Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

Sitting on the cold ground, looking out, there is a half wall of torture tools hidden in the dark.Cracking fingers, pinching sticks, skinning, breaking spines, falling fingers, stabbing hearts, pipas... When he first took over the prison, the Jin Yiwei under him quickly found a few officials who had been famous for a while to demonstrate the cruelty of these instruments of torture for him one by one. Jiang Bin couldn't see it, so he went back first under the pretext of being unwell, and who would have expected that all those tortures would fall on him now.I still remember being ordered to visit Wang Zhe, the governor of Jiangxi who was imprisoned unjustly. At that time, I also met Qiao Yu who was hesitant to go forward.

Calculate, calculate again.Living in the lies of each other all the time, but staying up all night, Jiang Bin couldn't figure out why Wu Jie, who pretended to be Emperor Zhengde, joined hands with Wang Xun, who avenged his brother.The madness at Poyang Lake that day did not seem to be a fake, since that is the case, it must be because of one person that Wu Jie has come to this point.Perhaps, from the moment he saw King Ning who died strangely, he had already fallen into a demon.Stirring up troubles and killing them all, it is difficult to resolve this deep hatred.It's no wonder Wu Jie was so open-minded after recovering his consciousness, as if the thrilling part was just an illness, and when he recovered, he didn't remember the pain at that time... In the end, it was just waiting quietly, waiting for a moment. Burning nests and lairs, a complete subversion that shook the world...

Jiang Bin doesn't know how this conspiracy is related to Emperor Zhengde, but Wu Jie dares to co-act with Wang Xun so blatantly in a scene of inviting the king into the urn, he must have enough power to control the government.Empress Dowager Zhang, who made wedding clothes for others, must die now, and in the end she is just a pawn, but who instigated her to make the decision to burn the boat?Thinking of the conversation I overheard with Emperor Zhengde in the water that night, civil servants are naturally civil servants, and the most capable civil servants are Yang Tinghe, the chief assistant who forced Emperor Zhengde to become an official.

Yang Tinghe sent Yan Song to test, or it was just a trick to deceive Jiang Bin's uncle Jiang Ziqing and confuse the public.Wu Jie and Jiang Bin returned to the Xuanfu, mostly to delay the time, so that this plot of treason can proceed more properly.And all kinds of things along the way are all set up long ago, one link after another, leaving Jiang Bin with no time to figure it out.That Yusi Nanpei hides the conspiracy of immortals and mortals. I am afraid that Wu Jie knew about it. The skin of Emperor Zhengde may have been designed by him, so that he can dispatch troops as Emperor Zhengde logically. Then wipe them all out.Without these generals, Emperor Zhengde, who does not know where he is now, would be helpless and unable to fly. No one can break Wu Jiejiu's trick of occupying the magpie's nest.

I closed my eyes, and saw the eerily quiet lake again. The lake was like a mirror. I bent over to look at it, but saw that I was dressed in loose clothes and sleeves. On my dark complexion, the word "King" was drawn with a brush.

She frowned and wiped it, but the person behind grabbed her sleeve: "I don't regret it."

Looking back, the man's eyes were picturesque.This appearance is very familiar, but I can't remember him no matter what.

Frowning and watching, the man suddenly came over, hurriedly dodged, and just woke up.

The room was dark, reminding Jiang Bin of his unbearable situation, and he fell asleep unknowingly.

Where is the wind leaking, like Jie Jie laughing strangely.He only had a bloody battle robe on his body, and the smell of horse manure in the hay reminded Jiang Bin of his first days of fighting with the army.At that time, he only thought about success and fame, but who knew that this was the only way to end up going around.

There is no window, I don't know how many days, my legs are numb, I want to stand up and walk around the wall, but I accidentally feel some scratches.Jiang Bin sat down again, and touched the wall behind him all over.The intermittent chiseled handwriting became shallower towards the back, and gradually disappeared.

A few sentences were all statements of grievances, but Jiang Bin was terrified—"Jiangxi", "King Ning", "banquet", "prison"...these words all tortured Jiang Bin, making him lean against the wall slumped Go up, staring straight ahead.

In front of him, there seemed to be a ghost hanging in front of him, telling about his loyalty and unwillingness to die in vain, and it was really retaliation.

Laughing self-deprecatingly, but suddenly felt a gaze, followed to look, and saw a pale face floating in the darkness.

Jiang Bin was startled, but saw that face slowly cracking a playful smile: "I'm here to see you."

Jiang Bin collected himself, only then did he realize that it was Wang Xun who came.

Behind Wang Xun was a torch that was lit at unknown time, a jar of wine was placed at his feet, and a pair of bowls were placed on the ground.There was a gap in the mud seal on the wine jar, and the dark red corner was slightly raised, like a mouth growing on the wine jar, spitting out the seductive aroma of wine maliciously.

This wine was handed over by Jiang Bin himself. He still remembered the glutinous rice aroma with the smell of mutton, but it was bitter in the mouth, like rain mixed with the smell of mud, full of sorrow and hatred from his homeland.

"Don't wait for me to die before going to drink at his grave?" Jiang Bin, who had been starving all night, was so cold that his lips were purple from the cold, and his words trembled in desperation.

