I'm really not the carpenter emperor

Zhu Youxiao sneered and said:

"Since the indignation I mentioned just now, what is there to be afraid of now, a foolish king is a foolish king, and a holy king is a holy king. You can't wash it away, and you can't black it out!"

"If you really have the backbone, just shout out on this street, let the world know what you think in your heart."

Both of them looked scared, they kept looking at the market, and they were relieved to find that everything was as usual, and no one had passed by for a long time.

"I dare not say that."

"Little brother, what do you need to teach me?"

Zhu Youxiao gradually felt bored, so he asked, "Where are the five scholars you mentioned who were arrested from Suzhou being tortured?"

The two scholars gradually felt relieved, and one of them replied:

"It's not a secret. It's in Baijia Lane next to Donghua Gate. There are many people who admire it. You'll know it when you go there."

Zhu Youxiao nodded slightly, turned around and told Wang Chaofu to leave the bill, Fang was about to leave, but stopped after taking a few steps, and turned around and said:

"Thank you."

Chapter 136 A Big Fish

Watching the few people leave, looking at their backs, the two looked at each other in blank dismay, having the same thought as the old woman who was huddled in the innermost heart.

The little official I saw today must be extraordinary.

The place name Baijiaxiang has existed in Beijing since the early Ming Dynasty. It is said that its origin is because the mansions of nobles in the Yuan Dynasty were once located here.

As the nearest folk alley to the Dongchang Yamen of Donghuamen, there is not as much noise here as the scholars rumored.

On the contrary, the fans walked through the streets all day long, and they didn't seem to have any impact on the people here.

Compared with the old days when scholars would gather to give lectures at every turn, the common people were happy and quiet.

Because of its special location and the power of the Wei Party, many private houses in this alley were bought by dignitaries at high prices and set up real estate.

Some people even opened restaurants here, just to get close to the factory owner who holds the power of life and death.

When Zhu Youxiao came, he saw many high-ranking officials and dignitaries coming in and out, with Wang Chaofu and a few others, just as he walked into the alley, he could hear people's voices from afar.

"This person uttered wild words, slandered the Shanggong of Dongchang, made noises about Suzhou scholars, and gathered people to rebel. Before the execution, he will be put in the canyon for three days, as an example to others!"

"Today is the second day!"

The one who spoke was a little guy from Dongchang, with a saber pinned to his waist, and a terrifying scar on his face, which was shocking.

As soon as the words fell, several Dongchang fans stepped forward and read out the crimes and crimes of this person in turn, while Zhu Youxiao stopped at the end of the crowd and watched quietly.

Wang Chaofu looked nervously at the emperor's face, and really couldn't guess whether it was the calm before the storm, or the indifference in his heart.

He thought for a while, sighed, and tentatively said:

"Master, it's better for us not to show up in this matter."

The prisoner above had chapped lips due to exposure to the sun for a long time, and the heavy shackles caused deep bleeding marks on the joints of his hands and feet.

There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and many scholars frowned, dissatisfied with Dongchang's viciousness.

This smell of blood smelled in Zhu Youxiao's nose, as if it didn't exist at all. He exhaled deeply, said "um", and replied to the uneasy Wang Chaofu:

"Let's keep watching."

Fanzi are still reading, seeing today's incident, it should be like this, Zhu Youxiao felt bored, turned around and planned to leave.

Before he could turn around, he heard several scholars in front of him discussing with each other.

"We can't save Yan Peiwei, let's go!"

"In Suzhou, you always let me hide. Today we are here, and the emperor is about to return to Beijing in triumph. Can you be willful for a while? I'm going to save people."

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao twitched his mouth and paused, intending to wait and see.

At this time, after Fanzi finished reading, he saw that the scholar named Yan Peiwei had passed out, so he showed no mercy, took a basin of cold water from his subordinates, and poured it on his head.

Yan Peiwei moaned and woke up leisurely.

The head sneered, slapped him hard on the right side of the face, and said:

"What are you, dare to slander Shang Gong, the current emperor should respect him three points, you are the relative of the emperor, dare to do such a thing!"

