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Chapter 249 Boring, I want to see a river of blood

Prince Yang fell into the water and disappeared...

Disappearance is reasonable.

After all, he has always been wearing heavy armor.

In the words of the soldiers at the scene, after he fell into the water, he was like a stone, and he went straight in without any pause.

The splash was quite big.

Moreover, he fell into the water in the middle of the river, which was estimated to be several feet deep. They used hooks to fish underwater for a whole morning but couldn't catch him. Later, even hundreds of ships participated in the salvage operation, and even trawlers were brought in to search underwater repeatedly, but still couldn't find him. In short, he just disappeared, as if he melted into the river water, and there was no trace at all...

royal palace.

Wuying Palace.

"This is good news. The King of the East Sea is blessed by the gods, so he won't get into trouble so easily. Last time, he was able to sneak across the Yangtze River for dozens of miles to cut off the Jianlu floating bridge, let alone a mere fall into the water."

Ma Shiying said as he looked at His Royal Highness the Regent who was still crying.

In fact, no one thought that Yang Feng was doomed. He had never encountered such an accident. It was not that no one had thought of letting him fall into the water, but that this method was useless. After all, you can't imagine letting a person who can swim dozens of miles on the Yangtze River and rush to the floating bridge fall into the water and drown. And the real fatal thing about falling into the water is not the falling into the water itself. After all, Zhengde and Tianqi did not drown. It was that falling into the water would make you sick, and if you are sick, you need to take medicine, and then it is reasonable that you are terminally ill.

But this is also meaningless to Yang Feng. Not only is he a miracle doctor, but he is also as strong as an ox and a rhinoceros...

This guy likes winter swimming.

You can't expect someone who likes winter swimming to fall into the water and get sick.

So letting him fall into the water is really the least reliable of all assassination methods. It is not as good as shooting him on the street.

As for the collision this time, it was certainly not an accident, because the helmsman at the helm of that ship had committed suicide. It was obvious that he was bribed to kill him. It was he who suddenly changed the rudder when the two ships encountered each other.

But this is really stupid.

Stupid enough to succeed.

Prince Yang himself probably never thought that someone would use such a stupid method to assassinate him, so he was completely unprepared and ended up falling into the water. What he was most worried about was actually being shot by someone, so he wore heavy armor when he went out, enough to resist the banjo gun. However, now, because of the heavy armor, he couldn't even swim after falling into the water, and fell directly into the river. It's funny, if he had worn less, it wouldn't have happened.

"But if that's the case, why hasn't he shown up yet?"

Her Royal Highness the Princess said while choking with sobs.

"This..."

Ma Shiying was about to speak...

"Your Highness, the Fuque scholars outside are attacking Chengtian Gate, and the guards are in urgent need of help."

Dong Qiongying, who had been promoted to the chief guard of Wuying Palace, walked in anxiously, saluted and said.

The disappearance of King Donghai certainly did not affect Fuque. The scholars of Fuque had no feelings for him and might even be applauding him!

Her Royal Highness the Princess stood up instantly.

"Do they really think I'm a little girl? Tell the guards at all gates to shoot anyone who attacks the palace!"

She shouted with obvious fury.

Dong Qiongying was stunned for a moment. After all, Her Royal Highness the Princess had always been very gentle.

However, this woman is also ruthless. She is a local tyrant. The female soldiers under her do not only defend against foreign enemies, but also suppress unruly people.

"Your Highness, to prevent any accidents, should we invite the Northern Expedition Army into the city? The Sichuan camps have not yet boarded the ships and are still in the Grand Parade Ground."

She said.

Of course, mainly her husband.

"Let them come into the city with their cannons."

Her Royal Highness the Princess said without hesitation.

Indeed, the situation in the city was complicated, because the security of Nanjing was all under the charge of militia. The militias of Yingtian, Huizhou, Ningguo and other prefectures were stationed in Nanjing, and some were defending on the north bank. In fact, the north bank was also part of Nanjing. Nanjing in the Ming Dynasty was not just the south bank. A large part of the jurisdiction of the North City Military Command of the Five City Military Command was actually on the north bank. Behind Huang Zongxi and others were the new scholars who controlled the militia. Now, a lot of those who were hiding in the palace were from these three prefectures, and a large number of their brothers and relatives were in the militia. If these people were suppressed, accidents would indeed be easy to happen.

The people in the city who were truly under the princess' control were actually the five hundred followers of Yang Feng and the group of Jinyiwei who had always followed her, that is, the ones who had initially escorted her to Shandong, but most of them were ceremonial guards.

These add up to more than a thousand points, and they are also the guards of Chengtian and other gates.

