The Ming Dynasty started with caution

"Your Majesty, Uncle Ping Jiang and Chen Xiong have arrived in the capital."

Mou Bin stood in the center of the hall.

After the princes waited for half a month, Pingjiang Bo Chen Xiong and Fengyang Governor Zhang Jun and others were sent to the capital by the Jin Yiwei.

All eyes in the main hall fell on the Supreme Emperor Hongzhi.

"Which yamen will the Supreme Emperor hand over?"

The Supreme Emperor Hongzhi picked up the memorial and glanced across the hall calmly. He saw many Southern Zhili officials bowing their heads, and he probably guessed what was going on.

Pingjiang Bofu has been in southern Zhili for more than a hundred years.

If he betrays other gentry, will the court investigate?

If even those gentry are to be imprisoned, who will guarantee the commercial tax of Southern Zhili?

"If Yan Cheng Jin Shang's memorial is complete, Ping Jiangbo will send it to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, right?" Cui Yan bowed his hands.

…

Chang'an Street, Xie Mansion.

Xie Qian just walked into the door, and the steward quickly stepped forward: "Master, Master Chen is here."

"Is it from the capital city or from outside the capital?"

"Outside Beijing."

In the main hall, a man wearing Yunyan Fei robe, six feet tall and wearing black and white soap shoes, stood up and lowered his head when he saw Xie Qian.

"Chen Jun, the governor of Fengyang, has met Mr. Xie!"

Xie Qian pursed his lips and glanced at the door behind him. Upon seeing this, Chen Jun hurriedly said: "Don't worry, sir, no one is following you."

"I'm just afraid that no one will be there, so come with me and tell me outside."

"..." Chen Jun.

When he came outside the mansion and saw the bustling crowd on the street, Xie Qian said, "Just tell me."

At this time, on the second floor of the inn across the street, Fang Xue stared for a few times and said, "Go and report to Mr. Yan that Chen Jun has met Mr. Xie."

The government servant in plain clothes ran quickly downstairs.

Seeing Xie Qian being so cautious, Chen Jun didn't want to say anything anymore, "What does Mr. Xie mean by this?"

Xie Qian pointed to the inn on the second floor opposite, then turned around and asked: "This case is handed over to Yan Chengjin. Do you think there is no one in the inn opposite?!"

"..." Chen Jun.

"..." Fang Xue.

At this moment, in broad daylight, there is no fear that it will reach the ears of the Supreme Emperor.

"If you want to say it, say it here. If you say it in the mansion, you will put me at a disadvantage." Xie Qian looked at Chen Jun with fierce eyes and gritted his teeth.

Chen Jun looked ugly and said, "This is a letter from the Southern Zhili gentry to the people, begging the court to release Ping Jiangbo!"

He reached deep into his chest and took out a book written in the blood of all peoples.

The handwriting on it was dripping with blood and stretched twelve feet long. It was densely packed with the names of the gentry's petitions.

Xie Qian shook his head helplessly, his eyes fell on the middle of Wanmin Book, there were two words that deeply hurt his eyes.

Shady!

Chen Jun's face was serious and he almost knelt down in front of Xie Qian, "Uncle Ping Jiang asked his subordinates to come find Mr. Xie. This time he enters the Metropolitan Procuratorate. It depends on Mr. Xie whether he can come out."

Pingjiang Bo Chen Xiong and Mr. Xie are good friends, but this time they only care about Mr. Xie.

…

Forbidden City, Metropolitan Procuratorate.

"Your Excellency, the gentry of Nanzhili are asking for Pingjiang Bo's pardon." Fang Xue came back to report the information.

Yan Chengjin picked up the wolfberry tea and took a sip like an old scholar.

"I wonder if Fang Xue has ever regressed. Please listen to the question."

"Master Yan, please speak!"

"Why do gentlemen write in blood?"

Fang Xue thought carefully and deliberated for a long time before he said, "Ping Jiangbo's silk, cloth, porcelain and other businesses in Nanzhili are intricately connected. If he is imprisoned, the gentry will suffer huge losses."

Just like King Ning, after leaving Nanchang City, his life became decadent, and prosperity turned into decline.

Pingjiang Bo had been in charge of water transportation for more than a hundred years, and perhaps caused greater turmoil than King Ning.

After all, King Ning is only in Nanchang City.

And Ping Jiangbo involves all the prefectures and counties along the Grand Canal.

Yan Chengjin's face turned serious and he raised his eyes slightly, "I will test you again. What will happen if I ask Uncle Ping Jiang to be jailed and his house confiscated?"

