"Daofu, what can you do?" Suddenly, Ye Xianggao, who had been sitting in the main seat without speaking, asked. He looked on coldly and noticed that Li Sancai had a determined look on his face, as if he had some idea. Upon hearing this,

Hope suddenly rose in everyone's hearts, and they all looked at Li Sancai, who had a cold expression on his face.

"What can you do? As long as you are still within the Ming Dynasty, just wash your neck and wait for death." Li Sancai sneered, extinguishing everyone's hope.

After hearing his words, some people seemed to react and remember something. Their eyes lit up and they murmured, "Not within the Ming Dynasty?!" Faintly, hope flickered in the eyes of these people.

However, they carefully shut their mouths and said nothing. Everyone here has the ability to go to sea behind the scenes. If this layer of window paper is broken and more people escape, the prince will definitely send the navy to pursue them. Then there will be no

Good to run away.

"There is no way to save one's life, but there is a way to leave one's name in history." After Li Sancai finished speaking, he took out two things from his arms, a will and the remains of a will.

"What is this?" Ye Xianggao asked. Others also looked over curiously, wondering why Li Sancai took out this thing at this critical moment.

"The last will and testament of Emperor Daxing." Li Sancai grinned and handed the thing to Ye Xianggao. His sharp-looking teeth shone slightly in the sun, giving people a chilling feeling, as if

The shark is opening its big mouth, giving it a vaguely bloody and ferocious look.

"Handwritten will?" Ye Xianggao was a little skeptical, but he still took it and opened it and browsed slowly. After reading all the contents, his expression suddenly changed and he suddenly became solemn.

"Do you want to..." Ye Xianggao suddenly raised his head and asked in an uncertain tone. As Zhu Changluo's teacher, he was naturally familiar with the other person's handwriting. Although the will written on the scrap of cloth in front of him looked very similar.

, but the difference can be seen in subtle ways. Of course, this requires being very familiar with Zhu Changluo, and ordinary people cannot see it.

It was precisely because he saw that this will was a forgery that he was so surprised and cautious.

"That's right." Li Sancai interrupted without waiting for him to finish, "That's it. Now that the prince's status has been consolidated and he has taken control of the palace, no decree from the emperor can shake his position. But we are literati, and literati kill people.

No need for a knife!" He raised his head, his eyes were bright, but there was an indescribable madness inside, maybe it was the resentment that had been dormant for more than ten years, or maybe it was the last struggle of knowing that he would die.

Li Sancai looked around, his gaze lingering on everyone's face for a while, then he grinned, his white and cold teeth giving off a cold and murderous look.

"Keep notes, write unofficial history, compose opera poems, and slander the prince." He pointed at the two yellow and thick objects, "Write the contents of these two things into our books, spread them everywhere, and pass them on to future generations.

Thousands of years from now, who else will know the truth now? Just like..."

"Official officials and unofficial historians burn books and enslave scholars." He raised his head and laughed, revealing the core of his idea.

British government.

The two princes sat facing each other all night, next to them were four or five empty glass bottles, which were lying on the ground. These were the finest of the palace wines, and only a small amount was produced every month.

Gudu!

Zhang Weixian took another sip of wine. The spicy liquid flowed from the esophagus into the stomach, stimulating all the way and leaving a burning feeling. The burning feeling in his stomach made him suddenly wake up and reply from the confusion after receiving the news just now.

come over.

Opposite him, Zhu Chunchen, Duke of Chengguo, had dull eyes and a confused face as he kept mumbling, "What should I do? What should I do?"

Yes, what to do!

Zhang Weixian let out a long sigh and fell down on the pearwood chair, with a blurred look in his eyes. Who would have thought that the final result would be like this! As for why this happened, Zhang Weixian had no time to investigate. The fact was already like this.

It's no use no matter how you think about it.

Looking blankly at the roof, Zhang Weixian could vaguely feel the pressure of a dark cloud pressing down on the city, and the cloud of death had enveloped him.

He will die, his son will die, his grandson will die, and the British male line that has been passed down for more than two hundred years will all die.

"Grandson..." Suddenly, Zhang Weixian stood up from his chair. He seemed to have thought of something. Zhang Shize, yes, it was Zhang Shize. His direct grandson seemed to be in the prince's Yulin army. At this moment,

He finally remembered the grandson he had forgotten last night.

"If this is the case, there may be a glimmer of hope." Zhang Weixian secretly calculated in his heart, but he turned and glanced at Zhu Chunchen next to him who looked like he was stupid, "But first we have to fool this guy back."

"Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu..." Zhang Weixian shook his head vigorously and woke up Zhu Chunchen.

"Brother, Brother Zhang!!!" After Zhu Chunchen came to his senses, he burst into tears and held Zhang Weixian in pain, "What should I do? What should I do?"

"Lao Zhu, Lao Zhu!" Zhang Weixian shouted and said with a bitter look on his face, "There is nothing we can do. There is nothing we can do anymore. Let's go back to deal with the funeral affairs as soon as possible. Use some secret means and strength to try to keep as many family members as possible.

