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Xu Jie's eyes finally opened slowly. He glanced at the black veil handed over by Wang Tingxiang, then turned his eyes to Mén and said hatefully: "Be smart! Did I ask you to torture yourself? Do you know how deep the water in the court is? Such a big thing, I actually hiding it with them to hide it from me, and said I was loyal to me!"

Wang Ting said in a dead face: "I don't want to hide it from Yuan Weng, but when they told me that they asked me in advance that it was Yuan Weng's intention, I didn't think much about it, and I was caught by the lard and believed it to be true."

"You are not being watched by lard, you are being watched by lard!" Xu Jie said mercilessly: "If you are determined to please the future prime minister, you will not take me, the current prime minister seriously!"

Wang Tingxiang lowered his head. Although Xu Jie's approval was granted by Xu Jie when he modified the script without authorization and conducted a sudden trial in Shandong, he was the first and then reported... He thought the journey from Huizhou to the capital was long, and it would be fine if he was late for a few days, so he responded to the request of the cabinet master and sold it to him.

Who would have thought that what happened next would be lost control... In order to ask for confessions, Wanlun actually used the torture instruments from Dongchang to interrogate and beat him to death. Now he was confirmed to have collusion with Dongchang, and he couldn't explain it even if he had any words.

"As the imperial censor, as the court's Fengxian, should be upright and open, and swear to the silence of evil spirits. Now he is in a relationship with the darkest Dongchang, tortures a first-rank official to death. He has really read all history books, and has never seen it!" Xu Jie was really angry, because only when everyone plays according to the rules can he be invincible in the world. Now some people break through the bottom line and do not follow the rules, which has caused more people to not abide by the rules. Who else would really listen to the words of his prime minister?

"This fact is too strange. As long as Hu Zongxian is allowed to enter Beijing alive, it would not have attracted so much criticism!" Wang Tingxiang said with a frown: "After all, the verified charge is enough to send him to the execution ground. I just couldn't imagine how he died, and it was such a way to die..."

Seeing that he was still struggling with this kind of gourd problem, Xu Jie raised his head and sighed deeply: "Everyone said that I know people and take good care of them, why did I use someone like you!"

"The officials know that whether I believe it or not, all the officials believe it." Wang Tingxiang nodded and said with a look of shame: "In order to avoid pulling out the radish and bringing out the mud, the court will definitely not want to investigate it carefully, so I will probably bear this crime... A second-rank censor paid Hu Zongxian's life, which is enough."

"..." Xu Jie looked at him. He was so loyal that he was reluctant to give up. However, he had already agreed to Shen Mo's conditions and always had to do it. Thinking of this, a cloud of evil fire rose in Xu Jie's heart: "How could a foolproof thing get into such a field?" He couldn't help but feel a lot of resentment towards the student who was secretly making a decision, and then asked: "I'll ask you again, who is instructing you behind your back?"

"Yuan Weng, don't ask." Wang Tingxiang raised his head and said, "In this extraordinary time, we should be united and united to the outside world... They are all your life, and they are also my friends of the same year. If the relatives are hurt and the enemy is happy, don't do it anymore..."

Xu Jie was also sad, obviously being hurt by Wang Tingxiang's words, the most worrying thing in his heart. People sighed: "You have me and I have you, things will be bad here. They treat you as a gun and a shield. You have to protect them wholeheartedly, and say it is for me and the overall situation! What is for me and why? It is not because they promised you that as long as they don't offer them out, your wife and son will all be taken care of by them..."

Wang Tingxiang lowered his head again, and was indeed hit by Xu Jie.

"This time, they are not only using you, but also me, Xu Shaohu." Xu Jie said coldly, "I am almost seventy years old. I am plotting by these good students. Sooner or later I will end up ruining..."

Wang Tingxiang was stunned and stared at Xu Jie blankly.

"Do you think I am indestructible?" Xu Jie waved his hand tiredly and said, "Those people can't count on it. Without me, they can't even protect themselves... You go down, I will try my best to leave you a way out."