As for Wuying Hall, it was staffed by female soldiers led by Dong Qiongying.

Nothing else.

She didn't need too much force. After all, she was quite popular and no one would come to assassinate her.

It's okay to leave the palace incognito.

But now, this amount of force is a little insufficient.

In fact, she was not too disgusted by the scholars' request. After all, they just wanted her to pretend to be the crown prince. She had been the regent for a year and had gradually adapted to the position. She even began to like it. Although she did not have any ambitions to be an empress, she did have a duty under the current circumstances.

The eldest daughter!
An elder sister is like a mother!
She has the responsibility to support the family during this special time.

Besides, she also knew that she had no right of inheritance and was just looking after her father. Now that there was no crown prince, it was not too ridiculous for her to pretend to be the crown prince by taking the title of princess.

but……

This is not the right way.

You can't just block the door and force me!
Especially since she was feeling upset because of Yang Feng's matter, it was easy for her to explode at this time.

Dong Qiongying said nothing more and immediately bowed and left. Ma Shiying wanted to stop her, but the old fox withdrew his outstretched hand...

"Your Highness, I will go out and give you an announcement."

He said.

Her Royal Highness the Princess nodded.

Chengtianmen.

"Quick, go in and open the city gate!"

Huang Zongxi, who was now in his thirties and in the prime of his life, shouted loudly behind the crowd.

But he was standing on a carriage, and not just him, but also his command system, including Wan Sinian, who was carrying a white flag with a portrait of Confucius, and the son of Wan Tai, his fellow student. They were both disciples of Liu Zongzhou. There was also Dong Zhining, who was in charge of beating the drum, and Wang Yi, who was beating the gong. One of them was from Yinxian and the other from Cixi. They were traveling around Nanjing in the name of studying. Now the group in Zhejiang has become the most radical in Ming Dynasty...

Of course, it was originally like that.

It has even been the case since the Southern Song Dynasty.

The development of this area to Huang Zongxi did not occur suddenly, but had a clear thread. From the Zhejiang East School of Practical Learning in the Southern Song Dynasty to Wang Shouren, and then to Huang Zongxi, it can always be said to have been at the forefront of thought.

Once the political and economic aspects are fully unlocked, we will really be able to move forward.

Similarly, Huang Zongxi in Nanjing also quickly became an idol of the new scholars because he completely catered to their ideological system. Adding his father's story and his teacher's status, it was even more perfect: a descendant of a loyal minister, a disciple of a great Confucian scholar, a leader of new ideas, and even with the Zhejiang militia behind him. Then he raised his arms in the Imperial College and shouted the slogan "Bowing to the palace and asking the regent to take the pseudo-title of the crown prince", and then thousands of scholars rushed to Chengtian Gate, and at the same time, along the way, they encouraged the people who already liked the regent.

As a result, there are now huge crowds of people in front of Chengtian Gate, and even the Qianbu Corridor on both sides, which has been developed into a commercial street, is completely blocked.

All the way to Hongwu Gate. Hongwu Gate has been opened.

The merchants on both sides of Qianbu Gallery were happy to take the opportunity to make money, selling all kinds of goods among the crowd.

It has to be said that this moment truly tested the people's feelings towards Chongzhen. Even if it was not to welcome Chongzhen, just the first step of welcoming Chongzhen had already caused such a thing.

The era of His Majesty the Emperor was obviously like a nightmare to them.

Now that we are free from this nightmare, no one wants to go back into it.

Some scholars who had been waiting for a long time had already climbed onto the roof of the Thousand-Step Gallery and were trying to scale the city wall. Some also got ladders from merchants and passed them toward the city wall among the crowd.

They had been waiting here for the whole morning. Originally, they were going to petition the emperor, but the princess had no interest in anything else because of Yang Feng's disappearance, so she had been ignoring them. Besides, the matter itself was very special. Whether she agreed or not, she had to discuss it with Yang Feng first. But the scholars had no patience. The reason they could wait so long was because Yang Feng's disappearance attracted their attention.

But now I can't wait any longer.

Amid Huang Zongxi's shouts, several scholars first climbed up the ladder to the city wall...

"boom!"

Gunfire suddenly rang out.

"The palace is a forbidden area. Anyone who trespasses will be killed without mercy!"

An escort officer shouted while holding a short-range rifle.

The scholars who were climbing the ladder all sneered.

Who are you trying to scare with a short gun? Nowadays, any scholar with a little money can afford not only a short gun, but even a turtledove gun. In fact, those local rich people are learning from the gentry in Guangdong and Guangxi, building artillery towers in their own mansions and installing turtledove guns. And it was not Yang Feng who started this trend. Before Yang Feng emerged, the gentry in some poor and remote areas of Guangdong and Guangxi had already started doing this, and now it is spreading to the whole country.

