"If you encounter this person in the future, you must be careful not to fall into trouble."
Zhou Yi had a vague hunch that Yang Zheng was ambitious and what he wanted might be similar to Northern Xinjiang.
The big shots in Shenjing are all paying attention to the palace, the victory or defeat between the Zhengtong Emperor and Empress Dowager Zhang, and no one cares about the middle and lower-level officials, or the gangs, gangs, and gambling stalls.
One day, something unexpected happens in Shenjing, and there is not much Yang Zheng can do.
"My lord, Yang Zheng's mother is just a maid, not even a concubine. She has a low status in the Yang family."
Yuan Shun frowned slightly and said solemnly: "The aristocratic family has strict rules for inheriting poems and books. It is most taboo for the following to commit crimes. How can he be allowed to overtake his legitimate son?"
"The so-called elders, younger ones, concubines, superiors and inferiors, etc., are the techniques for ruling the clan and fooling the people. You can abide by them but you can't be trapped by them."
Zhou Yi shook his head and said: "These aristocratic families are the most realistic. As long as Yang Zheng can continue to win and grow and bring benefits to the family, the Yang family will continue to support him."
Starting from Tianlao, Yang Zheng gathered a large number of middle and lower-level officials through continuous interests.
This process is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger through the continuous adhesion of various interests.
As the snowball rolls, those who come first get the benefits and are unwilling, unable, and dare not go down. Those who come late envy the first comers and want the snowball to continue rolling.
Eventually, it will either trigger an avalanche or pile up into a mountain.
Zhou Yi waved his hand to stop Yuan Shun's questioning and no longer discussed Yang Zheng's matter. This person may succeed or fail, but he is nothing more than a hundred years of smoke.
"Prisoners in the Underground Prison, how is the investigation going?"
Yuan Shun bowed and said: "My lord, the dungeon is controlled by successive commanders, and the food delivery people are all illiterate and deaf-mute people. After a humble investigation for a long time, I only know that the people inside are still alive, and they are about eighty or ninety years old."
Zhou Yi asked again: "Has the royal family paid attention to this person?"
"Decades have passed, and no one should have cared about it. In his later years, Emperor Chongming went crazy cultivating immortals and cultivating demons. Many monks, Taoists and sorcerers were imprisoned in the imperial prison."
Yuan Shun replied: "According to my inspection of the Jinyiwei Zong's archives, Emperor Chongming left an edict saying that this person had committed a heinous crime and must be imprisoned until death. Now the commander is just following the old rules in detaining this person."
"interesting."
Zhou Yi's eyes flashed and he left Yuan Mansion in a flash.
…
Sixteen years of orthodoxy.
September.
Caishikou execution ground.
Thousands of prisoners knelt in order, and their cries, shouts of injustice, and begging for mercy drowned out the comments of the people watching.
The big shot who used to be aloof and aloof was now disheveled and crying.
The young ones are not sensible yet, they just feel that it is warmer outside than Tianlao, there are many people and it is lively, and they call out to their parents in a daze.
Zhou Yi stood in the crowd with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression indifferent.
The man in Feiyu suit on the side, holding the embroidered spring knife in his arms, pushed Zhou Yi.
"Old Mr. Zheng, you have never enjoyed the pleasure of a woman in your life. I will take you to Jiaofangsi tomorrow. There are two to three thousand members of the Zhang family. There are many beauties in the family. In the past, we were not even qualified to take a look!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?"
Zhou Yi turned his head with a confused look on his face, made a buzzing sound in his mouth, and pointed to his ear.
"Lao Yu, what are you talking about with Lao Zheng? At such an old age, deaf and mute, you might not even know the difference between men and women!"
The Jin Yiwei's words made his colleagues laugh.
While talking.
It's three quarters past noon.
Yang Zheng, the supervising beheading officer, loudly read out the twelve major sins of the Zhang family, such as treason, immorality, disrespect, civil strife, etc., and put down a sign with the word beheading.
"Execution!"
Click! Click! Click...
Thousands of people were beheaded, and even the executioners in Shenjing were not enough. On average, one person had to cut off more than a dozen heads.
As a result, blood continued to spurt out on the execution ground, just like setting off fireworks. Every time something could spray out ten feet away, it would attract bursts of cheers from the people.
The people don't care what crimes the Zhang family has committed, as long as they chop off the heads of high-ranking officials, they will definitely be happy!
At the end of the execution.
The entire vegetable market entrance was dyed red, and there was no place to stay. Blood would stick to the soles of your shoes when you stepped on them.
"Let's go have a drink at Chunfeng Tower!"
Lao Yu waved his hand, and a dozen people left in a hurry.
