This person is indeed treacherous. When I handed over this memorial, I couldn't even explain it clearly.
Liu Lian gritted his teeth secretly.
"If you just rely on the salary given by the emperor, you will not be able to earn anything in your life. Do you want to be like your father and live in poverty all your life?" Zhu Wenzheng asked someone to bring a pen, ink, paper and inkstone. He took the pen himself, dipped it in ink and stretched it to Liu In front of Lian, "Write it. In fact, I can also stun you and directly press your fingerprints. But in the future, we will still be ministers of the same court, and I don't want to make it so ugly."
Liu Lian took a step back: "Bah, if I want to collude with you, I would rather die."
Zhu Wenzheng put down his pen: "I advise you to be smarter."
He clapped his hands, and several guards came up with torture instruments.
The spikes of the torture instrument were covered with dried blood and flesh, giving off a putrid smell.
Zhu Wenzheng smiled: "Why are you bothering? You are a scholar, you can withstand it for a few times, but you have to give in in the end. It is better to cooperate from the beginning and suffer less."
Liu Lian turned pale, stared at the instruments of torture, and said: "My lord, you must think clearly. I am an imperial envoy sent by the emperor. Originally, private mining of gold, silver, and copper mines was a trivial matter. If you set up a private court to harm the imperial officials, It's a serious crime. Does the prince think that the emperor will spare you this time? The emperor told me before he came out that he must find out. He also sent a pro-army captain to protect me. It seems that he has already been punished for what the prince has done. We understand it, and we must handle it strictly. It’s useless for you to make things difficult for minor officials, because you can’t hide it!!”
Zhu Wenzheng is now riding a tiger, and why is he willing to hand over all the white and golden gold to the state treasury?
He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't talk so much nonsense, just say whether you are willing or not."
That’s all.
Liu Lian raised his head and took a deep breath and said, "Let Wei Chen think about it again. Wei Chen wants to go to the toilet and has been holding himself in for a long time. He is a little anxious."
Zhu Wenzheng thought it was funny: "Go ahead."
You can't run away anyway.
He waved his hand to the two guards, motioning for them to follow.
Liu Lian arrived at the backyard and said to the people following him: "I am going to the toilet, do you all want to follow me?"
The people following him exchanged glances and stopped.
The wall here is ten feet high, and this powerless civil servant cannot fly out unless he grows wings.
Liu Lian entered the backyard and walked toward the toilet. After a few steps, he suddenly changed direction and headed straight for the well.
The two people were so frightened that they shouted: "Mr. Liu, what are you going to do?"
Pounce on them together.
Unfortunately, they are too far apart and beyond reach.
When they rushed to the well, Liu Lian jumped into the well without hesitation.
There was a "plop" and a huge splash of water.
The wellhead is narrow, deep and slippery.
The guard hurriedly threw down the bucket tied with a rope, stretched it in, and shouted: "Master Liu, grab the bucket quickly. We will pull you up."
Liu Lian resolutely pushed the bucket away, closed his eyes, and did not struggle.
Although his long cotton robe was worn and did not protect him from the wind, it was still extremely heavy after absorbing water.
His gray figure was dragged down quickly and quickly disappeared into the dark and cold well.
Zhu Wenzheng heard the noise in the backyard and was confused. He ran over to take a look and saw the two guards poking around in the well with poles. He asked doubtfully: "What are you doing?"
The two guards were shocked by Liu Lian's determination to die, and only then did they remember that they should ask for help. They cried loudly: "Master Liu would rather die than surrender and jumped into the well."
"We wanted to save him, but he wouldn't let us. Why didn't he let us save him?"
Zhu Wenzheng's hands and feet were cold and he shouted hysterically: "Quick, jump down and fish. If he dies, we will all die."
The guard took off his robe and jumped down. It took a long time to fish Liu Lian up and put him on the ground.
The guards surrounded him and wept.
They didn't even understand why they were so sad at this moment, even though they were used to seeing killing and death.
Liu Lian had long since lost his breath and was as pale as a jade sculpture.
He held his head high, his back straight, his brows furrowed, and his fists clenched, as if he was still protesting and condemning Zhu Wenzheng until the end.
Zhu Wenzheng's face was even uglier than Liu Lian's. He collapsed on the ground and murmured: "I'm dead, I'm dead. This time, I'm completely finished."
Suddenly it started to rain, pitter-pattering, as if crying.
After the pro-military captains woke up, they all cried bitterly. They bought a coffin, hastily buried Liu Lian, and sent it to heaven by ship.
The captain of the captain who traveled from then on reported to Lao Zhu what happened and what they found.
Lao Zhu was so angry that his forehead was smoking, and he was so angry that his silver teeth were broken into pieces. He slapped the table and kept shouting: "Catch that beast Zhu Wenzheng back for us. There is no such person in our Lao Zhu family."
Zhu Biao cried silently: Oh, what a fool. How can you be so strong?
Zhu Bai was also shocked: Lao Zhu didn’t make a mistake. Liu Lian is indeed loyal and capable.
It's a pity that the world has its way. God would not give this good minister a chance to display his ambition.
Lao Zhu asked someone to send Liu Lian's body back to Qingtian and wrote a handwritten letter explaining what happened.
Because Liu Bowen was pitiful for losing his eldest son, he no longer sent people to monitor him.
Liu Bowen held the coffin and cried bitterly. He almost fainted and did not eat or drink for several days.
What's the surprise?
Zhu Chongba must have ordered Zhu Wenzheng to kill my son in order to leave me without a successor.
Come on, come on.
I'll let you know what true cruelty is! !
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A month later, Zhu Wenzheng was escorted to the sky, kneeling on the floor of the imperial study room and trembling.
Lao Zhu gritted his teeth and asked: "Tell me, how did Liu Lian die? How dare you force him to death? Who gave you the courage!!"
Zhu Wenzheng stammered: "Uncle, don't listen to those people's nonsense. Liu Lian fell into the well and died because he was drunk."
Lao Zhu was so angry that he picked up the inkstone and was about to hit Zhu Wenzheng, but Zhu Biao stopped him.
"Father, he is my cousin after all. Your only nephew."
Lao Zhu slumped back and waved his hand feebly: "Lock him up. Don't let us see him again in this life."
Zhu Wenzheng was placed under complete house arrest and deprived of his title.
This time, he couldn't even leave the house.
Now it is really "the widow's son is dead", and there is no more thoughts.
His wife and children all blame Zhu Wenzheng for not being the king of Nanchang well and being a monster and doing so many things, so they naturally don't have a good look towards him.
But Zhu Wenzheng seemed not to notice this at all.
He looked like a ghost every day, wandering around the yard in his underwear, muttering: "How can there be such a person in this world? He would rather die than get gold and silver."
"I don't understand. I don't understand. Liu Lian, please come back and tell me clearly."
"Gold, lots of gold. Why don't you want it!?! Why can't I have it?!"
At night, she had nightmares and screamed: "Liu Lian, don't come over. You jumped into the well on your own and it's none of my business."
"I'll give you all the gold, I'll give it all to you. I don't want it anymore."