Bloodline."

Zhu Chunchen, like Zhang Weixian, both served in the Governor's Mansion of the Fifth Army and had a certain amount of troops in their hands. Last night, the two of them tacitly followed the false imperial edict. There was nothing wrong that could be found on the surface, but the matter involved treason.

, any trace of involvement is a major crime, and their behavior is enough.

"Is there...isn't there any way?" Zhu Chunchen's face was full of fear, and his whole body was shaking. In an instant, he seemed to remember something, and said excitedly in a tone of grasping at straws, "Brother,

We can dedicate all our wealth to the prince and ask him to be merciful and spare our lives."

"It's useless, Lao Zhu." Zhang Weixian shook his head, "If we die, everything belongs to the prince, so why spare us!"

Zhang Weixian's words were like the last straw, completely crushing him. He felt as if he had lost his soul, and the vitality on his face dimmed instantly.

"Lao Zhu, go back and prepare..." Zhang Weixian said sadly, if there was a way, no one would want to die.

"Brother, why don't we..." Suddenly, Zhu Chunchen jumped up, interrupted Zhang Weixian's words, and said with a fierce face. His face was ferocious, and Zhang Weixian knew what he was planning at a glance.

"It's useless, Lao Zhu. Let's not talk about the issue of sealing and defense. Just talk about the previous imperial edict. You and I have chosen to abide by it. Now we are deploying troops for peace reasons. Besides, the Zhu Ming royal family is still strong, and they have no internal fighting.

No problem, but it is absolutely difficult for outsiders to interfere."

"Believe it or not, Lao Zhu, as long as you bring people to the gate of Ming Dynasty, as soon as you tell them your purpose, except for your own generals, everyone else will disappear in an instant, and they will even turn their heads against you and kill you.

"Dedicate yourself to meritorious service." Zhang Weixian's tone was bleak. It's not that he has never thought of this method, but it has no chance of winning at all and is an absolute dead end.

What's more, at this time, because of his direct grandson Zhang Shize, he already had concerns in his mind. If nothing unexpected happened, the Zhang family should be able to retain one bloodline, and it would be a direct bloodline. In this case, how could he be willing to take a road of certain death with Zhu Chunchen.

Zhu Chunchen's mind was confused and he didn't think of anything at all. Under Zhang Weixian's persuasion, he rushed home in silence and arranged for the family members to leave the city before the Jin Yiwei came to raid the house.

After sending Zhu Chunchen away, Zhang Weixian let out a long sigh again, and then ordered his servants to gather more than a hundred people in the mansion, including his eldest son Zhang Zhiji, who had been determined to be the next generation successor to the British Duke's family.

Half an hour later, thick smoke billowed from the British palace and raging flames rose into the sky. Hundreds of people in the entire mansion were wiped out. The Zhang Weixian generation, the Zhang Zhiji generation, and the Zhang Shize generation, except for Zhang Shize who was in the palace,

All burned themselves to death.

In the entire British government, except for a few younger sisters of the same generation as Zhang Shize, there was no direct bloodline left alive.

A quarter of an hour after the fire broke out, the water dragon team of the 50% Army and Horse Division rushed over immediately. Because it happened in an area where nobles lived together, they came very quickly. However, the cause of the fire this time was very different.

There is a lot of kerosene, and the water dragon team is of no use at all.

They could only make partitions to prevent the fire from spreading. Half an hour after the fire was extinguished, the entire front yard of the British mansion was burned to a white ground. Only the boudoir where the woman lived in the backyard was still intact.

At this moment, in front of Wumen, a large number of officials gathered. They arrived before dawn and waited quietly.

When they arrived here, the Meridian Gate was wide open and no one was stationed at the gatehouse. Through the dark doorway, they could vaguely see the corpse lying on the ground, as well as large areas of dark red coagulated blood.

The strange scene made some officials who did not know the inside story tremble in their hearts, and they all left far away. Originally, they wanted to leave, but they saw that some officials seemed to be quite calm. Although they still showed fear on their faces, they looked at them clearly.

He seemed to know the inside story.

The officials who did not know the inside story hesitated for a moment, approached officials from their own department or were close friends, and asked in a low voice. Although those officials who knew were mentally prepared, they were still frightened by the scene of corpses everywhere.

When they saw someone coming to inquire, they couldn't wait to tell the inside story so that they could vent their fears.

In the square in front of the Meridian Gate, officials gathered together and talked in low voices. Chief Assistant Fang Congzhe was also surrounded by a group of people, all members of the Zhejiang Party.

And just as they were discussing in detail, the Meridian Gate changed again. A group of soldiers wearing leather armor and holding spears came over and took over the defense of the tower. Then groups of guards in brocade came over in carriages.

Start loading the car with the corpses all over the ground.

After they appeared, all the officials in front of the Meridian Gate were silent and watched silently. Looking at the busy Jin Yiwei, cold sweat broke out on everyone's forehead. They knew that a shocking change was about to begin.
Chapter completed!