"Your Majesty, Commander, here is the entire confession of the Japanese pirate leader Xu Hai!"
The figure who was responsible for interrogating Xu Hai knelt on the ground and presented the confession in his hands with both hands.
Lu Bing took the confession, glanced at it briefly, and nodded: "Well, you did a good job, go back and rest."
"My lord, I still have something to say to Xu Hai."
"If you have anything to say, say it now. Don't wait any longer." Lu Bing frowned, with a displeased look on his face.
He walked up to Xu Hai and whispered in his ear: "I'm lying to you. In fact, as early as last night, your family members hiding there were killed by the Jin Yiwei."
"After all, someone has to pay for the sins you have done. Thank me for letting your family reunite in advance. Do you think I am very kind?"
After Xu Hai heard the news, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he tried to break free like crazy, his eyes were red and his expression was crazy: "I'll kill you, I'll kill you, ah!"
"Your Excellency, this subordinate has finished speaking."
"Well, let's go." Lu Bing did not raise his head, focusing entirely on Xu Hai's confession.
After getting Xu Hai's confession, Jin Yiwei mobilized most of its strength to investigate one by one, follow the clues, and arrest a large number of officials. At first, there were still stubborn officials who wanted to refuse to admit it and deny it in every possible way. After trying Jin Yiwei's methods, they obediently Opened his mouth.
In order to win leniency and reduce punishment, the arrested officials began to bite each other. As a result, the truth of many old events also emerged. As a large number of officials were imprisoned, the entire government and the public were in turmoil, and almost everyone was in danger.
…
Forbidden City, Hall of Nourishing Heart.
Lu Fang knelt on the ground tremblingly and handed the memorial presented by Lu Bing, commander of the Imperial Guards, to the emperor.
Jiajing took the memorial from Lu Fang. It was densely packed with lists of convicted officials. After a cursory glance, he ordered: "Okay, that's about it! Let Lu Bing stop and let him be implicated any longer. It will cause chaos in both the government and the public."
"Your Majesty, your Majesty!" Lu Fang couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this. The purpose of his visit today was to advise the emperor to stop the imperial guards from getting involved. Now that the emperor had said it himself, he saved a lot of trouble.
"Your Majesty, Lu Bing encountered a difficult problem during the interrogation process, and it was difficult to decide for a while. Your Majesty, please..."
"Oh, what's the matter?" Jiajing couldn't help but feel curious after hearing this.
"Your Majesty, the problem Lu Bing mentioned is on the last page of the memorial."
Jiajing turned the memorial to the last page, and an unexpected name appeared: Zhao Wenhua.
Zhao Wenhua was a Jinshi in the eighth year of Jiajing reign, head of the Ministry of Punishment, and the adopted son of Yan Song. He also offered Baihua Xianjiu to his predecessor, saying it could prolong life and was favored by him.
"There will be a cabinet meeting later. Isn't this Zhao Wenhua the adopted son of Mr. Yan Ge? Let's leave this problem to him." Jiajing smiled, looking relaxed.
"What are you still doing? Let's go."
Lu Fang was stunned for a moment, and then followed Emperor Jiajing step by step. Lu Fang knew very well that this Zhao Wenhua was bound to die!
…
In the blink of an eye, Jiajing arrived at the cabinet. Before he entered the door, he heard a noise coming from inside.
"Bah, you treacherous person!"
"You are the traitor. Jin Yiwei has implicated so many people! If you continue this, there will be chaos in the government and the public."
"Hmph, it's just a good time to use the Jin Yiwei to organize the officials. These greedy officials would rather not have it!"
"you!"
Jiajing and Lu Fang slowly entered the cabinet. When the emperor came in, Yan Shifan and Gao Gong, who had been quarreling fiercely before, stopped talking. After glaring at each other, they saluted the emperor.
Immediately afterwards, Yan Song and Xu Jie, who were surrounded by old gods, and Zhang Juzheng, who was silent on the side, also saluted.
