I'm really not the carpenter emperor

"It's not just you. The concubine heard the news yesterday afternoon, but she didn't doubt it at all. She believed it to death."

"The governor is also very strange. The concubine has never been so angry since she took the seal of the empress dowager. Just because the emperor was assassinated this time, why did she become like this?"

Wei Zhongxian walked and talked, seeing that he was about to step down.

Seeing this, the eunuch Si Li hurried forward, stepped down the stone steps first, stretched out his left arm, and said with an apologetic smile:

"Who says it's not? His Majesty has to plan the strategy."

Wei Zhongxian glanced at him, put his right hand on his arm, and said as he descended the steps:

"Your Majesty's ability can be seen by all of us who are servants. Please support you well, don't make noise."

The eunuch Si Li's heart tightened, but in the next moment he smiled again, and hurriedly followed him to support him, not daring to neglect him.

After going down the stone steps, Wei Zhongxian withdrew his hand and asked suddenly:

"Why didn't the governor meet you? When did you get promoted to the Supervisor of Ceremonies?"

The eunuch Si Li was taken aback for a moment, then hurriedly replied:

"The servant, Cao Huachun, was under Wang An's family the year before last. After Wang An returned to his hometown to retire, the servant has been thinking about how to gain a foothold in the palace."

"Last month, an eunuch from the Supervisor of Rituals died of diarrhea. Thanks to your master, he finally came in."

"Cao Huachun..." Wei Zhongxian muttered, and suddenly said:

"Wang Anke is still alive?"

"Back to the factory, he died, he died last year!" Cao Huachun laughed, without any nostalgia:

"The old man's health has not been very good. Even if he has received the grace of the saints, he will still be worse every day when he goes back to take care of himself. How can he compare to you!"

Wei Zhongxian and Wang An have a deep relationship. They not only have the kindness of knowing each other, but also have a long-term rivalry and resentment.

Hearing this, he didn't know whether he was happy or a little sad for a moment, he just snorted coldly and said:

"Okay, after entering the Supervisor of Rituals, work carefully."

"Doing things for the emperor, you can't be sloppy."

"The slaves and servants all obey the orders of the factory master——"

Cao Huachun nodded and bowed all the way, just finished speaking when he saw a small stone in front of him, he hurried up and kicked it away, saying:

"Where did the wild stone come from, how dare to block the way of the factory owner!"

……

Four dragon chariots were parked outside the Dagaoxuan Hall, countless factory guards stood around, and a row of maids were waiting outside the hall with horn lanterns.

In Shimiao, Zhu Youxiao offered incense, kowtowed his head, and heard the sound of footsteps behind him, he turned his head and said:

"Don't come in, let me ask the ancestors myself."

"Yes, don't worry, the old slave has been waiting at the door—"

Wei Zhongxian in front of Zhu Youxiao was very similar to Cao Huachun just now, he didn't dare to say anything, and bowed his waist and retreated.

After saying that, Zhu Youxiao turned his head and shook the stick in his hand. Seeing that no stick fell off, he had to increase his strength and shake it again violently.

"pat..."

A stick fell to the ground.

With this small sound, it seemed that the entire empire trembled.

Zhu Youxiao took a deep breath, picked up the sign and took a look.

Immediately, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, he was stunned for a moment, threw the stick out of the hall, and shouted out of composure:

"Even you guys think my uncle deserves to die?"

"Forget it! In accordance with the wishes of all of you, I sent an order to summon the British Duke Zhang Weixian to Xinuang Pavilion!"

2 Chapter [-]

Many people are discussing that the emperor has locked himself in the Xinuang Pavilion for several days and has not come out.

Thinking about it, it was King Fu's assassination that hit him quite hard.

"Squeak-"

Accompanied by a sound, the eunuch Cao Huachun, who had just entered the Rites Supervisor recently, pushed open the door of Xinuang Pavilion with a plate of washed green fruits.

"roll--!"