Wang Xun smiled, and the arm-thick fence at the prison gate divided his face into two parts, one half sad and the other half happy, as if he really couldn't bear Jiang Bin to go through these ordeals, but he was happy to see his desolation.

"Ling Chi. Looking at the past relationship, I'm here to let you know."

Jiang Bin only felt that his heart and legs were equally numb, and he was unable to support the heavy body: "What's the crime?"

"Treason." Wang Xun leaned forward, looking through the cage at Jiang Bin with disheveled hair and a messed up face, "Some of them are buried with you, so I'll treat you as a generous gift from me."

"You don't even let Big Brother Xiao go?"

Xiao Jui, Zhang Min, and Sun Zhen really regarded Wang Xun as their younger brother.

"Cut grass and root out, if you were me, wouldn't it be the same?" The tone of the tone was natural, without any hesitation, as if the sincere affection of those who called brothers and sisters before was just a pot of wine that was drunk, drunk and awake, and could not remember All kinds of yesterday.

"Do you really believe those instigations?"

"Instigating?" Wang Xun patted open the clay seal and poured out two bowls full, "You know, why not? Since you are hiding the truth to protect that stupid king, why should I be merciful?"

"Since when have you been looking forward to this day?"

"It's been so long that I can't remember clearly." Wang Xun handed over a bowl of wine, spilled some, and dripped down his wrist on the ground, like the tears that Wang Ji should have shed on the day of his death. I'm suffering, but I have knowledge for him."

The tone was like that of a storyteller who stopped talking and didn't say another word.

"Wu Jie was the one you were looking for?" Jiang Bin stared at the ominous cloud of death reflected in the bowl of wine, and did not take it.

"Yes." Wang Xun withdrew his hand and still put it on the ground.

"You said that the emperor killed King Ning?"

Wang Xun just smiled.

"he believe?"

"Why don't you believe me?"

"Who set that fire and took King Ning away?"

"Zhang Chong, me."

"Who is Zhang Chong?"

"Yang Tinghe's eyes and ears."

"Does Zhang Jin know?"

"I don't know."

"Who killed King Ning?"

"Jiang Ziqing."

"What is his relationship with Yang Tinghe?"

"You are his nephew, why are you asking me instead?" Wang Xun showed some doubts on his face, as if he was really puzzled.

Jiang Bin thought of the lingering miasma, of those fellow countrymen who had forgotten him, and of Emperor Zhengde's saying that there was no such person. He just felt that his birth was also a part of this conspiracy. He also admitted it, but why did God want him to wake up?Watching all this continue, but unable to recover.

"Why do you have to bring King Ning to Poyang Lake?"

Wang Xun took a sip of his wine, tilted his body and smiled, "It's because I'm waiting for Wu Jie to come back, so that he can meet his sweetheart sooner."

Jiang Bin stared fixedly at the face in front of him, and that weird smile resounded unscrupulously, like countless faces of Wang Xun watching his jokes in the dark.

"You knew Wu Jie's identity earlier?" Recalling that day, Wang Xun was not surprised when he heard him describe Wu Jie's obsession.

"I didn't believe it at first, but as long as I can fulfill my wish, it doesn't matter if I am a fairy or a demon?"

"What wish?"

"He sacrificed the lives of loyal ministers for the sake of the country, and I want him to watch helplessly. All his painstaking efforts will be destroyed overnight." Wang Xun seemed drunk, his eyes were full of madness.Jiang Bin had never seen him like this before. The unrestrained murderous aura spread with the aroma of the wine, seeping into his heart like a poison, corroding the vulnerable calm.

"Where is he?" Jiang Bin still asked this question out of nowhere.

Wang Xun was touching the wine jar, and when he heard this sentence, he suddenly burst out laughing, like a fox that had been circling a trap for a while, slipped his foot and fell into it.

"Human skin is worn on Wu Jie's body, I don't know the rest." Wang Xun explained kindly after laughing enough.

"It's just a skin, the soul is always there."

"Oh? Then where is my elder brother?" Wang Xun picked up the wine jar and stroked it again and again, as if stroking a jar of ashes. People from the past."

These words came out of Wang Xun's mouth, with a kind of indescribable weirdness, as if he was not the one who said that someone would be doomed, but he was just an outsider, thorough and detached.

The torch was crackling and burning, and when it was burned out, Wang Xun was about to leave, according to the rules of the prison.

Jiang Bin sighed: "How is Xiner?"

"it is good."

"How is sister-in-law?"

"it is good."

"Is that fetal hair here with you?"

"Yes, do you want it?"

"No."

Wang Xun stared at Jiang Bin for a moment, picked up the wine jar and stood up, "You will be able to see him tomorrow."

Jiang Bin was stunned for a moment, and raised his head, but the fire had already gone out, making it difficult for him to guess the deep meaning of these words from the expression on Wang Xun's face.

Will we meet alive or meet after death?

"Since I'm going to die, why don't you let me know when I die?"

"When my brother died, did he understand?"

After leaving this sentence, the sound of Wang Xun's footsteps gradually disappeared at the end of the darkness.

The sound of the wind, still only the sound of the wind coming in from nowhere, sneaked around behind him, whispering these vague words close to his ears, and when he listened intently, he stopped abruptly, like a ghost playing tricks on people.

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