Chapter 1,213 Ming Shizong traveled to the underworld at night? Go and invite the Heavenly Master!
"Captain, the cause of Zhao Wenhua's death is unknown..."
Zhu Qi stepped forward and presented Wu Zuo's corpse.
Lu Bing looked at it carefully and pressed his eyebrows, feeling a little headache.
Some time ago, the activities of the White Lotus Sect were frequent, and the Jinyi Guards were very vigilant. Recently, they have finally calmed down. Unexpectedly, another high-ranking official died...
The key point is that the most experienced Wu Zuo can't even figure out whether it was a sudden illness or a murder.
Of course, there are still directions for investigating the case. Jin Yiwei soon learned from Zhao Wenhua's wife his recent actions. It was this person who stabbed Yan and his son in the back.
The motivation is there.
Yan Dang and Qingliu became the biggest suspects.
Needless to say, Yan Dang wanted to kill him as a warning to others, so that other officials could see Zhao Wenhua's fate and not dare to have any second thoughts. Qingliu, on the other hand, was not resentful that Yan Dang had gotten through safely and wanted to cause trouble again.
However, there is something strange in this: "The strict party wants Zhao Wenhua to die tragically, and there are ways to make him irreversible. Qingliu does not seem to dare to murder the imperial officials. Could it be that someone fished in troubled waters and disturbed the current situation? His death was silent and his death was unmistakable.
Were the wounds caused by cultivators?"
Zhu Qi suggested: "Would you like to ask Li Tianshi for advice? With his cultivation, he will definitely be able to tell..." Lu Bing shook his head slightly: "That's inappropriate!"
Zhao Wenhua had a sensitive identity and died in a strange way. If he got involved, he might be a coquettish person.
What's more, unless there is extremely detailed evidence, even if it is a heavenly master, once he testifies, he will be suspected of political struggle.
Zhu Qi also realized that he had made a mistake: "It's because my subordinates didn't think well..."
Lu Bingdao: "First write down what illness Zhao Wenhua had during his lifetime, and let his wife testify before talking about anything else." Zhu Qi understood that there was no external injury anyway, so this was just a guarantee. As for the cause of death, it would depend on the development of the court.
How can you be sensible and how can you die?
Lu Bing is naturally familiar with these tasks, but he has a bottom line: "Take good care of his family and leave some money to send back to Zhejiang."
Zhao Wenhua was extremely greedy, and his family's mansion was extravagant and rich. The property he had sold off in a hurry these days was even more sinful. He might not be able to keep such a huge wealth while alive, let alone after death. Jin Yiwei would certainly not be polite.
Just as he was thinking about how much to distribute to each party after swallowing, Zhu Si hurriedly came behind him: "Captain, the palace has been alarmed!"
Lu Bing was not surprised. Jiajing seemed to be devoted to Qing Dynasty, but in fact he had control over all major affairs in the court. However, the chaos in the Yan Mansion reported by Zhu Si next made him very surprised: "Yan Donglou wants to divorce his wife and marry a famous prostitute.
Mr. Yan Ge was so angry that he collapsed?"
Zhu Si also thought it was ridiculous, but this was indeed true news: "Now the Yan Mansion is in chaos, the elder Yan Ge has fallen ill, and all parties have taken action after hearing the news..."
Lu Bing shook his head repeatedly: "I'm so arrogant. I really think that I am an old man. Once I quit my job, I lost my composure like this!"
He and Yan Shifan were still sons and daughters, and Yan Shifan's wife, Mrs. Wu, had met before. She was a very dignified and virtuous wife. She regarded the act of divorcing his wife and marrying a prostitute as a way of venting, and did not consider that she really fell in love with that woman.
Possibility of prostitution...
In this way, looking at the facts of Zhao Wenhua's case, Lu Bing felt much more relaxed: "Once this incident comes out, no one will pay attention to this case anymore."
If nothing happened to Yan and his son, Zhao Wenhua's death would undoubtedly be a top priority, but now the focus of the government and the public has definitely turned to that, and the truth of the case is no longer important.
Lu Bing quickly left with Zhu San and Zhu Qi, and the remaining Jin Yiwei began to count their belongings. As for the corpse covered with cloth, no one paid attention to it anymore, so he couldn't notice it. A soul was lingering around, never noticing.
Want to leave.
His expression was blank at first, then gradually turned into pain, and finally turned into ferociousness. He identified the direction and headed towards Xiyuan.
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"Yan Shifan is really fooling around!"
In the Xiyuan, Jiajing raised his eyebrows.
Who wouldn't be happy to hear such an unexpected farce?
He tried hard to suppress his gloating smile: "Let the Taiyuan Hospital send an imperial doctor to take a look at Mr. Yan Ge, don't be so angry that your body will be broken..."
However, after being happy, Jiajing's face gradually darkened again. It was actually not appropriate for Yan Song to fall down at this time.
Just as Yan Song taught Yan Maoqing and Luo Longwen, at this critical moment when the national treasury is empty, the only solution is to increase revenue and reduce expenditure.
Restarting the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau and selling silk to the West is an open source.
As for saving money, that means reducing expenses, especially those in the palace...
Jiajing was very annoyed by this. He only had eight sets of regular clothes for the four seasons. He changed them to dry cleaning and wet clothes. It was so simple. How could he save money?
That's why he agreed to Yan Song's request and asked Yan Maoqing to go south to inspect the salt, clear the salt tax, and use it for national purposes.
But now, if Yan Song falls ill, Qingliu will definitely take the lead. I am afraid there will be another round of troubles against Yan, and no one will care about the real state affairs.
