces appeared in Zhang Weixian's mind.

One is the perplexed and hesitant face he saw when he entered the palace with Gu's orders, and the other is the resolute and confident face he saw when he was summoned by the new king and set up the throne at the Qianqing Gate .

At this moment, Zhang Weixian was in a daze. Although he had figured out some things, he could not accurately grasp what Xinjun wanted to do. In such a complicated situation, no one was immune, and Zhang Weixian was not sure what would happen in the future. Accidents were what he was most worried about...

(End of this chapter)