Just as one foot hit the ground, the emperor's furious reprimand made his hair stand on end, and in an instant, the fruit was scattered all over the ground.

Without caring about picking up the green fruits scattered on the ground, Cao Huachun hastily closed the door of Xinuange, heaving a sigh of relief.

Seeing his appearance, Wei Zhongxian, who was waiting outside the Xinuang Pavilion, looked at each other with several eunuchs who were in charge of rituals and Bingbi.

Wei Zhongxian was a little puzzled, is it necessary to act so realistically in this play?

He frowned thickly and said:

"Go down, the governor is here to guard."

Everyone had no choice but to retreat one after another.

The Xinuang Pavilion at dusk is full of loneliness and majesty. Except for Wei Zhongxian, there are only loyal guards guarding here, like wooden stakes, motionless.

Wei Zhongxian sighed lightly.

In the Xinuang Pavilion, Zhu Youxiao heard the footsteps gradually receding, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he muttered to himself:

"The more this drama is played, the more logical Zhu Changxun's death will be."

"Uncle Huang, Uncle Huang, the wealth you have accumulated in your whole life will eventually be handed over to my nephew."

"Ha ha……"

……

Luoyang, Prince Fu's Mansion.

Zhu Changxun sat on a stool with a clear context and high-quality materials, and from time to time he could hear the voices of the children of the Fu clan's clan discussing practical matters.

His expression was a little displeased. These clan disciples seemed to regard their Fu Wang Mansion as a big base for criticizing the "Clan Family Restricting Salary Law".

But it's nothing, the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty couldn't touch the king, and now a little emperor who is less than 20 years old, it is even more impossible to dare to say anything.

Although Concubine Zheng Gui has been thrown into the cold palace at this time, with no news of her life and death unknown, Zhu Changxun still has this confidence.

Just because he is the most beloved prince of the Shimiao Emperor Wanli!

Zhu Changxun wears a winged crown on his head, a coiled collar, narrow sleeves, a dragon with five claws on the front, back and shoulders, and jade boots on his feet.

The only difference between him and Zhu Youxiao, who is the emperor, is that the uniform he wears is red in color to show his difference from the emperor.

Zhu Changxun had a slight beard on his lips, and the leather belt was still hung with the palace badge. Sitting on it, he felt quite calm and prestige.

While chatting among the crowd below, he glanced lightly over the faces of these young clan disciples, his indifference in his expression was enough to show that he was different from this group of youngsters.

The disciples of the imperial family regarded Fu Wang's Mansion as a safe haven, just like the students of Donglin at this time last year, they commented impassionedly on current affairs and criticized the many restrictions imposed on them by the imperial family's salary restriction law.

For Zhu Changxun, such a high profile made him a little uneasy, but the clan's limited salary made him dissatisfied.

For him, this kind of issue is really not something worth avoiding.

At sunset, the disciples of the clan who criticized the half-day policy here said their goodbyes, and were planning to go back to their respective homes, and come back tomorrow to discuss what the next move will be.

Their ultimate goal is to force the emperor to make concessions and revoke the clan's salary restriction law!

A Fuguo general had just left the door, and before he had time to react, he was firmly held down in the blink of an eye. When he raised his head, his jaw dropped in shock.

"Who are you?"

"let me go!"

"I am the clan of Fufan, this is in Luoyang, it's against you!"

A group of men and horses in white clothes stood behind the visitor, all of them had soap boots on their feet and knives on their waists. They were not as feared by the people of Luoyang as usual.

Hearing the words, the leader took two steps forward, took off a token, and said in a neither humble nor overbearing tone:

"The clan's mansion is ordered to investigate King Fu, and all the clans of Fufan will be investigated together, and those who violate it will be punished without mercy!"

"presumptuous--"

It wasn't until this time that the gang of clan children came to their senses and retreated into the palace one after another, but they burst out laughing as if they had seen some big joke.

A county king stood up and sneered:

"It is true that the Clan Mansion has real power now, but what are you saying, how dare you arrest the clan's children without authorization?"