Thinking of this, Jiajing said coldly: "If Yan Shifan, an unfilial son, could learn from his father's ability to take into account the overall situation, he would not be in such trouble. I really indulged him too much in the past!"
The eunuch Bingbi serving today was Yang Jinshui. Seeing Jiajing getting angry, he remembered Lu Fang's care and did not dare to follow suit. He just held his breath and acted cautiously.
Jiajing noticed him and suddenly asked: "How is the Jiangnan Weaving Bureau?"
Yang Jinshui hurriedly bowed down and said, "If I return to my master, the preliminary preparations have been completed. We only need to wait for the sea route to be clear before we can trade with Western merchants."
Jiajing did not follow the trick of painting big cakes, and said directly: "How many taels of silver will be used from the treasury next?" Yang Jinshui's face changed slightly, but he did not dare to lie, so he could only say in a slightly lower voice: "It will cost fifty.
Wan Liang..."
As the Minister of Household Affairs of the Ming Dynasty, Jiajing was well aware of these expenditures and knew that the amount was not large: "The Weaving Bureau and the Shipping Department have been abandoned for many years. They have been reactivated. Without 500,000 taels of silver, it is indeed impossible. This hole is
, we may be able to survive the difficult times only by supplementing the autumn tax and planting flowers. I am afraid that there will be another disaster, and even more man-made disasters..."
Yang Jinshui wanted to say, "The master is as virtuous as heaven, and he will surely protect the Ming Dynasty, bring good weather, and make the country peaceful and peaceful for the people." But when he heard the word man-made disaster, he immediately realized that he meant something and quickly shut his mouth.
Jiajing did have a goal. He remembered it very clearly. It was said in "Records of Taizu" that "sea roads can lead to foreign countries. If you don't restrain yourself, everyone will be tempted to gain and fall into the punishment system."
The meaning of this sentence is that people will not think about working through private trade at sea. It is purely commercial and must be prohibited.
In fact, Zhu Yuanzhang did give an order that people who did not engage in farming but were engaged in business could be arrested. The "Da Ming Huidian" even contained a clear text that merchants were not allowed to wear silk and satin, but after all, they could not control the rise of merchants.
Especially in coastal areas, the Japanese pirates are causing such ferocious riots. Who are the biggest promoters behind them? Do you think he, the emperor of tomorrow, doesn’t know this?
The atmosphere in the Yuxi Palace became more and more solemn, Yang Jinshui knelt quietly, and the servants around him did not dare to express their anger, until Jiajing pondered for a long time and slowly spoke: "The Jiangnan Weaving Bureau is ready, don't disappoint me!
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It's a pity that he is not Taizu after all. He doesn't have the ruthlessness and determination to kill everyone, and the current situation of the country cannot allow it. If he really wants to attack the gentry and merchants, the tax-heavy Jiangnan will probably be in chaos soon...
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Yang Jinshui hurriedly kowtowed: "I will do my best to share my master's worries!" Jiajing nodded slightly.
Yang Jinshui is already a capable eunuch among the ceremonial officials, so he can be entrusted with this matter. If the other eunuchs are released, they will only do mischief and make the people miserable. The key is that in the end, the money will not be able to enter the treasury... You have to rely on money after all.
Strict Party!
"Open the furnace! I want to make elixirs for Mr. Yange!"
After thinking this, Jiajing's attitude changed and he got up and walked to the alchemy room.
In the past, he would only give Yan Song a fatal blow by refining the elixir and giving him medicine at this juncture. But now he really showed concern and skillfully refined the elixir and gave it to the chief assistant who had worked so hard and accomplished so much.
After refining the sweet elixir and meditating for a while, Jiajing felt inexplicably tired and restless. He put his five hearts toward the sky and tried his best to enter the realm of emptiness and clarity.
He has been practicing for decades. Even if his mind is messy and he is not at all quiet and inactive, he has been able to rest in a meditative posture for a long time, and his breathing will soon become softer.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiajing slowly opened his eyes.
The heavy feeling of fatigue did not disappear, but his body was too heavy to move. This feeling made Jiajing very uncomfortable: "Are you going to be sleepless again?"
However, this time it was not insomnia. The lights in the monastery that stayed on all night disappeared, and as the gauze curtains swayed, gusts of cold wind came whistling.
Jiajing frowned and was about to scold those lazy slaves when his face suddenly froze because a white shadow floated down from the sky and looked at him faintly.
The appearance of the other party was frightening, but there was no blood on his face, so Jiajing recognized the identity of the person at a glance: "Zhao Wenhua?"
Compared with the turmoil of Yan Song and Yan Shifan, Zhao Wenhua's death is not worth mentioning. Of course, there were reports, but Jiajing passed by and didn't take it to heart at all. Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes at night, the soul of the other party was floating there.
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The ghost spoke slowly: "I died so miserably... Revenge... Avenge me!"
Jiajing's hair stood on end as he hurriedly agreed: "I will make the decision for you and find the real culprit. You... go in peace!"
The ghost shook his head: "You don't mean it. You don't mean it. I'm burned by the fire of karma. It's so painful. Your sins are heavier than mine. Why aren't you burned by the fire of karma?"
Jiajing's fear did not disappear, but after hearing these words, he also widened his eyes and said in a deep voice: "What sin can I say?"
The ghost hissed: "If you are innocent of any sin, come with me to the underworld. Let's fight it out before the King of Hell and see if the people in the world will forgive you!"
After saying that, it actually floated over, stretched out its empty hands, and grabbed it.
When the pale face filled the entire sight, the scream of the Emperor of Heaven finally echoed in the hall: "Guard...Guard...Heavenly Master save me! Heavenly Master save me!!"