Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 156 Execution, Yiqi Clan!

Zhang Jiangling is alive and well.

The power is in the hands of the government and the public, overwhelming the saints, and there is no one in the limelight for a while.

Even the high and mighty Sky Pavilion Master has been knocked down from the altar by him, who else can't beat him?

Didn't you see that even the Wanning Palace was silent?

After the meeting, the entire city of Taikang was silent.

At night, the frost presses the spring branches, and the ice covers the blue bricks.

The first assistant's study room was brightly lit, and the old man was writing a book at his desk.

The prostitute Zhang Mingyue's face was pale, she bit her red lips, and trembled all over.

The old man sighed quietly, put down his pen and blown the silk, sealed it with the seal of Shangshu Ling, put it away and handed it to Zhang Mingyue, and said softly: "Did you remember what I told you just now for my father?"

With a thud, the daughter of the chief assistant, who is beautiful outside and just strong inside, broke down in tears, and said in a shy voice, "Father!!"

Zhang Jiangling raised his eyebrows and shouted sharply: "Don't be so cowardly! Remember, this matter is not only related to the safety of the crown prince, but also related to the century-old state of Dajing. There must be no negligence, do you understand?"

Zhang Mingyue prostrated herself on the ground, weeping silently.

She understood that if she left today, it would be a farewell to heaven and man forever.

Her creamy face was pressed against the cold blue bricks, and she hissed: "Please rest assured, my daughter will not dare to delay important matters!"

She took the thin silk with both hands and carefully put it into her arms.

"and many more!!"

Zhang Xiang called her.

Zhang Mingyue choked with tears, and looked at him blankly, "Father?"

The old man's face was serious, he got up slowly, turned around and looked at the dark yellow scroll hanging on the wall, on which the faces of the monarchs and ministers were still vivid.

The old man's eyes were complicated, and there seemed to be a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Er Er, a trace of pain flashed in his cloudy deep eyes, and he said softly: "The next thing I will tell my father, you must tell His Highness the Crown Prince verbatim."

Zhang Mingyue pursed her lips and nodded desperately.

The old man began to speak.

Pour out names.

"Yan Hongpan, head of the household department!"

"Qi Yan, deputy guard of the Demon Town Prison!"

"Hao Furen, Minister of the Ministry of Officials!"

"Xu Shao, director of the Ministry of Industry!"

"Fang Zhengqing, Inspector of Jining, Eastern Zhejiang Province!"

"Chi Mingzhou, Shaoqing of Taichang Temple!"

"You Prefecture Governor Shi Ye Zhengze!"

"Censor Tian Sheng, Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate!"

"Former Inspector Cheng Tai!"

"Member of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Liang Rui!"

As the old man spit out one name after another, his figure became more and more stooped.

Zhang Mingyue gradually went from crying silently to shaking her shoulders.

until weeping.

In the shadow, the shadow has complex eyes and leans slightly.

The Ouchi hidden guards were only responsible to Emperor Jing, but at this moment, their expressions became serious.

Bow slightly to show respect for the old man.

Because, this old man who has sheltered two dynasties and three generations started a political handover.

Every name he spit out represents the political accumulation of the old man in the past decades.

It also represents the absolute control of the five states and hundreds of states by the chief assistant of Dajing, who has been in charge of the government for more than [-] years.

It can be said that with one person, a century-old family can be raised.

But the old man has more than one person in his hands.

I don't know how long it has passed, he paused, and said slowly: "In addition to Mingzi [-], there is also Anzi Qiyi."

He turned around, looked down at Zhang Mingyue on the ground, and said indifferently: "Tell him, if you can catch these one hundred and nine capable ministers and officials, all of you secretly will bow their heads and bow their heads, and then Dajing will be at peace; If he can’t even catch it, then he is not qualified to sit in this world.”

Zhang Mingyue prostrated herself on the ground, tears streaming down her face.

The old man's eyes softened, showing a trace of compassion, and he waved his hand, "Go."

Shadows surged, escorting Zhang Mingyue, who was gritting her teeth, into the night.

At the same time, Guan Jiusi, who was standing with a sword in the mansion of the admonishing doctor, slowly opened his eyes.

The bright and melting moonlight of early spring shone down, and reflected on his slightly dark face through the window paper as thin as a gauze.

It seems a little cloudy and uncertain.

After a long time, his fluctuating expression began to calm down.