"Do you know that everyone here, crushing you, an unknown junior, is easier than stepping on gravel!"

"This is the sacred decree—" Hearing this, the person headed by the clan mansion took the badge, sneered, took out the scroll, spread it in mid-air, and said loudly:

"Fengtian Chengyun Emperor, the imperial edict said:

Since Zhu Changxun, the king of Fu, took over Luoyang, he has occupied the people's land and humiliated the village.He even assassinated me in June of the second year of Tianqi.

Fortunately, I am blessed with good luck, and I am blessed by the ancestors of the emperors, so there is no serious problem.

This move is against human relations and the way of monarch and ministers. I have been tossed and turned several times, and I did not hesitate to break with the concubine, but let Paul die.

However, you know your mistakes and don't correct them, but they will intensify them. On the third day of the seventh month, I asked the emperors and ancestors of the world temple to issue an order to make a decision.

Your atrocities cannot be tolerated by the emperors and ancestors, and I cannot be indecisive. I am tired of the friendship between uncles and nephews, and I am determined to kill relatives righteously and protect the integrity of the society.

From today onwards, except for King Fu, Juelu will be demoted and cut off for all the descendants of the Fu clan.

But if you don't follow, put down the rebellion on the spot!This is it. "

After reading it, all the children of the clan were dumbfounded, and they couldn't laugh anymore. They all looked dumbfounded. How is this possible, except King Juefu?

I can't even dream of doing this!

"Correction—"

"It must be Wei Zhongxian, that stray dog ​​who took advantage of the emperor's ignorance of government affairs in Xinuan Pavilion, and made a mess of government affairs!"

"It's fake!"

"Wei Zhongxian corrected the decree, I will go to Beijing to face the emperor, and ask the emperor face to face, whether this decree is true or not!"

The next moment, the clan disciples exploded.

If Wei Zhongxian was lucky enough to hear the speeches of the clansmen, he might spit out another mouthful of old blood. This is really a shot lying down.

No wonder a man of insight who lived in seclusion in the mountains once said that all the bad things in the world were wiped out by Wei Zhongxian alone.

A county king, relying on his high title, was about to force his way out of the team of the clan's mansion, but was stopped by the leader, who drew out his knife and asked:

"Are you really going to rebel and resist arrest? You need to know that the army of the Yongwei Battalion has already moved outside Luoyang City, and there is absolutely no possibility for you to survive!"

"In today's world, apart from the emperor, who can mobilize the Yongwei battalion?"

"You still don't understand!"

"You will die if you do many unrighteous actions. The current emperor still protects you. Since you have been condemned by heaven, even the former emperors of the Shimiao want to get rid of you and hurry up!"

Yu Luo, the person headed by this clan's mansion faced the Fufan County King who continued to move forward, without any intention of retreating, and the knife went straight into the opponent's abdomen.

All of a sudden, blood burst out, and the fishy smell filled the air.

Quite a number of clan disciples had weak legs, took a few steps back, and collapsed on the spot in front of the Fuwang Mansion, with their eyes wide open, looking at the white-clothed Clan Mansion team, as if they were looking at Bai Wuchang who came to seek their lives and chase their souls.

"They really dare to do it?!"

Whether the clan's children believe it or not, the people in the clan's mansion will not show mercy. The death of the county king is enough to show that the current emperor is determined to eliminate these incompetent clans.

Chapter 211 Sometimes, it's better to be confused!

As for the ability to watch the excitement, no matter the princes, nobles, wealthy merchants, or barefoot poor, they have always followed suit.

Within half an hour, the news that the clan's mansion was ordered to investigate Fu Wang's mansion had spread throughout the streets and alleys of Luoyang City.

In this era of lack of entertainment, it is rare to have such an opportunity to watch the excitement. How could the people in Luoyang miss it?

Not to mention the downfall of the hated King Fu this time, even the farmers who planted the land dropped their hammers and came to watch.