"Thank you, Yuan Weng!" Wang Tingxiang was ecstatic. It seemed that he was still useful, otherwise Mr. Xu would not say that. He quickly kowtowed hard and said, "From now on, I will only listen to Yuan Weng, and say whatever you want! If you don't want to say, I won't say a word!" This was his purpose to come to Xu Jie. Those people wanted to put aside themselves, but they were not polite.

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In the next few days, there was no sign of cooling down. Instead, the public opinion became increasingly popular because the people also joined in to join in the fun... Many of the remarkable repertoire and operas compiled after the victory of the anti-Japanese war, such as "Ding Southeast", "The Legend of the Cong Pinghai", "Treading Wufeng", "Qi Family Army", etc., which were no longer popular, were reprinted and performed in teahouses and theaters.

In addition, those who are interested in fanning the flames, the people in the capital realized that General Hu, who was leading the anti-Japanese war, had been killed and his body was transported to the capital. The standards for the right and wrong of the people were either black or white. Since General Hu eliminated the Japanese pirates and defended the country, he was a great hero and a good person! If he was killed again, he would be immediately promoted to a saint.

For example, Yu Qian and Yu Shaobao, there are actually many dark places in his own right. However, because he defended Beijing, saved the country's fortune, and was killed by Emperor Yingzong, he became a sacred and undesecrated existence in the hearts of the people in the capital. Whoever dares to say a bad word and wait for the group to attack him.

Those who killed them were naturally thrown into the ranks of unforgivable bad people. For example, Shi Heng, Xu Youzhen and others, no matter how much they made, the people would still be despised when they mentioned it. Even Emperor Yingzong was not forgiven by the people.

For heroes, suffering in life and sacrificial death, it seems that they are their destiny. Hu Zongxian also used his death to wash away all the charges and became a presence like Yu Qian in the hearts of the people. Therefore, these dramas were widely sought after, and the scenes were full, and merchants naturally made a fortune. Since the people were happy to see them, the teahouses in the capital will not be in trouble with customers. They all stopped other songs and performed the "Hu Dashuai" series.

Hu Zongxian's reputation rose like a rocket, and seemed to have the momentum of "talking about General Hu in the city". Naturally, some people became uneasy, so Shuntian Mansion secretly ordered various entertainment venues to reduce the number of anti-Japanese dramas, and not to follow the trend and exaggerate Hu Zongxian's personal achievements. They should perform more negative Yan dramas such as "East Tower Qing" and "Mingfeng Ji" "Beating Yan Song" to cool down the crazy.

There are also people with ulterior motives who fanned and ignited fire among the officials, saying that if the Censorate fell into a cesspool and drowned, how could he have a finished egg when he collapsed? The good days of the Censors Kedao's censors will come to an end and they can no longer regard themselves as justice. The emperor must take this opportunity to avenge them well, and the censors will become rats crossing the street... This trick was beautiful and successfully developed the Censors' shared hatred of the enemy, making them let go of their investigation of the truth, put the overall situation first, and the guns were consistent with the outside world, and no longer doing such self-harm.

Those people spared no expense to buy a large number of idle people, doing nothing all day long, just wandering around crowded places. Whenever someone said that Hu Damao Hu would jump out and shouted that Hu Zongxian's charges for embezzlement and bribery, and the creation of imperial edicts were undoubtedly true. Such a person could not be an exaggeration to kill him, how could he be compared with Yu Shaobao?

Of course, there will be more people who loudly defend their idols. The two sides will scold each other. The more they scold, the more they become angry, and then they will fight and even cause death... The situation in the capital, which was originally uneasy, suddenly became even more nervous. Undercurrents surging, and the fire on the surface is full of anger, making everyone feel restless and uneasy.

However, on the ninth day of November, all the disputes and noise came to an abrupt end, because this was the day when Hu Zongxian's coffin entered Beijing.

Starting from the night of the eighth day of the lunar month, heavy snow fell across the sky. Throughout the night, the wind stirred up the snow, snow wrapped around the wind, and stirred up a gust of thunder. The sudden heavy wind and snow seemed to indicate that the Ming Dynasty would experience another uneasy dynasty.