"Why don't you stop arguing? I just heard the two pavilion elders arguing very fiercely outside!"
Jiajing found a stool and sat down at random, looking at the two of them with a half-smile. Lu Fang stood beside him with no expression on his face.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Gao Gong and Yan Shifan knelt down to apologize.
"Okay, everyone, get up. I'm not here to punish you today, but I have a problem that I want you to help me solve."
"What kind of problem is it? Please tell me frankly, I will do my best!" Yan Song was the first to speak.
"Mr. Yan Ge's words deeply touched my heart. It just so happens that today's problem must be solved by Mr. Yan Ge." After Jiajing finished speaking, he handed over the memorial that Lu Bing had handed over to Yan Song.
Yan Song took the memorial, put on his reading glasses tremblingly, and opened the memorial. Yan Song looked at the list of convicted officials recorded in the memorial and was deeply puzzled.
"Your Majesty, what is this?"
"Turn to the last page." After Jiajing finished speaking, he pretended to pick up the teapot on the table and pour himself a cup of tea.
"Your Majesty, please forgive me!" Yan Song suddenly knelt down after turning to the last page of the memorial and seeing the familiar name on it.
"Mr. Yan Ge, please get up quickly. I told you that I am not here to punish you today! You figure out how to deal with it."
"Your Majesty, I am so ashamed! Since ancient times, I have not taught you anything. It is my father's fault, my teaching is not strict, and my teachers are lazy! When I first served as a priest of Chinese culture, he recognized me as his foster father. I, Yan Song, am both his foster father and my father. He is half a teacher, and now he has violated the laws of the court, how can I stay out of it?"
"Your Majesty, Yan Song, please punish me!" Yan Song knelt on the ground with a sad expression.
"Mr. Yan Ge, please wake up quickly. The right way is to know the person, the face, but not the heart. Even Zhuge Kongming wrongly used Ma Su, so what does it matter if you wrongly use Zhao Wenhua?"
Jiajing lifted Yan Song up from the ground and continued to add: "If you know your mistakes and you can correct them, there is no greater good! It's not terrible to make mistakes. The terrible thing is that you can't get up after a fall. If you are timid, I still need your support in the Ming Dynasty, Mr. Yan Ge."
"What your Majesty just said, I will never forget!" Yan Song sat back tremblingly and covered his face with his sleeves.
"I ask your Majesty to hand this animal over to me. After all, Wei Chen is his adoptive father. Since I was the cause of the disaster, I should take care of it."
"I'm sure." Jiajing put down the tea cup in his hand and glanced at the cabinet ministers.
"I suddenly remembered something else, so I won't disturb you all." After Jiajing finished speaking, he took Lu Fang out of the cabinet.
"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot to tell you! This matter is over here, and the Jin Yiwei side will not be involved again, so you can rest assured."
Just as Emperor Jiajing was about to walk out of the cabinet, he paused and reminded him in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, Holy Might!"
Behind Jiajing, all the cabinet ministers knelt down and saluted.
…
After the cabinet meeting ended, Yan Song and Yan Shifan, father and son, walked side by side.
Yan Song walked very slowly, with a sullen face and frowned, as if he was thinking about something.
"Father, would you like..." After Yan Shifan finished speaking, he made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"No, what happened today is obviously that the emperor wants to get me out of this quagmire. Do you know what the consequences will be if that memorial falls into Qingliu's hands?"
Yan Shifan tried to think of it and couldn't help but shuddered.
"As long as everything is done according to the laws of the Ming Dynasty, Zhao Wenhua is dead, so let him stop talking!"
After Yan Song finished speaking, his pace suddenly quickened and he walked to the front.
"Yes, father."
Yan Shifan nodded, wanting to follow in his father's footsteps.
"You have to remember that in our Ming Dynasty, there is only one person who can call the shots, and that is the emperor!" Before getting on the sedan, Yan Song stopped, stared into his son's eyes, and warned.
"yes!"
