When all the ministers heard that the emperor wanted to decapitate all the leaders of the Beijing camp, including Wang Lin, they were frightened and begged for mercy in unison.
Tan Lun, the Secretary of the Ministry of War, said: "Your Majesty, the capital is the foundation of the world. The officers and soldiers in the capital camp still have to guard and live in the guard, which is of the utmost importance. If today all the generals who are sitting in the camp are taken care of, the morale of the army will inevitably fluctuate. I think it is better to go down first. Zhao Yu, if you understand after interrogation, you will be given a canonical punishment." All the ministers around nodded and also begged for mercy along this line of thinking.
Ge Shouli, the censor of Zuodu, also said: "Your Majesty, Chen Yu is certainly guilty, but in order not to block the way of speech, I think it is enough to flee far away."
When Yang Bing and others heard that the emperor wanted to kill their heads, they all raised their heads. Although they did not dare to look at the emperor, they all looked at Zhang Juzheng. Seeing that Zhang Juzheng had no expression on his face and neither agreed nor opposed the pleas of the ministers, as if it had nothing to do with him, they all gritted their teeth with hatred.
Zhu Yijun listened to Tan Lun and others' pleas, and sneered: "These national cowards make military and state affairs a trivial matter, why can't they be killed? I see that the military affairs in this court have been thick over the years, all because of appeasement and accommodation!" said Finished, his anger remained unabated.
Zhu Yijun didn't say that he would withdraw his decree, and the imperial guards around him didn't care about the minister's pleading. He came directly and tied up several people. In order to prevent them from screaming and startling him, he got some cloth balls from somewhere and stuffed them into his mouth.
At this time, an old voice was heard saying: "Wait a minute!" When the Imperial Guard saw this person, although they did not stop, their movements slowed down, waiting for him to speak.
When everyone looked at it, it turned out that it was the British Duke Zhang Rong who separated the ministers, walked to Zhu Yijun, knelt down with a plop and begged: "I beg the emperor to have mercy and spare Yang Bing and others. Although their crimes are unpardonable, the Beijing camp Corruption does not just last a day, it is indeed difficult to reverse the results of just a few months. In my humble opinion, a few of them can be deprived of their titles and sent to the frontier army to perform their crimes. If they die on the front line, they will be worthy of their disgrace. Their ancestors sacrificed their lives for their deeds."
After the British Duke finished speaking, Duke Cheng, Duke Ding, and other Dukes, Marquises, and Bo Xungui all knelt down and begged: "Kowtow to the Emperor for mercy."
The British Duke's love is solid, seizing the title is equivalent to exchanging world certificates for life! Although the World Voucher in the Ming Dynasty is not a gold medal for immunity from death, according to political rules, if you commit a capital crime and take out the World Voucher, the court's penalty will basically be reduced by one level. The degree of reduction depends on the specific situation, but it must be reduced by at least one level - this It is a variant of "discussing nobles", and the punishment cannot reach the level of a doctor.
At this time, the British public servants led the nobles to plead for mercy, which had a hidden meaning. If Yang Bing and others died on the front line, they would be considered as sacrificing their lives for the country. If the court can be persuaded to be considerate and allow the descendants of Yang Bing and others to ascend the throne or to ascend the title at a reduced level, the family business will not be in ruins.
To put it bluntly, the British nobles and nobles begged for mercy, which is nothing more than the cause of the rabbit's death and the fox's sorrow. In addition, because of the involvement of branches and vines, the nobles and nobles are in-laws of each other, and they are just connected by the same spirit.
The British Duke and other elders from three dynasties knelt down to plead for mercy. Zhu Yijun really couldn't kill them all for a while. If he insists on killing, it is not impossible, but so many ministers advise him to kill carefully, Zhu Yijun still insists on going his own way, which will inevitably chill the hearts of everyone, and things will not be done that way.
Seeing that Zhu Yijun's mind was wavering, Zhang Juzheng finally said: "Your Majesty, the late emperor also reorganized the Beijing Camp in the second year of Longqing and reviewed the affairs. At that time, the Beijing Camp was not in such a bad state. How could it be like this in just a few years? We really need to investigate. I understand, it’s better to bring them to a joint trial..."
When Yang Bing and others saw Zhang Juzheng speaking, they thought that this guy who was eating could be saved. The emperor was just embarrassed for a moment and waited until he returned to the palace to calm down. If the family continues to adopt the harem route, there is no doubt that the title will be preserved.
