Chapter 2120 Zhu Yong Killed Someone
Fang Xing still didn't believe it.
Standing on the long street, looking at the imperial city in front of him, Fang Xing suddenly smiled.
Why bother with this?
No matter what their purpose was, the feudal kings could no longer be stopped, otherwise Zhu Gaoxu would dare to go to Qianqing Palace.
"Xing Hebo, whose fault is it?"
A question came from behind.
Fang Xing thought about it seriously and said, "No one is wrong. The wrong thing is this time."
"when?"
"Yes, at this time, many people think that all this is a matter of course. Not giving is a problem. Not giving is a problem, a big problem."
Fang Xing turned around, looked at Shen Yang and asked, "Who can't hold on anymore?"
"A lot of business in Duke Dingguo's house has been interrupted..."
"Isn't it possible that he would give in like this and not take action?"
"Also...why do I feel that many things recently are just smoke and mirrors? I don't bother to ask. It's just that Duke Dingguo cannot retreat. He has no way out."
Shen Yang nodded and said with some regret: "The news just came... someone died."
Fang Xing's heart skipped a beat and he asked, "Where? How many people are there?"
"Deping, more than a hundred people were killed or injured."
"Why do you do it?"
Fang Xing asked rudely.
Shen Yang said with an ugly face: "A group of scholars wanted to enter the capital. Duke Cheng was afraid that they would come to the capital to cause trouble, so he had people stop them. As a result..."
Fang Xing felt his heart sinking, "There must be someone secretly bewitching him, but have you caught him?"
No matter how stupid Zhu Yong was, he would never go on a killing spree, so Fang Xing concluded that there was someone planning this.
"Someone accidentally killed the leading scholar with an arrow, and then a conflict broke out. I couldn't stop it! It is said that corpses were everywhere at that time. How miserable!"
Shen Yang couldn't help but shudder as he imagined the scene at that time.
This is not because he is timid, he has seen worse scenes, but those are Daming’s enemies and opponents!
"Unable to hold back, those scholars rushed over... Maybe the person who was shot had a high prestige, so they went crazy and actually attacked the military formation and then took action... You know, at that time, the blood was flowing, and no one called out. Evacuate, so..."
This is not the end of the Ming Dynasty. There are many bloody and brave men in the army. Strong men should not be humiliated, otherwise it will be ordinary for blood to be splashed three feet.
But what about Zhu Yong?
"Dong Guo was not around at the time...Xinghe Bo, what is your Majesty's intention..."
…
Most of the day later, before it got dark, the news finally came out.
Zhu Yong killed someone!
And these scholars just wanted to hold a poetry party.
The news spread rapidly at a speed that no one expected.
The capital was the first to bear the brunt. After receiving the news, some people were knocking on the door outside the imperial city, but they were knocked unconscious by the sergeant guarding the imperial city with a scabbard and then thrown outside.
This wind must not rise!
Zhu Zhanji responded in time, and the capital's alert level was immediately raised to a higher level, with many more sergeants patrolling.
"Until the investigation is clear, no, there is nothing to investigate, this matter... suppress it!"
Zhu Zhanji didn't even think about punishing Zhu Yong. He was just messing up his position and destroying his morale.
"Dongchang and Jinyiwei went down to investigate and find out the ins and outs of this matter. I don't believe it..."
Zhu Zhanji felt that the whole thing was a conspiracy. He sneered and said, "I don't believe there are things in this world that I can't find!"
People from Dongchang and Jinyiwei mobilized in full force, and the capital was silent for a while.
Fang Xing was very pleased, he felt that this matter would be an opportunity.
"There has never been any fierce resistance to the investigation. I thought that the gentry in the north had become timid, but who knew that it broke out at Zhu Yong's place..."
Fang Xing felt that the world was a bit reversed.
In his opinion, Zhu Yong is someone Confucianism can win over, so he should get closer to him. And he is a sworn enemy, so of course he must take the blame for anything.
Huang Zhong felt that his boss was a little confused and his thoughts were stuck in one place.
"Uncle, they are no easier than you!"
"Cheng Guogong is now quite famous in Shandong.
The reputation of killing and arresting people is no longer what it used to be. "
Fang Xing nodded and laughed at himself: "I always feel that they will not really become opponents, so it is inevitable that they will make mistakes. What is Zhu Yong this time? There are too many words about the petition, and they have become mortal enemies."
Huang Zhong felt that Fang Xing had gone too far.
If he hadn't gone to Yanzhou to force Zhu Yong at that time, Zhu Yong would only act slowly, which would not be like the lightning and thunder style later.
Fang Xing was going to ask Zhang Fu about this. He felt that Zhu Yong would have a close connection with Zhang Fu.
"I want to leave immediately..."
…
The autumn wind makes people have headaches, but the capital is still safe.
An Lun got up and took a shower.
His current status is unusual, and he can occasionally live outside the palace.
His house is neither luxurious nor big.
In the horse pen, the war horse shook its head and neighed, looking extremely happy.
One of its front legs has been clamped. The medicine is the best medicine, but it cannot fall to the ground. It is a little tired to support it on three legs.
"Lean over here."
Genius Ma Ma Liang, An Lun patted the shelf on the side of the horse pen, the war horse slowly moved over on three legs, and then leaned his body on the shelf,
An Lun took out a brush and brushed it, muttering to himself while brushing.
"...I can't give you a bath, so just bear with it, and we'll talk about it later..."
"...Don't make a fuss when changing the dressing. Just wait..."
An Lun paused and sighed, "They said you can't lead anyone anymore, and you can't run anymore. Tell me, can you?"
The warhorse shook its head and licked An Lun's face with its big tongue.
An Lun didn't dodge, but just smiled and touched its face.
The man and the horse spent a quarter of an hour together in the morning light. An Lun asked the servants at home to take care of the horse, and then went out to the government office.
The sun hadn't risen yet, and the waning moon was still hanging in the sky, illuminating the cold and deserted city of Beiping.
An Lun smelled the smell of broth and pancakes.
He sniffed, pointed to the stall on the right and said, "I want some pot stickers, I'll heat them up for lunch."
The attendant went over and shouted, "Get a few dozen pot stickers, wrap them up."
The pot sticker business was a young girl. She was frightened by the attendant's tone, then looked up at An Lun, who had no expression on his face, and cried, "No money, no money..."
The attendant cursed, "Who doesn't want to pay? Hurry up and make it!"
As he said that, he took out the copper coins and boasted proudly, "Make it well, and come back tomorrow morning if it's delicious."
The girl was ordinary in appearance. She glanced at the copper coins, nodded timidly, and then quickly turned over the half-cooked pot of pot stickers.
The fragrance emanated, and the attendant looked at the girl's chest that trembled slightly with the movement, and couldn't help sniffing, a little restless.
When the pot stickers were ready, the attendant touched the girl's little hand when he gave the money, and turned back proudly amid the girl's exclamation.
An Lun, who was guarded by two guards, still had a blank expression on his face.
After arriving at the East Factory, An Lun entered the room. His attendants were boasting to others about how good the figure of the girl selling pot stickers was, and how... rough her hands were, and what a pity it was.
"Duke Cheng has returned to Beijing!"