He murmured to himself, "The king repays me with a soldier of the country, and I serve the country with myself."

The tip of his sword lightly struck the stone slab, and an old servant bowed outside the door, "Da Lang."

Guan Jiusi said expressionlessly: "Tell the one in Xicheng that Miss Zhang is a friend of the nobleman."

The old man backed away silently.

After a long silence, he drew his sword and left.

"Heh, can Xiao Xiaoan mess with my Taikang?"

In Xicheng, a middle-aged man holding a feather fan scarf raised his head and raised his glass to invite the bright moon.

On the ground, Su Guitou cursed, "The guy surnamed Guan wouldn't have sold us, would he? It's been a month, and he hasn't even seen a ghost."

Zhuge Dan said leisurely: "If he betrayed, we would have died long ago."

Su Guitou thought so too.

Suddenly, slight footsteps sounded.

An old servant came and bowed respectfully.

Zhuge Dan smiled lightly, stood up and said, "Let's go, come to work."

On the west side of the imperial city, Guanzheng Square, Xiao Mansion.

Under the orange lanterns, the old and the young stood silently under the eaves.

The old man was about fifty years old, and his eyes were cold.

There seemed to be sarcasm in the deep eyes.

There is also a hint of complexity that cannot be concealed.

The young man has a handsome face and seems impatient.

After a little silence, the old man breathed out lightly.

Turn away.

"Go ahead."

The young man was overjoyed, and after bowing respectfully to the old man, he left in a hurry.

However, one after another secret order spread from the Xiao Mansion all over Taikang.
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In Wanning Palace, after the imperial case, the bead curtain shook and dinged.

A trace of gloom flashed across the lady's beautiful eyes, which disappeared in a flash.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and the little yellow gate, eunuchs of all sizes came in a hurry.

Kneeling down with a puff, "To the sage, let's take a look at him."

The lady interrupted coldly: "No need to say."

They immediately fell silent.

The noble lady's breath was gloomy and terrifying, with ups and downs.

After a long time, she slapped the case suddenly, raised her eyebrows, and said sharply: "Does his surname Zhang have to die before he is willing?"

"Ben Gong bears it again and again, and retreats again and again. Is it true that I don't dare to kill people?"

A clatter.

She suddenly pushed all the left and right memorials on the imperial case to the ground, and scattered them everywhere.

"If I hadn't worried about the turmoil between the government and the opposition, I would have slaughtered those disciples!"

Zhang Jiangling has been in charge of the government for [-] years, his disciples and old officials are all over Dajing, and many of them have reached the key positions of the military and government, so they should not be moved lightly.

That's all, the key is that this Zhang Shoufu is still a big player, especially good at making arrangements.

No one knows how many chess pieces he has, and no one knows how many hole cards he has in his hand.

During the two dynasties and three generations, the Shang Shuling alone sat for 20 years, let alone the political contacts in the Taizong period.

In the hundred years since the founding of Dajing, there are only two people who can "go up to the temple with a sword and pay homage without a name".

Even during the period of Taizu, the founding heroes did not enjoy it.

One can imagine how important this honor is.

No one knows exactly how many plans this old chief assistant of Dajing has made in the past forty years or so.

The noble lady knows most of them, so she is extremely afraid of them.

I'm afraid that the old man will go crazy.

But this time, she had no choice but to trade the master of the Qiongtian Pavilion for a 'peaceful handover'.

She was afraid that he would retaliate when he died.

Her face was changing, and under the light of flickering candles, this graceful and beautiful face gradually returned to calm.

"Go and see the Grand Master for a ride."

His Highness fell silent for a moment.

All the people lying on the ground trembled, their pupils widened subconsciously.

God, that has changed.

This night, Taikang City was restless.

There were commotion and roars from the Habayashi Army, the left and right imperial guards, the city defense battalion, and even the major government offices.

Blood stained Suzaku Avenue.

The next day, the Great Court Meeting.

A full third of the civil and military officials are missing.

Everyone was haggard and panicked.

Xiao Dang's arrogance was overwhelming, and everyone was happy.

Behind the emerald bead curtain, the lady looked at the princes in the hall.

The corners of his mouth curled up in a half-smile.

Like a monster.

Ting Yi:

An Guogong was in trouble and chaos, and he was arbitrarily seeking power to seek the country, bullying superiors and subordinates.

Dismiss the phase and deprive the honor of the grand master.

Execute, Yiqi clan.

(End of this chapter)