Chapter 219: Common people? They will never die! (Subscribe)
That night.

It is already late autumn in the capital and winter is about to begin.

The temperature at night is getting colder.

In the study of Yan Mansion.

But it always maintains a suitable temperature.

The candlelight is bright.

Yan Song stood in front of the desk with a pen in hand.

Yan Shaoting was grinding ink on the side.

"Grandpa, Mo is fine."

After Yan Shaoting reminded him, Yan Song picked up his writing brush, dipped it in ink, and looked carefully at the thirty-year-old tangerine peel rice paper spread on the desk.

A few moments.

Send your arms forward.

Press your wrists down.

Yan Shaoting leaned over to look.

A huge ink word has been left on the paper.

Yan Shaoting frowned and looked at Old Yan.

"Tolerate?"

Yan Song put down the ink pen in his hand, picked up the wet Songjiang cotton towel beside him, wiped his hands and walked towards the tea table.

After sitting down.

Yan Song explained as he made tea, "A little impatience can ruin a big plan. Your Majesty, do you really not want to kill Xu Jie this time?"

Yan Shaoting took another look at the word "忍" on the desk, then walked to the tea table and sat opposite Old Yan.

At this time, Yan Song had already made tea and poured a cup in front of his eldest grandson.

He said to himself: "Your Majesty wants to kill Xu Jie and Xu Fan today more than anyone else, and confiscate their property to offset the national treasury and the inner treasury. But our Majesty has been the emperor for forty years. Can he really be so reckless as to kill Xu Jie and his son?"

Yan Shaoting lowered his head and took a sip of tea.

After all, Old Yan has lived a long time and has a lot of experience.

Same tea.

The taste of the tea brewed here is just better than the one you brew yourself.

He nodded and said, "That's right. When my grandson was summoned back to the Wanshou Palace alone today, he didn't dare take the opportunity to impeach the Xu family."

Yan Song hummed, "It's better that you didn't do it. If you really impeach Xu Jie at that time by using Xu Fan's corruption, His Majesty will only think that you are adding insult to injury. All the things you did in the past were just superficial efforts, and you are a hypocritical person."

Yan Shaoting snorted coldly: "Our Majesty is really tolerant, but my grandson is still a little unwilling to let the Xu family get away with it so easily."

"Pass?"

Yan Song looked up at his eldest grandson and a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Yan Shaoting frowned and said, "My grandson is thinking that the emperor may have done this in order to leave the Xu family to the new emperor in the new dynasty. This is just a passing test for now. After all, who can predict what will happen in the future?"

It's hard to say.

Look at the Yan family now.

The Yan family, loyal to the emperor and patriotic, has stood up!

Yan Song, however, looked at his eldest grandson, who was deep in thought and looked unwilling, and a smile appeared on his face.

“Don’t dwell on the success or failure of the moment.”

"Who in the court has never experienced ups and downs?"

"Compared to the little grievance your majesty has endured today, the new emperor is the most important."

"Otherwise, our Majesty would not be him anymore."

After simply comforting his eldest grandson, Yan Song felt that based on his grandson's understanding, he would be able to figure things out.

So Yan Song changed the subject and continued, "As for what you said about passing the test, it is too early to talk about it now. Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven after all, and is above all others.

“When the emperor gets angry, there will be thousands of corpses scattered across the land.

"Your Majesty must be given a chance to kill them completely.

Xu Jie probably doesn't know that Xu Fan is so greedy now. With this money, do you think Xu Fan's heart can still be filled?"

Yan Shaoting's eyes lit up: "What does grandpa mean?"

Yan Song smiled slightly and said, "Just wait."

"Just wait and see, in this great Ming Dynasty where you finish your performance and I take the stage, who can sing the show to the end?"

In the study.

There was only Yan Song's low but wise voice.

suddenly.

A gust of cold wind blew in from the gap.

The candlelight flickered.

"Snowing!"

"Very big snow!"

Outside the study.

The servants of Yan's mansion suddenly shouted that it was snowing.

inside the house.

Yan Song looked up at the window that was blown open by the wind, and saw heavy snow flakes falling from the sky.

He turned to look at his eldest grandson in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Look."

"Your student is right."

"It's snowing. This year, there will probably be a heavy snowstorm..."

Yan Shaoting had already stood up, walked to the door, opened it and rushed out.

outside.

Snow fell all over the sky.

Earlier than any previous year.

……

The heavy snow in the autumn and winter of the 40th year of the Jiajing reign came too suddenly and was too contrary to the rules of previous seasons.

People don't know yet.

What consequences will this year's snow bring?

And in Xijiangmixiang.

A figure, wearing a bamboo hat, walked into the Jinyiwei back street in the north.

After arriving at the Jinyiwei Yamen.

Lu Yi knocked on the door.

Someone opened the door from the inside.

"I am the assistant."

Lu Yi nodded and continued to walk towards the interior of the Jinyiwei.

Not long after.

He appeared in the imperial prison.

Walk in one by one.

Waited to the deepest point.

Lu Yi paused.

Outside the innermost cell, someone had actually arrived first.

When the man heard the footsteps, he also looked back.

After recognizing Lu Yi, he was not surprised and continued to stare at the cell.

In the cell.

Yan Maoqing, the former Left Vice-Minister of the Censorate, was now imprisoned with disheveled hair and shackles on his hands and feet.

When I saw the two people standing outside.

Yan Maoqing rushed up immediately.

Clattering.

The shackles made a pleasant sound.

"I am innocent!"

"I am not wrong!"

"I want to see your majesty!"

