Reincarnation of the powerful minister

It was raining and windy outside the house, and lightning would tear the night sky into bright wounds from time to time, and then returned to darkness after a deafening thunder.

Su Yan was trapped in the mausoleum at the southeast foot of Zhongshan Mountain by the heavy rain.The thunder was so loud that he couldn't sleep on the left and right, so he played "Thirteen Waters" with the prince in his coat, using his improved leaf card.

After being awakened by the thunder, Lihua seemed to be a little scared, and kept rubbing against Su Yan's leg. Su Yan smiled, put down the card, and hugged the cat in his arms.

The prince feigned anger and glared at the cat: "Traitor! Who usually feeds you dried fish and who combs your hair? As a result, when he comes, you surrender to the enemy!"

"Who do you say is the enemy?" Su Yan asked back.

The prince plausibly said: "There are no father and son on the card table, and there is no lover."

Su Yan felt being molested, immediately lowered his face, and put the cat on the card table: "Why not, your love is here!"

The two were bickering, when suddenly there was a rapid knock on the door and shouts, surrounded by the sound of rain and thunder, it was almost inaudible.

"Master...Master!"

The prince heard the voice of Wei Liangzi, the commander of the guards of the Eastern Palace, so he sat down on the couch, slipped on his shoes, and went outside to open the door.

Commander Wei stood at the door wetly, wiping the rain off his face: "Master, a messenger from the palace!"

"What palace? No one lives in the Nanjing Imperial Palace...ah!" The prince suddenly realized, with a look of surprise on his face, "You mean the imperial palace in the capital, my father sent someone here! Where is the letter? ?”

Wei Liangzi motioned him to look at the corridor outside the door.

The prince stepped out of the door and turned his head to see a group of brocade guards standing in the corridor. There were about three to forty people. The leader was holding a sealed and waterproof box painted with gold and dragons on the surface. It was the box containing the imperial edict.

"His Royal Highness, please accept the order." The leader Jin Yiwei said.

Finally... Father is calling me back to Beijing!The prince suppressed his excitement and took a deep breath before taking the box and opening it with his own hands.

A roll of yellow silk was lying in the box, and the prince, with tears and smiles, picked up the silk book and read it.

Su Yan draped a robe over his shoulders, hugged a cat in his arms, and lazily walked out of the house, seeing the prince's profile and trembling hands.

The trembling passed from the fingers to the arms, and finally shook almost the whole body.Zhu Helin crumpled the silk scroll into a ball and threw it on the ground, roaring like a dying beast: "No! I don't believe it!"

Su Yan and the cat were startled at the same time.Lihua jumped into her arms and fled back to the inner room. He hurried over to pick up the silk book, glanced at the ten lines and hurriedly scanned the words, his face turned pale.

——It is the imperial edict to abolish the prince!

Not only abolished the crown prince as a commoner, exiled Lingnan, but also gave him a bottle of imperial wine to see him off.

Anyone who has watched a few costume dramas knows that in this case, the wine given is probably not good wine, but poison.Su Yan's first reaction was to reach out and snatch the small gold wine bottle at the bottom of the box, pull off the cap without saying a word, and wanted to dump the liquid inside into the rainwater outside the corridor.

A series of actions can be called lightning fast.But Jin Yiwei, who was holding the box, was very vigilant and agile. He grabbed his wrist and yelled, "Bold! How dare you destroy the imperial gift?!"

Su Yan's wrist bone was about to be crushed by him, he gritted his teeth and grabbed the bottle with the other hand, threw it into the muddy ground in the courtyard, and shouted at the same time: "Who are you, pretending to be Jin Yiwei and falsely preaching imperial edicts? Murder the prince with a false edict!"

A thunderbolt exploded above everyone's heads, like the wrath of the sky.Su Yan's roar overwhelmed Jinglei: "The guards of the Eastern Palace—take them down, and those who resist will be killed without mercy!"

Is the imperial edict true or false? Based on Master Su's words alone, the Jin Yiwei who passed the edict will be taken down?The guards looked at the prince in shock.

The prince looked at Su Yan, the muscles on his face twitched unconsciously due to the intense emotion, and the blazing light from his eyes was like a red-hot blade on a forging table.

He clenched his fists hard, and hissed: "Listen to Su Shilang! If there is a mistake... the young master will bear it all!"

With the words of the prince, the guards of the East Palace dared to act.

Although the prince was demoted to the mausoleum, there were only 30 to [-] guards left with him, but they were all elites selected from a hundred.When the prince gave an order, they drew their weapons and rushed forward without hesitation.

The leader of Jinyiwei shook off Su Yan's wrist, and pulled out the Xiuchun knife at his waist: "Resist the decree, kill the herald, I think you all don't want to live!"

Su Yan clasped his wrists, stepped back a few steps, and bumped his back into Zhu Helin's arms.

Zhu Helin pulled him away from the battle circle, and asked, "How is your hand?"

