Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Chapter 294 All forces begin to appear

Beizhen Fusi Prison was a place where all civil and military officials in the Ming Dynasty were extremely frightened.

It seems like the wind is blowing here all year round.

Where there is no sunlight, there always seems to be the sound of rodents munching on something.

From time to time, the sound of iron hitting the ground could be heard in the distance, clatter, clatter, like a reminder from the underworld.

Xiong Tingbi has been imprisoned here for half a year. He looked up at the palm-sized vent above his head and saw a group of black shadows passing by from time to time. When he first came here, Xiong Tingbi was still not used to it. Now that half a year has passed, he is no longer familiar with everything in this prison. Whatever happened, I had become accustomed to it and became calm.

crunch
  The iron door was opened, and then the footsteps of three or five people were heard, getting closer and closer.

Click, the footsteps stopped at the door of his cell.

No one has come to visit me for a long time.

Is it time to die?
  Or maybe something happened in Liaodong and his opportunity has arrived?
  Squinting his eyes slightly, Xiong Tingbi looked at the figures at the door.

"Master Xiong, we are here to see you." Wang Tiqian covered his mouth and nose with a brocade handkerchief, unable to bear the filthy smell that filled the dungeon.

"Eunuch," the voice was hoarse, like the sound of fingernails rubbing on rusty ironware, making people's skin crawl. "What can I do for you all to come here to see me in person?"

"Xiong" Wang Tiqian was so dizzy from the filthy smell that he pointed at Xiong Tingbi and said to the guards in imperial robes beside him: "Wash clean, change your clothes, and be respectful!"

Ok?
  Hearing this, Xiong Tingbi, who was sitting in the corner, narrowed his eyes and his head was already turning rapidly - his chance to escape had come!
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When Wang Tiqian saw Xiong Tingbi for the second time, the imprisoned former Liaodong manager had already washed himself, put on a plush blanket, and leaned against the stove.

He randomly picked a chair a little closer to Xiong Tingbi and sat down. Wang Tigan thoughtfully poured him a cup of tea: "Drink some tea and warm yourself up, Mr. Xiong."

"I can't say that I'm a guilty person and my official position has been taken away a long time ago. Just call me by name," Xiong Tingbi took the cup and drank it in one gulp, regardless of whether it was hot or not.

Ah!
  Xiong Tingbi raised his head and took a long breath, as if he wanted to exhale all the anger and depression he had spent in prison for half a year.

When hot tea passes by, your throat becomes hot, and even your intestines and stomach feel like a ball of fire is flowing through them - extremely refreshing!
  "Master Xiong, our family came to you today not because of the saint's order, and it has nothing to do with Master Qi Guogong. There is something that needs to be informed by Master Xiong!"

As he spoke, Wang Tiqian stood up and continued to fill Xiong Tingbi's cup with tea.

After hearing what Wang Tiqian said, Xiong Tingbi did not ask anything, but continued to drink the tea in the cup in one gulp!

Pouring the scalding tea into his throat made Xiong Tingbi's face look both ferocious and relaxed.

"Lord Xiong has been away from the court for half a year. He may not know that great changes have taken place in the court," Wang Tiqian casually fiddled with the poor white porcelain on the table, as if appraising it.

"A big change?" Xiong Tingbi lowered his head, holding the tea cup in his hand, and murmured: "It's nothing more than the power of the Duke of Qi. Ye Xianggao, Sun Chengzong and others wanted to join him, and they all advocated for it. The emperor trusted him, and the princess married. But all Donglin's party was deposed, and the sea was clear and the rivers were clear, and peace was prosperous with singing and dancing."

"Haha," Wang Tiqian shook his head, as if he was not satisfied with the white porcelain in front of him, and smacked his lips and said: "Hai Qing He Yan, singing and dancing is right, but the previous sentence was wrong."

Lifting his eyes and looking directly at Wang Tiqian for the first time, Xiong Tingbi's eyes dimly said: "You mean, the Duke of Qi"

"A few days ago, I went to various cities in Shandong to visit the Duke of Qi and agreed on the time for Princess Ningde to get married." Wang Tiqian nodded, as if he agreed with Xiong Tingbi's guess. "What?" Xiong Tingbi stood up suddenly and said in disbelief: "The kingdom of Wancheng was destroyed, but the Duke of Qi did not enter the capital?"

understand!

It’s clear! !

Xiong Tingbi suddenly understood in a trance: A man with such monstrous achievements, a military god with almost unrivaled influence in the army, and a twenty-year-old prince, which emperor would allow him to stay in Beijing?

I’m afraid you’ll be sweating profusely while dreaming at night, right?

Who hopes that one day he will open his eyes in his sleep, and there will be chaos in the palace, fires are raging in all directions, and in a trance, someone is standing in front of the bed holding a bloody ax: Your Majesty, someone is here to take you on your way!

What is this called?
  Even Yi Yin and Huo Guang had no idea, Sima Shi Zhu Wen was always the emperor's evil spirit.

"At that time, four Donglin court officials died unexpectedly. Duke Qi, who had just pacified Liaodong, was forced to return to the capital. To prove himself, Su Er went south and beheaded the Donglin traitors in Xuzhou Mansion to frighten Xiaoxiao. Then he took a boat to the north and declared to the outside world that he would Zhucheng has been resting for a while. It has been more than a month now."

"If I'm not wrong, Princess Ningde's marriage to the Duke of Qi is conditional on the emperor's exchange for military power in Liaodong, right?" Xiong Tingbi is an experienced man and is well versed in the rules of officialdom. A few words are the key to it.

"Of course, Master Xiong is indeed transparent, haha," Wang Tigan said with a dry laugh: "What you said is correct."

"Well, but what does this matter have to do with Xiong?" Xiong Tingbi was a little confused. Neither the emperor nor the Duke of Qi could be influenced by his small former Liaodong manager.

"These are just backgrounds. I came to you today mainly because something happened in Wenyuan Pavilion yesterday," Wang Tiqian also poured himself a cup of tea and said quietly.

Wrapping the blanket around him again, Xiong Tingbi stood up and reached Wang Tiqian's side.

"Wang Huazhen used an inkstone in Wenyuan Pavilion yesterday to smash the young eunuch of the inner palace to death," Wang Tiqian said in an extremely calm tone, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"The Governor wants to take this opportunity to sweep out all the senior officials in the court one by one! No one will be left behind!"

squeak.
  As Wang Tiqian spoke, he put two fingers on the tea cup and pushed the overflowing cup in front of Xiong Tingbi: "Stand with the Governor, and the Governor will ensure that you rejoin the class of important ministers!"

Looking at the slightly rippling tea, the reflection inside is already extremely old.

But who is willing to quit?

"This matter has nothing to do with Duke Qi?" Xiong Tingbi also wanted to confirm.

"The Governor is not willing to offend the Duke of Qi. Don't worry about this," Wang Tigan shrugged. The meaning was obvious. Who can offend the Duke of Qi?

"I want to meet Yuan Yuanyu first," Xiong Tingbi thought for a long time and finally spoke.

He didn't believe the others, but Yuan Chonghuan and Xiong Tingbi asked themselves that they had some friendship.

"Master Yuan has already gone to Henan to supervise government affairs and participate in government affairs. I'm afraid he won't be able to see you again." Wang Tigan shook his head: "And recently the imperial court is preparing to send troops to Puzhou, Shanxi. Master Yuan is in Kaifeng and will also go north to Tongguan. I'm afraid There is no time to go back to Beijing."

(End of this chapter)