In fact, many of these new scholars also have guns, and they hunt to show off when they are bored.

So now they are all extremely inflated. After all, they have money, guns, voice, and even militia as their weapons.

It would be abnormal if it didn't expand.

The escort officer looked to both sides, and the escorts immediately raised their pistols and aimed at the scholars who were climbing up the city walls. Then he pulled out another pistol, aimed at the first scholar who climbed up the city walls, and pulled the trigger.

The guy was stunned by the sudden gunshot, looking at the flying debris from the blue bricks beside him in disbelief, even hitting him in the face.

The pain finally woke him up. He screamed in fright and quickly squatted down with his head in his hands.

At the same time, more followers opened fire with their pistols. Although their real targets were around the scholars, smoothbore rifles were not that accurate and accidental injuries were inevitable. Three scholars fell down screaming, one of them holding his stomach, another was hit in the shoulder, and the remaining one was the most dangerous. A bullet shot off one of his ears, and he covered his face and screamed heartbreakingly.

It looked quite scary, with blood all over his hand, as if he had been hit on the head.

Those who were still climbing up below were so frightened by his miserable condition that they quickly retreated. Some even stepped on those below them because they retreated so quickly.

One of them was stepped off the ladder and fell on the stone slab, screaming.

Even those who had climbed onto the roof of the Thousand Steps Gallery were so frightened that they quickly got down.

It can be said that they all became obedient in the blink of an eye.

Huang Zongxi was also dumbfounded.

He stared in amazement at his classmates who were on the verge of success, only to shrink back like that.

"Is this the end?"

Wan Sinian, who was still waving the flag next to him, said in astonishment.

“How can aspirations be successful without rivers of blood?”

He then said angrily.

Huang Zongxi was cheered up.

"Sheng Zu said it well, how can we succeed without shedding blood? My fellow students, why should we sacrifice our lives for the greater good today?"

He raised his arms and shouted again.

"How can we succeed without a river of blood? Fellow students, don't be afraid, keep going. They don't dare to kill anyone. We have militia training behind us, so why should we be afraid of them? Go ahead, we won't stop until we see the Regent today!"

The scholars around him raised their arms and shouted.

However, the effect was obviously not as good as before, and the scholars in the front had obviously lost their courage.

In the final analysis, they are just too arrogant, or they have been spoiled in the past year. It's not just them. In the past year, students from academies all over the country are basically like this. The local elders and the local sages do have the final say, but they are only the heads of the main families after all, while the academy includes almost all the children of the aristocratic families. As long as they make trouble, the elders and the local sages can only give in...

They are all younger generations of my clan. Can they still participate in the militia training and shoot at volleyball?

Besides, it is impossible for the militia to fight because their brothers who are the officers of the militia are all here!

It has become a trend.

The system designed by Huang Zongxi was to discuss politics with the academy as the core, and he also advocated this in the Imperial College. The Imperial College is essentially no longer a place for learning, nor can it be said to be a government office, but a society where great scholars from all over the country come to Beijing to exchange knowledge. Those great scholars go there to give lectures, and similarly, those wealthy and idle scholars in academies from all over the country also come to listen to the lectures of those great scholars who are not usually seen. After all, it is impossible for every local academy to invite these people, but the Imperial College is their regular place for communication.

All they had to do was wait in the capital, and whenever a great scholar came to Beijing, they could go together to listen to his lectures. So in a sense, the Imperial College had become the most inflated gathering place for scholars from all over the country.

Then it completely expanded.

but……

Rivers of blood?
Are they stupid?

"boom!"

Gunfire suddenly rang out.

Huang Zongxi instinctively fell forward.

But Wan Sinian beside him suddenly shook, then lowered his head and looked at the blood gushing from his chest in disbelief.

next moment……

"boom!"

……

More gunshots rang out.

And they were all fired at the places where the crowds were the densest.

"Run! It's killing people!"

"Run! The regent is killing people!"

……

Shouts immediately rang out from the crowd.

Then the tens of thousands of people crowded in front of Chengtian Gate were in chaos. No one noticed that the shooting was not from the city wall, but from a shop in Qianbu Gallery. However, the guards on the city wall saw it, and then they aimed their short guns at that place, and the muzzle flames sprayed. Now no one could tell the difference. The whole Chengtian Gate was in chaos, and everyone was crowding forward. At the open Chengtian Gate, Ma Shiying, who had just come out to make an announcement, was also dumbfounded. He watched the crowds rushing towards him.

The old horse was so scared that he turned around and ran away.

(End of this chapter)