Chapter 435 The plan to assassinate the King of England
The officials of the Sixth Department of Yanjing did not look very good-looking.
This guy Wang Dong is so ruthless that he actually asked them to write blood letters.
"What? Sirs, you are not afraid of such a trivial matter, are you?" Seeing their hesitation, Wang Dong mocked disdainfully.
"If you don't even dare to write a bloody letter, you still want to deal with His Royal Highness? I think there is no need to continue the rest, right?"
His words matched his attitude, mocking Laman.
Li Huairen, the Secretary of the Ministry of Justice, exploded: "Wang Dong, stop looking down on others. It's just a blood letter. Do you really dare not treat me as an official?"
"Someone, bring me a silver needle!"
The words fell silent for a long time.
In his excitement, Li Huairen seemed to have forgotten that not everyone could be admitted into this room.
In order to prevent leaks, they now meet in secret.
They always ask trusted officials to come in first to clean and decorate. They will only enter the room after those people have finished decorating and left.
No one was allowed to approach the room until they finished talking.
Although the people in the room have different grades, they are all high officials of the imperial court, and there is not a single servant.
Naturally, he would not listen to Li Huairen's orders.
Seeing that no one responded to him, Li Huairen had an embarrassed look on his face, and he was a little embarrassed to get off the stage.
He glanced around the table, and when he saw those tea cups, his eyes suddenly lit up.
He just picked up a tea cup and threw it to the ground.
Wow!
The tea cup fell into pieces.
Li Huairen bent down and picked up a sharp piece of porcelain, gritted his teeth and cut off his finger.
The sharp porcelain shard left a wound on the skin, bleeding profusely.
Li Huairen used the blood from the wound on his finger to stamp heavily on the document Wang Dong took out.
Directly on it, a fingerprint made of blood was left.
After pressing the button, Li Huairen looked at Wang Dong proudly.
That means I won't say it again.
"Now you know how powerful I am, right? Who are you looking down on?"
Li Huairen had not been proud for long when the Minister of Civil Affairs waved to him.
"Master Li, come here."
Li Huairen did not dare to be negligent in the slightest when summoned by the Minister of Civil Affairs.
He quickly walked over as he was told, smiling with a flattering look on his face: "Sir, what are your orders?"
"Raise your hand," the official official said calmly.
Li Huairen raised his intact arm.
The Minister of Libu frowned and said, "I'm talking about the other hand."
Li Huairen suddenly looked confused.
But he still smiled and reluctantly raised his arm.
Seeing the fingers with blood still on them, the official minister was very satisfied.
He directly rubbed his finger on Li Huairen's injured finger. After it was stained with some blood, he also pressed the fingerprint.
Everyone imitates the beginning of the Book of Officials.
"Master Li, your blood has already been shed anyway, and it will be wasted if it is not used."
The Minister of Rites also came over and rubbed Li Huairen's bleeding hand.
The same is true for the Minister of Finance.
Some other officials from the Sixth Ministry came together and surrounded Li Huairen on three levels inside and three levels outside.
"Thank you, Mr. Li."
"Master Li, thank you for your hard work. I will definitely give you a generous gift later."
It's not that Li Huairen didn't want to resist, but surrounded by so many people, he couldn't do anything at all.
"You bastards, stop it!"
He tried to break free, but seven or eight people held his hand.
Not to mention that he is just a weak scholar, even if a mighty general on the battlefield is suppressed by so many people, it will be difficult to move.
What's more, his arm had been broken by Zhu Han before, so he didn't dare to move it at all.
"Ah!" Li Huairen suddenly let out a scream.
"Asshole, use blood as you wish. Don't touch my arm. It's almost broken."
Others were also afraid of what might happen to Li Huairen's blood supply station.
The strength to control Li Huairen suddenly relaxed a lot.
After this incident, Li Huairen did not dare to move casually.
Just now, he clearly felt that the bones of his arm were almost broken by them again.
Everyone was still in a hurry, using the blood on Li Huairen's fingers.
However, when Li Huairen cut his finger, he did not dare to use all his strength, and the wound was not particularly large.
After being used by the previous ministers, the wound has begun to heal.
"Huh? What should I do if there seems to be no blood?"
"This is not simple yet. Wouldn't it be better to open another hole?"