"It's okay." Su Yan bent down to pick up the yellow silk, and looked carefully under the light of the room, "It's not the emperor's handwriting! The 'Treasure of the Son of Heaven' seal...it seems real."

Zhu Helin held back the turbulent emotions, and looked carefully: "My father sometimes asks the eunuchs who are in charge of ceremonies to draw up decrees. They are not written by themselves, and they can't prove anything."

Su Yan gritted his teeth and said, "That's not what the emperor meant! If I say no, I don't!"

"—Okay, I believe you." Zhu Helin tore off the cloth from the hem of his clothes, and bandaged his swollen wrist. "Then who wrote this fake edict? Mr. Crane? Player?"

Su Yan shook his head: "If the jade seal that was built is real, it must have been done by someone in the palace, and it must have been done by a master."

... Queen Mother!The two looked at each other in unison.

Thinking about it further, a man as thoughtful and decisive as the emperor, who holds the power of the monarch tightly, what does it mean that the queen mother can get the jade seal from him and forge the imperial edict?

Su Yan grabbed Zhu Helin's sleeve and said in a low voice, "Master, this is not right, there may be accidents in the palace. To be safe, you should leave the mausoleum as soon as possible."

"I have nowhere to go." Zhu Helin looked towards the closed door. The sounds of fighting and shouting outside were mixed with the sound of rain and thunder. It was impossible to tell who would win and who would lose. Resisting the decree is a capital offense; if you don't leave, you are in danger of your life, even if you kill this group of people, there will be the next group, it is death."

"Master, I..." he murmured to himself, "Is it really hopeless?"

Suddenly, Su Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he reached into his bosom to feel for it.Didn't feel it, got anxious, groped up and down, and asked: "Master, have you seen the kit I'm wearing next to me?"

"Bundle bag?" Zhu Helin shook his head, "I haven't seen it before. Don't you wear it next to your body, and I haven't taken your clothes off."

Su Yan glared at him, wondering if he made too much movement when playing cards just now and fell on the bed.

He hurried back to the bed in the inner room to have a look—well, he was fiddling with the cat's paw.Da Lihua sniffed the kit curiously, and seemed very interested.

"Grandma Lihua!" Su Yan yelled urgently, "Don't bite, don't bite! Let go, give it to Dad, be good, let go..."

After finally snatching the kit from Lihua's mouth, Su Yan carefully opened the seal.Zhu Helin poked his head over to look.

There is a folded piece of yellow silk in the kit, with the words "Weifu Chujun" written on the back.

In addition, there is a strangely shaped small metal object, which looks like a galloping tiger, lifelike from whiskers to tail, with gold inscriptions all over its body, but it is hollow, and only the right half.

Su Yan was studying the half piece of metal running tiger, wondering if it was the rumored "Tiger Talisman". Zhu Helin had already read the words on the yellow silk at a glance.

"...What's wrong?" Seeing Zhu Helin's strange expression, unable to tell whether it was sadness or joy, Su Yan couldn't help feeling a little worried, "Is this yellow silk an edict from the emperor to the young master? What is written on it?"

Zhu Helin shook his head slowly: "It's not an edict, it's—"

He gritted his teeth, refolded the yellow silk and put it in the kit, together with half of the tiger charm in Su Yan's hand, and stuffed the kit into his arms.

"Qinghe," Zhu Helin held Su Yan's shoulders, with an unprecedented seriousness on his face, "Come back to Beijing with me."

"Back to Beijing? Don't worry about resisting the decree?" Su Yan looked at him and blinked suspiciously.

"Although I still don't know what happened in the imperial palace of the capital, the emperor will pass this—" Zhu Helin touched the kit through his clothes, "If you hand it over to me, it means something big is going to happen!"

He was vague, and Su Yan was confused.

The fighting outside the house disappeared, the door was slammed, and Commander Wei's panting voice came: "Master, it's safe outside!"

Zhu Helin walked over, opened the door, and saw that the rain washed away the corpses of Jin Yiwei, dyeing half of the courtyard scarlet.

About one-third of the guards of the Eastern Palace died, and many were wounded.With blood spattered on his face, Wei Liangzi leaned on his sword and said, "They refused to be captured without a fight, and we killed more than [-] people, and seven or eight escaped."

Zhu Helin helped him: "Everyone has worked hard. But we can't rest yet, because the enemy's reinforcements will arrive at any time. Bandage the wounds, prepare the horses, and set off immediately with me!"

"Where is the young master going, Nanjing...or return to the capital?" Wei Liangzi asked.

Zhu Helin said: "Go to Xiaoling!"

Xiaoling Mausoleum is at the southern foot of Zhongshan Mountain, not far from the Mausoleum where they live, but it is dark at night, heavy rain, slippery roads, and the wild path is extremely difficult to walk.