When it was dawn, the wind stopped and the snow was gone. People pushed me out and saw that the world was covered with silver. When they thought of today's days, it seemed as if God was mourning for the Marshal Hu who died unjustly. Even God was like this, let alone us ordinary people? These days, the people in the capital who were inculcated by opera and storytelling have gone out of their mourning and walked towards Yongding to welcome Marshal Hu's coffin.

There are so many people in the city. Even the area close to the edge of the city is invisible and the crowds that cannot be seen inside and outside, extending more than ten miles out. Although there are many people, they are not noisy at all. Obviously, most of them are not here to watch the fun. Many people spontaneously put on incense tables, wine, spiritual banners and offerings, and some people tied white cloth around their waists... The atmosphere is solemn and solemn, which shocked the audience.

This is something that no one can organize, it is mourning from the people... In the simple world view of the people, there are not so many complex things. Those who can defend their country and fight against the invaders are heroes; those who are tortured halfway and beaten to death are wronged.

It is that simple that the people are willing to comfort and commemorate this unjustly hero.

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At that time, Shuntian Prefecture had already joined forces with the military officers to gather on the Mén Tower in the city, ready to disperse the people who were welcomed for sacrifice at any time. However, when he saw the long crowd of people under the city tower, Shuntian Prefecture He hesitated and waited for the Censor of the City torture to issue an order. Li Xuedao, the Censor of the City torture, was still carrying the wounds given by the eunuchs. He had the deepest sympathy for Hu Zongxian who was tortured by the Dongchang. If Shuntian Prefecture He did not give orders, he would naturally not say anything.

"Hurry up, why are you hesitating!" A young official wearing a sixth-grade official uniform hurried from the city and said, "The later it is the more difficult!"

"It's too late." The Censor of the City Survey looked towards the distance and said softly.

Following his gaze, the few people looked at the Beijing camp together, and saw teams of soldiers, lined up in neat rows, and set up defense lines on both sides of the post road. Three steps and five steps, one whistle behind them, and they stood still. Although they did not take weapons, they seemed majestic and strict.

However, their formations were like five thunderbolts for several officials in the city: "Why did the army be dispatched? Whose order is this?"

"My order!" With this sound, Tan Lun, the left-hand man in the Ministry of War, appeared on the Mén Building in the city.

"Mr. Tan, it seems that the Beijing camp has not been responsible for the vigilance!" the sixth-rank official said with wide eyes.

"Who are you?" Tan Lun looked down on him.

"I..." The young official was speechless for a moment and found that he was rash.

"This is from the cabinet," the prefect of Shuntian quickly introduced vaguely, then turned around and said, "Mr. Tan, the unauthorized dispatch of the army is a serious crime!"

"Who said I've dispatched the army?" Tan Lun smiled coldly and said, "Let's open my eyes and see, they are not wearing military uniforms or weapons..." As he said, "They are visiting soldiers from the southeast, and most of them have fought under the command of General Hu for many years. Today, General Manager passed by the barracks with his coffin. If they were not allowed to come out to deliver the goods, I, the general manager of the Beijing camp, would be unable to do it."

"But... I will have a luàn..." the young official couldn't help but say.

"If they don't come, they will have a son! I will take all the responsibility!" Tan Lun stared at him and said contemptuously: "If you don't agree, go find your master," and said, "It's useless to you!" Then he strode down the city tower.

"You are in trouble!" The official was young and energetic, and he was flattered by others wherever he went. How could he have received such contempt?

But Tan Lunli ignored him and went straight to the city.

After he went down to the city, he was about to meet with the officials of the Ministry of War who came with him, but he saw hundreds of prisoners wearing blue robes slowly coming from a distance. The one who walked in front was their wine priest Xu Wei and Xu Wenchang.

"Why are you here?" Xu Wei was wearing a vegetarian shirt and wearing white cloth on his head. When he saw Tan Lun, he said in a deep voice: "I thought no one in the six ministries dared to come."
Chapter completed!