"Open it wider, otherwise there will be no more blood after it heals."
Stab.
I don't know who it was, but without any courtesy, I picked up the porcelain piece on which Li Huairen had just cut his finger, and made another cut on his hand.
Others' actions were not as measured as Li Huairen's own actions.
The wound was so open that almost all the bones were visible, and the wound ran through the entire knuckle.
The blood spurted out like a fountain.
"Enough is enough with you bastards. If you go too far, believe it or not, I will really fall out with you."
Those people didn't care about Li Huairen's threat at all.
"Quick, quick, quick! There's more blood now."
These people were all hands-on and used Li Huairen's blood to stamp their fingerprints on the blood book.
After they finished all this, Li Huairen's originally injured arm became a little pale due to too much blood loss.
Seeing this farce, Wang Dong shook his head contemptuously.
He wouldn't even use his own blood to write a blood letter.
This shows how selfish these officials in the Six Ministries of Yanjing are.
The Minister of Civil Affairs handed the document covered with bloody fingerprints to Wang Dong.
"Master Wang, are you satisfied now?"
Everyone knew in their hearts that this document was a sharp sword hanging above their heads.
Moreover, they had set up this sharp sword themselves.
There is no way, even if they want to disagree.
If anyone dares not to sign, he will never get out of here alive.
This is a serious crime against the British King Zhu Han and rebellion.
No one can guarantee that those who have not signed or pledged will be sold right out of the door.
This document is actually more like a declaration of surrender than a document of surrender.
Only in this way can everyone truly feel at ease.
"Master Wang." The Minister of Civil Affairs said coldly: "Can you tell me your plan now?"
Wang Dong put the document away close to his body: "Actually, it's not a big deal. His Royal Highness, you will pass by Qipan Street tomorrow..."
"As for the Ministry of War Di Rui Cavalry Camp, I remember it was stationed next to Qipan Street."
"Although the guards around His Royal Highness are all experts who are as good as ten, they only have more than fifty people after all."
"As long as we can catch him by surprise..."
Wang Dong said, and made a beheading gesture: "Even though His Royal Highness is a genius... But after all, he is just an ordinary person, not an invincible general."
"Even Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, who was so powerful that he was so powerful, could only end up committing suicide in Wujiang River."
"I don't believe that King Zhu Han of England can be more powerful than Xiang Yu."
It turned out that Wang Dong had this idea.
The eyes of the six officials all fell on the Minister of War.
At this time, the power of the Minister of War in Yanjing is still very great.
In order to build a new capital, the troops originally stationed in Yanjing were transferred away by Zhu Yuanzhang.
The new garrison troops have not arrived yet.
In this case, the Ministry of War does have the right to directly mobilize some troops.
Of course, the Ministry of War has no right to stop the formation of a large-scale army.
But it's just a sharp cavalry camp, and it's really just a matter of a word from the Ministry of War.
But everyone also knows that mobilizing the army is one thing, but what they want to do now is to let the people from the Ruiqi Camp intercept and kill the British King Zhu Han.
This situation is completely different.
Li Huairen was the first to stand up and question: "Is there something wrong with your brain, Wang Dong? Even the Ministry of War cannot let people from Ruiqi Camp attack the King of England's chariot."
"You don't think that others are fools, do you?"
Officials from the other six ministries also nodded.
"What Mr. Li said makes sense, but this is too taken for granted."
"It's just nonsense. This kind of thing will never succeed."
"Even if you try to deceive the soldiers, as soon as they see the King of England's carriage, they will immediately understand what is going on. You can't deceive anyone at all!"
Wang Dong still had a smile on his face and didn't care about these people's accusations at all.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Li Huairen suddenly sneered disdainfully.
"Wang Dong, why didn't you speak? Could it be that you didn't even think of such a thing?"
"A waste like you, you still want to deal with the King of England? You still want to drag us into trouble, stop daydreaming?"
Li Huairen was the only one who jumped out to question Wang Dong.
Although other people also had suspicions, no one stood up and said anything.
After all, their situation is different now.
Everyone has a clue that falls into Wang Dong's hands, and it is enough to make the nine clans of his own family buried together.
To be honest, they don't know how this guy Wang Dong can be so brave.
Wang Dong ignored Li Huairen and looked at an official with a half-smile.
"For us, this matter is certainly extremely difficult, but for someone, it is just a matter of a letter."
Everyone followed Wang Dong's line of sight.
His eyes fell on the Minister of Rites.
Everyone felt a little strange, shouldn't this be a matter of the Ministry of War?
How do you get involved with the Ministry of Rites?
The face of the Minister of Rites turned red and white, as if he was struggling with something.
After a long time, the Minister of Rites sighed: "That's all, I always thought that no one knew about what happened back then."
"Now it seems that it really complies with that sentence. If you want others to know, you have to do nothing yourself."
"Now that Mr. Wang already knows about my relationship with that person, I have nothing to say."
"I will write a letter as soon as I get back. Mr. Wang, you just need to take my letter with you. No matter what you say, that person will do what you say."
In order to prove that what he said was true, the Minister of Rites also added: "Even if you ask him to commit suicide immediately, he will never frown."
The officials of the six ministries were shocked.
What on earth did the general of the Ruiqi Camp have in the hands of the Minister of Civil Affairs?
Just one letter can make someone commit suicide.
Even in this desperate situation, the officials of the Sixth Department of Yanjing could not suppress their curiosity.
"But..." The Minister of Rites changed the subject: "Although Mr. Wang knows about that matter, this matter is a secret that I and that person do not want anyone to know."
"So, I hope that Mr. Wang will never read the contents of the letter when sending it."
Wang Dong's eyes flickered: "How do I know that Lord Shangshu will not write anything detrimental to me in that letter?"
The Minister of Rites smiled bitterly: "Master Wang, now our fortune and life are in your hands."
"If I want to harm you, wouldn't that be asking for death?"
Wang Dong stared at the Minister of Rites for a long time, and saw nothing but calmness in his eyes.
I couldn't help but scream loudly in my heart.
It wasn't until now that he realized that he couldn't understand this Minister of Rites, who usually didn't seem unusual.
Gritting his teeth, Wang Dong laughed loudly and said: "Okay, in this case I will trust you for once. I believe that you will not make fun of all of our lives."
Everyone felt extremely depressed.
You, Wang Dong, believe in the Minister of Rites, but they don't believe that much.
The Minister of the Ministry of Personnel frowned and asked: "This matter, after all, is related to our wealth and life. I wonder if you can tell me about your relationship with Zhao Hong, the commander of the Ruiqi Camp, so that I can
Are you relieved?"
Li Huairen also echoed: "Master Shangshu is right, what is there to hide now that things have come to this?"
Others also tried to persuade the Minister of Rites.
Although they say a lot of things, they really mean only one thing.
Tell us quickly, what is your relationship with Zhao Hong, the commander of the Ruiqi Battalion?
Faced with the accusations from these people, the Minister of Civil Affairs remained silent.
In the end, they forced me to panic, and my expression suddenly changed.
"If you adults don't believe me so much, then I just won't write this letter."
"When the time comes, it will all depend on your abilities as to how to get the Ruiqi Battalion to cooperate with your actions."
Everyone was at a loss for words at the same time. If they really had this ability, they would not let the Minister of Rites write this letter.
They didn't dare to really push the Minister of Rites into a panic, so they quickly comforted him.
"Sir, there is no need to get excited, we are just asking casually."
"Everyone has their own secrets, and we understand that."
"You don't want to say it, why don't we just stop asking? The overall situation is more important. You must not stop writing that letter just because of this."
The Minister of Etiquette said with a cold face: "Please rest assured, I still know the importance, so I will naturally write this letter."
"I just hope that you won't hold on to this matter."
That night, Wang Dong got the letter promised by the Minister of Civil Affairs.
When he received the letter, Wang Dong was still thinking about taking a peek.
Anyway, it is impossible for the Minister of Rites to know whether he secretly read the letter.
However, considering the important matter, Wang Dong still endured it and did not open the envelope.
Zhao Hong, the commander of the Rui Cavalry Battalion, has a stout figure and a body full of tendons, and he looks like he can fight well at first glance.
As soon as he arrived at Wangdong, Zhao Hong extended his hand unceremoniously: "Where is the letter?"
In every gesture, he seemed to have no regard for Wang Dong, the minister of Dali Temple.