Hearing this, Zhu Youxiao raised his eyebrows, and suddenly found it interesting that Wei Zhongxian himself hadn't floated away yet, but the people under his hands floated away first?

Yan Peiwei sneered, spat a mouthful of blood at him, and then laughed wildly.

Furious, he grabbed Yan Peiwei's chains tightly, kicked him away, and said:

"Stubborn, I tell you to be tough!"

"You are all optimistic, slandering Dongchang Shanggong, this is the end!"

Seeing this, the scholars gradually became restless, and the person in front of Zhu Youxiao pushed aside the crowded crowd and said anxiously:

"Stop the dog!"

Hearing the reputation, he was not surprised, and asked with a sneer, "Who are you and what do you do?"

"Suzhou scholar, Fang Xingling!" After saying that, he glanced at the blood on Yan Peiwei's body, clenched his fists, and asked generously:

"What crime did he commit that deserves such torture?"

Seeing that this scholar is wearing a green shirt, the material is also ordinary, and there is no folding fan in his hand to play with. He looks like a poor scholar who came from other places.

The head of the stall was a lot more courageous, and the opening was even more arrogant:

"Could it be that you didn't hear what I said just now?"

"Okay, then declare it again, so that you can remember it long!"

"Yan Peiwei privately printed leaflets, agitated the people of Suzhou, gathered people to rebel, abused the factory owner, and intended to shake the country, which is heinous and disrespectful!"

"Why, do you want to excuse him too?"

At this time, seeing that the Dongchang yamen got the news, fans came out everywhere, coming this way, the scholars gradually became timid, and one person persuaded:

"The person arrested in Dongchang, brother Xingling, I advise you not to show off your temper for a while, lest you regret half your life..."

Fang Xingling listened silently to what the man said, turning his head intermittently to look in surprise at the group of scholars who persuaded him.

Not long ago, they had gathered together with themselves to scold the eunuchs angrily. When things came to an end, how could they put aside righteousness and choose to live by idling.

Feeling Zhu Youxiao's gaze, Fang Xingling struggled to raise his head, his eyes met.

Immediately, Fang Xingling took a look around, and found that the fellow scholars had succumbed to the power of the factory guards, their eyes widened, and two lines of tears flowed out.

Seeing that the scholars were silent, he smiled coldly and said, "You scholar, you just shouted loudly, and you should be punished as disrespectful!"

After saying that, several fans stepped forward, about to grab Fang Xingling and go away.

"and many more--"

He was about to take people away, but upon hearing this, the fans turned around in amazement, only to find a handsome official leading a few people, standing quietly on the spot.

"You can't catch this person."

Listening to Zhu Youxiao's words, the head behind him also began to look carefully, his face changed suddenly.

This one in front of him has a good face, and his clothes are made of high-quality materials, and the Sichuan fan in his hand is not something that ordinary people can afford.

He thought for a while, and he also knew that inside and outside the imperial city, there were royal family and dignitaries everywhere, and important officials of the court. Seeing the people behind Zhu Youxiao glaring at him, he was even more terrified.

When he spoke, the gearhead changed into a respectful expression, and asked with a smile:

"Dare to ask the little official, where are the noble clansmen?"

"King Gui..."

Without even thinking about it, Zhu Youxiao casually tossed out the name of a prince who was still in Beijing and did not go to the feudal domain, stepped forward, and said briefly:

"Let go."

When the fans heard this, they looked at each other a few times, looking a little surprised.

The boss was also thinking, this, could it be that a while ago, he obstructed the promotion of sweet potatoes, made a big fuss in Huangzhuang, trampled a farmer to death, and was a relative of Prince Gui's mansion?

Immediately, he sneered:

"Your Prince Gui's Mansion has already ruined Xia Zhong's national policy of promoting sweet potatoes. This time, you are here to rescue these rebels. I'm afraid you are too lenient!"

When Zhu Youxiao heard this, he was also happy.

It really didn't take much effort to get here, and I just said something casually, but I got it right.