A group of people dressed in coir raincoats and holding almost extinguished pine torches rushed to the gate of Xiaoling's shrine with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and the dawn had already lit up.

After the rain, the sky clears and the sun rises.

Zhu Helin took Su Yan to the side hall of the cemetery, on a tall building that looked like a watchtower.He ordered the guards to break open a thin brick surface, took out several large buckets of black miscellaneous lumps, piled them on the top of the stage, and lit them with fire.

Thick black smoke gradually rises, although there is wind, but it does not blow at an angle, like a pillar like a gathering, straight up to the sky, especially visible from tens of miles away.

Su Yan looked up and murmured, "Langyan..."

He had seen beacon smoke at the Shaanxi border. It was used by the defenders to discover the enemy's situation and warn their comrades, and it was passed between beacon towers.The prince burns the wolf smoke in Xiaoling, what can he attract?

When the rain was falling at night, the farmers were in twos and threes, ready to go to the fields with hoes. When one of them looked back, he suddenly saw a wolf smoke rising from Zhongshan.

The morning birds chirped, the master was teaching in the yard, and the children sat neatly on the stone benches, shaking their heads and reading "The Rhyme of Li Weng". "The Smoke House is facing the Snow Cave, the Moon Palace is facing the Heavenly Palace...Look! A huge puff of black smoke is rising up to the Heavenly Palace!" A child pointed to the nearby mountain peak in amazement.

The farmers put down their hoes.

The master put down the book.

The shopkeeper who went from village to household put down his burden.

The fisherman who was fishing under the tree swung his pole and kicked the fish and the basket down the river.

……

As if receiving a grand and silent order, on the land around Zhongshan, young and strong people from all walks of life immediately put down their work and hurried home.

Before entering the house, they are farmers, fishermen, hawkers, bricklayers, carpenters...

When they left home, they unified into warriors, wearing hats and helmets, wearing armor, holding knives and guns, and hanging bows and arrows from their waists. wife and children.

In the star-speed rush, each soldier merged into a small team, and each team merged into a black torrent, marching towards the direction of rising smoke, towards the Xiaoling Mausoleum of Zhongshan where the emperor Taizu sleeps!March!

The guards of the mountain gate and the servants of the Jingu Supervisor were stunned, and they didn't even have the courage to stop the torrent.

Zhu Helin pulled Su Yan down from the watchtower, walked quickly to the gate of the shrine, and faced the awe-inspiring army.

The leading general, with a blue battle robe and skirt covered with a silver helmet and silver armor, and a blue lotus-colored cloak on his back, fluttering in the wind.He strode up to Zhu Helin, and said seriously, "Where is the token?"

Zhu Helin and Su Yan stared at this man's face, stunned for a moment, and lost their voices: "——Mei Zai?"

The general asked sharply, "Where is the token?!"

Zhu Helin took out the kit bag from his bosom, opened it, and handed over the half tiger talisman.

The general took out the other half of the Tiger Talisman from his pocket, and the two matched each other perfectly.The wrong gold inscription on Benhu's body, surrounded by five characters in Xiaozhuan script:

Daming Xiaoling Guard.

The general clasped his fists and knelt down on one knee: "Daming Xiaolingwei, the seventh commander--Mei Changxi, see the monarch!"

At the beginning of the night rain, Jing Hongzhui went to the Cao River to fetch water with a bucket, and saw a few corpses lying on the river bank from a distance.

Falling into the water and drowning?He put the barrel down, walked over and turned the man over.

One of them was still breathing weakly, and was pressed on his abdomen with his fist face, and he vomited a few mouthfuls of muddy water, and was forced into the meridian by the true energy, coughing violently and waking up.

Clothes are of good fabric and meticulous workmanship, which are by no means affordable for ordinary people.There are cocoons in the tiger's mouth.Possessing martial arts and a sense of publicity.Jing Hongzhui made a quick judgment and asked, "Who are you?"

"...It's an official courier from the capital." The man lay on the ground, coughing and said, "Brother Lao, report to an official and let the yamen escort you."

Jing Hong picked him up and walked towards the town along the village road.

The man was very grateful and explained: "It rained heavily for several days, the tank boat we were on had an accident, the boat capsized, and all my companions drowned, and I was the only one left."

Jing Hong pursued, "I'll send you to the county government, and you tell the magistrate yourself. If he doesn't believe you, you'll have to go to jail."

The man replied: "Your county magistrate had better believe me and send people to escort me, otherwise he can't afford the consequences of delay."

Jing Hongzhui found this person interesting, downcast, and arrogant, just like her former self, so she asked one more question: "What are the consequences, can the sky still fall?"

The man reached out his hand to touch the imperial edict hidden in his bosom, and murmured: "Even if it's not completely collapsed, it's almost half collapsed."

Twelve days later, this person was still a short distance away from Nanjing, but a group of "Jinyiwei" carrying false edicts rushed to Zhongshan Mausoleum one step ahead of him.