Unexpectedly, Zhu Yijun took over Zhang Juzheng's words and said, "Why is there a need for a joint trial? Today the heads of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, Dali Temple, and the Ministry of Punishment are all here, let's just sit down here!" After saying that, he walked back to the throne and sat down.
The ministers looked at each other in shock, knowing that the emperor was so humiliated today that they would not be able to go home without an explanation, so they had no choice but to line up and stand in awe on the viewing platform as if they were in the Huangji Palace.
Zhu Yijun said: "These mediocre officials are guilty, but the soldiers are not guilty. Let Jizhen soldiers and Jingying go back to build food." Tan Lun knelt down to thank the two armies.
Zhu Yijun changed his mind and stopped the person who was delivering the order: "Call over the man whose foot was cut and still bleeding while he was marching. Let me have a look. Call Qi Jiguang over too." The middle officers who were delivering the order agreed one by one and passed on the order. The purpose is not mentioned.
Zhu Yijun turned around and said to Zhang Juzheng: "Old sir, who do you think will be in charge of this court?"
Zhang Juzheng said: "Returning to the emperor, according to the story of our dynasty, Ting Ji was arranged by the Metropolitan Procuratorate. Today I ask General Ge Xian to do something difficult."
Ge Shouli secretly scolded Zhang Juzheng in his heart: "You, the monarch and your minister, can sing the double repertoire very well, but you have never exchanged words with me!" He murmured in his heart, and without delay, he went out to play: "I invite the minister of Dali Temple and the Hall of Punishment The officials and ministers will review it together." The emperor replied that it was okay.
Li Youzi, the minister of Dali Temple, and Wang Zhigao, the minister of the Ministry of Punishment, both secretly cursed Ge Shouli's old coffin. He would never take the hot coals by himself. This is called "being old and not dying is a thief." Ge Shouli is nearly seventy years old, and he really deserves it rise.
The two of them were polite and polite on their faces. They both went out to pay homage to the emperor, and then turned around with Ge Shouli to face Yang Bing and others.
Ge Shouli first asked for the order: "Your Majesty, the ministers are starting to ask questions." Zhu Yijun nodded.
Ge Shouli first asked Wang Lin: "You are a civil servant and have been in charge of the capital camp for many years. Please tell me first."
Wang Lindao: "Your Excellency, Mr. Zongxian, King Dingxiang has only been in Beijing for four years, and I have been co-president for just two years. In the past two years, based on what I have seen, King Dingxiang is either in court meetings, giving lectures, or He doesn't have the energy to take care of the sacrifices and military affairs in the capital, so Wu Jijue and others are slacking off, so it's true."
Li Youzi interjected: "Wang Lin, when you speak in front of the emperor, you must remember to touch your conscience. If there is any deception, you will die!"
Wang Lin said: "I dare not deceive you."
Ge Shouli secretly gave Li Youzi a thumbs up, thinking that it was time for the emperor and Zhang Juzheng to show their trump card. Wang Lin pushed on the dead. If Yang Bing and others followed suit, what use could Ting Ji have?
Sure enough, Zhang Juzheng snorted and interjected: "Wang Lin, you said you were in charge of military affairs. Today, how many people should we have in this Beijing camp? How many people do we have now?" After hearing this, Ge Shouli said to himself, Lao Zhang still understands me. , let me cooperate with you. Whether you can withstand it or not is none of my business.
Sure enough, Wang Lin called out to Qu: "Master Yuanfu, this matter of occupying the capital camp has been like this since Emperor Shizong. When I took over the military affairs, I actually had a little more than 60,000 soldiers. Today, there are 60,000 soldiers." Six thousand people!"
Wang Zhigao asked: "Have you had any memorials in the past two years?"
Wang Lin said: "I have a notebook in my sleeve, and I plan to present it after the parade. It talks about the seizure of military status, but I didn't expect it to happen like this."
In Yang Bing's eyes, Wang Lin's rebuttal had already drawn a road map for them to escape guilt.
That is, one is to blame the dead King Dingxiang, and the other is to blame Lao Huangli. We have made a small mistake, but there is absolutely no big mistake!
After hearing this, Ge Shouli sneered and said: "Wang Lin, you still dare to evade the important and take the easy in front of the emperor. Let me ask you: The quota for the Beijing camp is 150,000, and you said you can actually count the 66,000 - may I ask what the food and salary of the 84,000 are now? where?"
After saying this, Lao Gexin said to the emperor, I, Lao Ge, can only help you here. Anyway, I got "sick" in February this year, and then I will beg for bones! I will poke this hornet's nest for you before I leave. I will be worthy of the salary that your old Zhu family has given me for three generations!