Both the common people and the officials hurriedly gave way when they met him on the road. After two generations of emperors relying on him, the power of the Jin Yiwei was only stronger than that of Taizu.
The leader of Shenjing Goulan is Happy Forest.
Chunfeng Tower has long lost its former glory. There are only a few guests here, and they don’t look like high-profile guests by their clothes.
Now for three consecutive years, no oiran election has been held.
Happy Forest has taken control of the human trafficking in Yaxing and intercepted the most qualified girls from the source. Chunfeng Tower's selection of oiran at this time can only make people laugh.
Lao Yu brought his colleagues to Chunfeng Tower because Yuan Shun, the commander of the Jinyi Guards, bluntly said that he didn't like Happy Forest.
The people from Jinyiwei only come to Chunfeng Tower.
In the private room.
Zhou Yi sat at the bottom, immersed in eating and drinking, and did not talk to his colleagues.
Others don't care. "Old Zhengtou" is deaf and mute, and has difficulty communicating. Just because he is under the direct command of the commander, everyone can't treat him badly.
After the food was over and the wine was half full, everyone began to talk slowly.
Lao Yu clicked his tongue and said: "Today is an eye-opener. The Queen Mother has been mourning for a year, and the current mother clan has lost its bloodline."
The Zhengtong Emperor ordered the execution of the nine Zhang family clans, which shocked the government and the public. Many old officials of the late emperor knelt down to beg for mercy.
The first assistant wrote a letter to Sudu to persuade him to kill the nine clans of his birth mother. This move hindered His Majesty's sage.
The result is as seen today. The orthodox imperial power overcame all opinions and ordered Yang Zheng, who had made great achievements in wiping out the "Zhang Party", to be the supervisor and beheading officer. The men of the Zhang family and his party members were all executed, and the women were appointed to the Jiaofang Division.
The Zhang family, which was famous for four dynasties, has since disappeared.
"Your Majesty has suffered for fifteen years since he ascended the throne. Who else can't be cruel?"
The Jin Yiwei at the side said: "The Zhang family has been prosperous for too long and acted too arrogantly. It is said that shortly after the Queen Mother's funeral, Zhang Heng sent someone to tell His Majesty that the appointment and dismissal of officials in the court must be discussed with him first."
Colleagues were horrified: "Is there still such a thing?"
Zhang Heng is the head of the Zhang family, the biological brother of Empress Dowager Zhang, and the biological uncle of the Zhengtong Emperor.
"Why is there no Zhang Heng in the execution today?"
The Jin Yiwei said: "Commander Yuan invited Dr. Ge to hang himself with ginseng and golden needles, and Liu Laodao personally cut Chi Chi. He made a total of ten thousand cuts, which is called Thousand Cuts!"
"hiss!"
Everyone took a breath of air-conditioning, and then praised His Majesty for his wisdom, saying that Zhang's party should be punished for causing chaos in the country.
The Jin Yiwei are the emperor's personal soldiers, and the current commander Yuan Shun is a die-hard member of the orthodox emperor and has no good impression of Zhang Dang.
Let's have a feast.
Lao Yu and others led the girl upstairs, and Zhou Yi waved goodbye with a whimpering voice.
All the way back home.
The private courtyard in Dehuaifang has a few trees planted in a mess at the entrance, but they cover the courtyard tightly.
Zhou Yi has been studying the formation path for more than ten years and has gained some insights.
Objects can be placed according to special rules, or to make people lose their sense of direction, or to cover their sight, or to make the room more ventilated, slightly speeding up the efficiency of practice.
The next day.
Zhou Yi came to Zhao Prison early and went to the kitchen to get a food box.
The imperial prison was groggy and gloomy.
Even on a hot summer day, you can feel the chill inside the station.
If the cruelty of the Heavenly Prison is one, the cruelty of the Imperial Prison is at least ten. There are countless ghosts floating in all directions.
Zhou Yi carries the food box and greets people he meets.
Seeing the Jin Yiwei interrogating the prisoners, he stared at them without any interest, and went directly to the deepest part of the prison.
When the Jin Yiwei on duty saw Zhou Yi coming, they opened the iron lock silently. The four of them worked together to lift the stainless steel cover, revealing the dark downward corridor.
Zhou Yi got in familiarly, stepped on the bluestone stairs, and arrived at the second underground floor of the imperial prison.
All the way to the bottom of the cave, I saw a large iron cage made of fine steel.
Bronze lamps with animal heads were hung on the four walls. Through the weak light, the figures sitting cross-legged in the cage could be vaguely seen.
He has white hair, a three-foot-long beard, and most of his Taoist robes are torn.