"Book……"

Snapped!
An officer from the Imperial Prison had already used a wooden board to hit Yan Maoqing hard on the back of his hand as he was holding the fence.

moment.

The entire back of my hand turned red.

Yan Maoqing screamed in pain, his body bent like a shrimp ball, his hands stuffed under his crotch, his face covered in sweat.

Yan Maoqing took two steps back.

He looked at Lu Yi and the person who arrived first. "I want to see His Majesty!"

"I have shed blood for the court!"

"I have borne the infamy for the court!"

"I am not wrong! I am not guilty!"

"..."

The man looked back at Lu Yi, and the two looked at each other in silence, but waved at the same time.

The people from the Jinyiwei Imperial Prison immediately opened the cell door, rushed in and arrested the terrified Yan Maoqing.

"What are you going to do!"

"I am an imperial envoy! I have not yet reported to the emperor! I am still an imperial envoy of the court!"

"What do you want?"

However, no matter how Yan Maoqing shouted, no one said a word.

Several officers and soldiers dragged Yan Maoqing past Lu Yi.

Lu Yi and the man looked at each other, and the two of them followed silently and walked out of the imperial prison cell.

Got outside.

It was the kind of imperial prison yard with locust trees.

Yan Maoqing couldn't help but tremble all over.

It's really too cold outside.

And he didn't even have a pair of boots, let alone any thick clothes.

Lu Yi coughed lightly, folded his arms, and leaned against the wall that was sheltered by the eaves.

Several officers and soldiers immediately surrounded Yan Maoqing.

It's easy.

Yan Maoqing was stripped down to only a pair of pants protecting his crotch.

The wind was biting cold and the snow was falling heavily.

Yan Maoqing shouted: "What are you going to do?"

No one answered his question, and no one spoke a word.

Yan Maoqing finally panicked.

He wanted to escape, but there were Jinyiwei people everywhere.

puff.

at last.

Yan Maoqing knelt on the ground trembling all over, looking at Lu Yi and the man with fear and horror on his face.

"Shangguan!"

"Two superiors!"

"Let me go! Let me go..."

"I have money and women!"

"Several million taels of silver, and many women, all virgins."

"As long as the two superiors can let me go, everything will belong to you..."

Lu Yi couldn't help but frown and pushed the hat on his head slightly forward.

The person standing on the other side opposite him was looking sideways at the dark sky.

There was a bang.

When the two of them looked towards the yard again.

Yan Maoqing was already lying in the snow, motionless.

snow.

It's raining little by little.

Soon, a thick layer had accumulated on the ground.

A cold wind blew.

Blow up the top layer of snow.

I don’t know how much time passed.

An officer of the Imperial Guard stepped forward and poked Yan Maoqing, who was lying naked on the ground, with his scabbard.

Then he nodded to the people around him.

Subsequently.

Yan Maoqing, who had been frozen stiff, was dragged back to the imperial prison cell by officers and soldiers.

Not long after.

There was a sound coming from the cell.

"Urgent report!"

"The offender, the Left Vice-Chief Censor of the Censorate, Yan Maoqing, accidentally froze to death in his cell in the Imperial Prison."

"Inform all superiors immediately!"

The sound reached the yard outside where the locust tree grew.

Here.

There is no one living here anymore.

A few shallow footprints disappeared completely under the blowing of the wind.

……

The snow in the capital.

Since it started, it has not stopped for several days.

The trade routes were interrupted and the roads were deserted.

In the direction of the capital, the cabinet has asked the emperor for permission to dispatch troops from the Beijing camp to clear the roads connecting the capital in all directions.

Especially the rivers and official roads connecting to the south.

The snow came too suddenly.

To the extent that many people had not noticed that the director of the Imperial Observatory, Zhou Yunyi, had already submitted a memorial.

Then the censors began to impeach the six ministries and five temples for dereliction of duty.

Then news came out that the Left Vice-Minister of the Censorate had frozen to death in the imperial prison.

The court was in chaos.

In Miyun, 120 miles away from the capital.

The snow was deeper, reaching above the knees.

On a high slope sheltered from the wind, Xu Fan was wearing a thick official robe and a rare plush cloak on the outside.

He was accompanied by several officials and local gentry from Miyun.

"Fu Zun!"

"We can't keep doing this!"

The magistrate of Miyun County shouted at the top of his voice in the cold wind.

Xu Fan frowned slightly and glanced at the other person, hoping that the other person would know what to do and shut up.

But the magistrate of Miyun County couldn't bear it, and was more worried and afraid.

"Your Excellency! Thirty-two people have already fallen last night alone!"

"I got frozen in the night and never woke up again."

"Since dawn today, another 17 people have fallen."

"If you continue like this, who knows how many people will die, Lord Fu!"

However, Xu Fan glared at the Miyun County Magistrate with a gloomy look.

Look back.

He looked down the slope ahead, where they were sealing the mountain pass and building a reservoir that would be filled with water in the spring of next year.

A large group of Miyun people, under the supervision of the government, wearing tattered clothes, carried bricks, stones and sandbags from various places to the mountain pass like ants in the heavy snow.

The Magistrate of Miyun County was also looking at this side.

At the mountain pass.

From time to time, people carrying bricks, stones and sandbags fell down and were buried in the snow.

The Miyun County Magistrate's legs began to tremble.

He trembled all over and said, "Master Fu..."

"Shut up!"

Xu Fan turned around and glared at the Miyun County Magistrate with a ferocious expression.

His eyes were full of indifference.

"People?"

"Never ending up dead!"

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