"Your Excellency will definitely be criticized by thousands of people." Fang Xue thought for a moment and said, "So, this matter must be done by a lower official."

clever.

He is worthy of being my clone.

"Brother Fang's understanding ability has been greatly improved. I will take a few days off to wait for the good news from Brother Fang." Yan Chengjin picked up his official hat and walked out of the palace.

…

Fengtian Temple,

The silence in the hall is a very dangerous signal.

The two young eunuchs opened a twelve-foot-long blood letter, which was handwritten by the great gentry of Nanzhili. There were probably more than 3,000 people there, begging for Ping Jiangbo's pardon.

"I'm in a hurry to enter the capital. After a while, there will be blood letters sent to the capital." Pingjiang Bo Chen Xiong looked solemn.

The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty stared at the blood book and checked whether the words on it were written by one person.

"How can we be sure that this is a blood letter?" Fang Xue asked.

Written in blood is public opinion, and the court will not simply ignore public opinion.

"The imperial court can send Jin Yiwei to Jiangnan to check. I am waiting in the prison of the Metropolitan Procuratorate!" Chen Xiong curled his lips and glanced at the official of the Metropolitan Procuratorate with dissatisfaction.

"Where is Yan Qing's family?"

"Master Yan is going to take a leave of absence for a few days, and I will leave the matter to you to investigate." Fang Xue took out the prepared petition without any haste: "I beg, so that Pingjiang Bo Chen Xiong can avoid death and take back the imperial edicts of all dynasties. Iron coupons, confiscated homes and sent troops to garrison Hainan.

As for his sons, Chen Jun and others who had no immunity from death, they were all beheaded. "

The princes' eyes widened, no wonder Yan Chengjin didn't go to court, even the crime had been decided.

Chen Xiong knelt on the ground, holding the gold medal for immunity from death in his hand.

"I changed the ancestral system to make it easier for the people to pay for food. The price of rice fluctuates, so it is better to pay for it directly. Moreover, the rice used is used to escort the officers and soldiers!"

Chen Jun was also trembling.

Some officials from Southern Zhili saw that Pingjiang Bo Chen Xiong's argument had some basis, so they stood up to plead for Chen Xiong.

Xie Qian felt a headache. Ever since the Liangxiang Chamber of Commerce went to Jiangnan, Yan Chengjin has been constantly attacking Jiangnan.

First, he attacked Prince Ning, and then Pingjiang Bo.

I don’t know how many century-old cloth shops and century-old tea shops will be confiscated by the court.

“What does the Ministry of Justice think?” The retired emperor Hongzhi looked at Wang Ao.

“I think that he should be sent to Hainan as Fang Xue said!” Wang Ao had read the evidence sent by the Censorate. He was from Wu County, Suzhou Prefecture, and knew something about Pingjiang Bo’s affairs.

But crimes also have different severity, and it is unforgivable to change the ancestral system.

“As Fang Xue said, Chen Xiong was sent to Hainan, the Jinyiwei went south to confiscate the family, and the children of Pingjiang Bo’s mansion were executed!” Zhu Houzhao said happily.

…

Yan Mansion,

Looking at the ranking of Hui merchants’ wealth assessment in Nanzhili, Pingjiang Bo is already dead.

There are many famous families like Xie Qian and Wang Hua, whose business is spread all over Jiangnan, and it is difficult for Liangxiang Chamber of Commerce to squeeze into them.

Yan Chengjin took a bite of the watermelon and didn't chew it for a long time.

"Does my husband have something on his mind?" Li Qing'e asked.

Zhu Houzhao lay on the crescent bamboo chair beside him, smiling: "Of course I have something on my mind. Who will Lao Gao persecute next?"

"..." Yan Chengjin.

"You let Wang Bushui do business with Pingjiang Bo first, but you impeached him in the court. Now Pingjiang Bo has been arrested and imprisoned, and the whole mansion has been confiscated. You don't have to pay back the money you owe. Give me a piece of watermelon, otherwise I will report to my father."

"..." Yan Chengjin.

He Neng walked over quickly, "Master, just now Lord Li sent someone to tell me that the cabinet will hold a morning meeting tomorrow, and you are not allowed to take a day off. Otherwise, I will come to find you in person, and Lord Xie also sent someone to tell me..."

Li Dongyang became the chief minister of the cabinet, and it is inevitable to have a meeting.

It seems that I still have to take a leave tomorrow.

At the beginning of the month, I ask for monthly tickets, thank you everyone~~