Come to think of it, King Gui was too boring in the capital to go to the feudal lands, so he was making people when he had nothing to do. With so many sons, there are always a few unreliable ones.

From this point of view, in the name of Prince Gui's Mansion, this person must be rescued today.

At this time, the boss said again: "This person has offended Lord Shang of Dongchang. How can I make a deal if I don't catch him? Unless King Gui or the Emperor comes in person today, no one can save him!"

Chapter 137 Get used to it?

The emperor is right in front of you, I can only blame you for not knowing the real Dragon Emperor.

Zhu Youxiao didn't intend to reveal his identity, so he gave up the idea of ​​pretending to be a clan member of Prince Gui's mansion, but tilted his head slightly, and ordered Wang Chaofu a few words.

The latter got the order, turned around and left quickly.

Not long after, he came back with a sign in his hand.

Zhu Youxiao received the sign, walked to the stall, let him see the content of the sign in a mysterious way, and said with a graceful and noble smile:

"Look, which one is bigger between this person's face and your factory owner in the East Factory?"

The front man looked at him suspiciously, concentrated on it for a while, and after discerning the handwriting on the sign and the written words, his face turned pale immediately, sweat poured down his face, his legs went limp, and he was about to kneel down.

Zhu Youxiao chuckled, put away the sign, and said, "Shhh, don't say anything."

The fans passed on each other, and suddenly lost all arrogance, like a bereaved dog, Nono responded, and quickly let this poor scholar called Fang Xingling go.

Zhu Youxiao smiled lightly, and went to Huangzhuang without talking to the scholar.

Looking at the back of this little official, the common people were speechless, and the scholars were also puzzled. Fang Xingling thought for a while, then hesitated and said:

"Could it be, is it a nobleman from the British government?"

"It seems that among the nobles of the royal family, there are also many good people..."

Zhu Youxiao left just like that. He didn't know that today's rescue of people had been seen by a certain wild history writer by the side of the road, and he was about to be recorded vividly.

As for passing it on to future generations, whether the brick family believes it or not, this is not what he is worried about.

……

Outside the capital, there are lush trees and sparkling waves in the lake.

Zhu Youxiao and Wang Chaofu strolled along the shore of the lake, planning to visit Huangzhuang where the accident happened before returning to Tongzhou.

At this time, there were horseshoes on the official road, but a postman galloped away with letter paper and documents, and after a few breaths, only a wisp of dust was left.

After passing the small lake, I came to a Huangzhuang in the suburbs of Beijing.

This Huangzhuang has [-] acres of fertile land. After the success of spring sweet potatoes, Zhu Youxiao's original intention was to promote sweet potatoes and then potatoes in Huangzhuang all over Gyeonggi.

Only when the problem of food and clothing is solved can we talk about increasing income and reducing expenditure.

Since the early years of Wanli, several farms near here have been classified as Huangzhuang, and there are nearly [-] tenant farmers who have lived here for generations.

An eunuch appointed by the inner palace supervisor is responsible for all sowing and planting matters in the Huangzhuang, and these tenant farmers are naturally under his control.

The eunuch was leaning on the deck chair, basking in the sun leisurely.

Behind him, a few Dongchang slaves wore jade belts around their waists, their boots were in fashion, they carried knives in hand, and galloped to the left and right.

The eunuch was humming a little tune when he suddenly saw someone coming.

"Hey, isn't this Mr. Xu, sweet potatoes are no longer promoted?" The person who came was Zhu Youzhao, the third son of King Gui Zhu Changying, and the older brother of the later Emperor Yongli of the Southern Ming Dynasty.

At this time, Zhu Youlang hadn't been born yet, but this Zhu Youchen had a completely opposite personality to the former, and he was extremely high-profile in his life.

The euphemism is that as a member of the imperial family, you cannot lose the face of the royal family. The more high-profile I am (able to pretend), the more face the emperor will have.

Seeing someone coming, Xu Yingyuan sighed in his heart, why is this second generation grandfather coming again, well, can't afford to provoke, can't he hide.

He got up and apologized a few times, saying: