"What's weird?"
"Mr. Sun Ge, I always feel that Your Majesty should have known about the Eight Great Locust Merchants' liaison with Jiannu and the Mongolian tribes for a long time?"
"How can I see it?"
"After Your Majesty leaves Xuanfu, your next stop should be Datong.
But after leaving Xuanfu, he led the cavalry straight to Taiyuan City and passed through Datong without entering. This shows that His Majesty's purpose is very clear. "
Li Biao put down his tea cup: "After arriving at Taiyuan City, the city gate was immediately sealed, and the action of arresting the eight families was too fast.
If I hadn’t found the information before, I wouldn’t have been able to do this! "
"Our cabinet and the Sixth Ministry have no news about such a shocking case.
The letter said that eight major Shanxi merchants were passing on information, but the letter sent back did not contain any description of the intelligence. Is there someone else in this intelligence line, or..."
"Don't guess. Since His Majesty didn't say anything, he naturally has other considerations. Let's not worry about it!"
Before Li Biao could say anything, he was interrupted by Sun Chengzong.
It's better if everyone knows this kind of thing in their hearts. If you say it out loud, things can easily go wrong.
Wouldn't it be better to have someone handle it?
In the Dongchang, after reading the secret letter, Cao Huachun summoned his confidants to make arrangements, and dozens of Dongchang fans secretly left the capital.
Then the printing plant of Daming Daily under the jurisdiction of Dongchang started working with all its strength.
Early the next morning, countless people in the capital were eagerly waiting for the arrival of the Tomorrow Daily as scheduled.
When the urgent report came back yesterday, although they were curious about what happened, they did not inquire.
Firstly, I don’t dare. Secondly, if it can be released, then the Ming Dynasty Daily will definitely publish it.
This is the conclusion drawn from countless incidents.
Sure enough, Daming Daily lived up to their expectations and published the latest news.
It's just that this news makes them a little uncomfortable.
Eight merchants in Shanxi had liaisons with Jiannu and Mongolian tribes, selling grain and grass, salt, tea and iron, as well as firearms and passing on information!
The most terrifying thing is that even King Jin participated.
For a time, the entire capital was boiling.
"It's really sad. Our own people actually help the enemy to kill our own people. How shameless!"
"Is this punishment too light? Only the entire three clans and the direct descendants of the nine clans were killed. The rest was just a review and ten years of hard labor. What a woman's kindness!
Cutting down the weeds without eradicating the roots, they will grow again with the spring breeze. Your Majesty is really... ugh! "
"What do you know? That's 20,000 people, not 20,000 pigs. I only have so many people in Ming Dynasty. Wouldn't it be better to send them to mine?"
"That is, how can the common people like us understand His Majesty's foresight? We only see one-third of an acre of land in front of us, while Your Majesty sees the entire Ming Dynasty. Of course, the country is the most important thing and the Tian family is selfless!"
“Besides, wasn’t the death of the head of the Eighth Family cruel?
How cruel it is for my son to choose the way to die for me and to watch him die with his own eyes. Whoever wants to cause trouble in the future must think about the consequences. "
"Damn it, just burn it with a fire, otherwise I will dig up their graves, dig them out, chop them into pieces and feed them to the dogs!"
"What you said, do you dare to feed it to a dog?"
"Prince Jin committed suicide? He really gave them an advantage, so he should be whipped!"
"Yes, His Majesty is actually buried next to King Jin's cemetery. I don't understand what your Majesty is thinking? Is it because we are a family..."
"Just shut up, royal matters are not something we can discuss!"
"Hahaha, checking Jiannu's supply line is equivalent to breaking one of Jiannu's arms. Jiannu's destruction is just around the corner!"
…
As news spread from the Ming Dynasty Daily and the imperial court's official reports, the affairs of the Eight Locust Merchants and the Prince of Jin's Palace spread at an alarming speed.
All parties who heard the news were shocked and had trouble sleeping or eating.
In the Chengyun Hall of Prince Fu's Mansion in Luoyang, Henan, Prince Fu Zhu Changxun looked at the newspaper sent by Chen Chang'an, the left chief of the palace, and Xue Minghai, the right chief, with a complicated expression.
Shock, confusion, anger, panic, exclamation, etc. alternated in turns.
After a while, King Fu calmed down and said calmly: "Go back and do whatever you need to do!"
"Your Majesty, this matter..."
"Can we make a decision? Since we can't, if there is anything else to think about, just go back. I have my own plans!"
After hearing what King Fu said, the two could only bow and leave.
Watching the two people leaving, King Fu walked out of Chengyun Hall, with his hands behind his back, looking in the direction of Beijing without saying a word for a long time.
I don't know how long it took, but after muttering to myself, 'It's time to make a decision,' I slowly left the Chengyun Hall.
It's just that the back looks a little lonely.
When the other kings and clans received the news, in addition to deep fear, they were even more angry.
Although they bullied the city and ran rampant in the countryside, they were definitely not traitors, but what King Jin did was despised by them.
When the Ming Dynasty died, these vassal kings were probably the first to be executed.
How could they not be angry when their glory, wealth, luxury, and gentleness were far away from them.
At this moment, they actually felt a sense of gratitude towards this new emperor whom they had never met before.
But what’s more, there is fear. Half a year after the new emperor came to the throne, the first and second vassal kings of the Ming Dynasty were killed. Will they be next?
It seems that King Qin and King Jin took the initiative to cause trouble, but if you think about it carefully, is it difficult to find such an excuse?
Who will be next?
At this moment, all the feudal kings were in panic and confusion.
In Ningyuan City, Liaodong, the Governor's Mansion of Jiliao, Yuan Chonghuan, the Governor of Jiliao, and the generals of the Guanning Defense Line gathered together.
Everyone who read the Di newspaper had extremely angry faces, glares, and murderous intent on their bodies.
"Your Majesty is so merciful, how can you treat the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who died on our front lines? They are human beings, but our soldiers are not human beings?"
"Master Supervisor, please write to Your Majesty that all the nine tribes of the eight major locust merchants must be executed.
Even if they are not executed, they must be mobilized to the front line so that they can see how much suffering we have suffered and how much land has been invaded because of them! "
"Master Supervisor, I agree with Lieutenant General Zu's suggestion and call the nine tribes here. I will 'entertain' them well so that they can live and die!"
"Everyone, we are soldiers. Our duty is to protect our country and protect our country. We are not here to harm the people. Are those infants and toddlers at fault?
If we kill the people who established the slaves, will their children also seek revenge from us if they die?
Since things have happened and cannot be changed, then just work hard to change the status quo and get back what you lost! Is it fun to bully the weak? "
"Deputy General Zhao, do you still have a little blood on your hands? Why are you pretending to be kind now..."
…
"Okay, stop arguing. I think Deputy General Zhao is right."
Yuan Chonghuan knocked on the table: "After raiding eight houses, the treasury has money, and the weapons and equipment can be replaced.
Think about how to conquer the lost land. The right way is to drive the slaves back to their hometown. The rest will wait until the lost land is recovered! "
"But we don't have strong cavalry and can't fight in the field. This..."
"The method is what people think of. If you can't attack the city, then use it up. Anyway, we have money and food now, but we are short of slaves. We will wear them down!"
…
In the Chongzheng Hall of Shengjing, hundreds of miles away from Ningyuan City, Huang Taiji looked at the information about the confiscation of the eight major locust merchants in his hand, and angrily kicked over the dragon case in front of him.
Then he threw the information to the ground and roared: "Chong, Chong..."
