Chapter 517 It’s Time to Kill
"good."
Jiang Qingzhi inspected his back garden and saw that the flowers and trees "borrowed" from the Western Garden had been transplanted. He was quite pleased and could not help but praise, "Sure enough, all the good things are in the palace."
He was just wondering whether to go to the palace again when Fu Cheng arrived, "My Lord, His Majesty has summoned you."
On his way into the palace, Jiang Qingzhi met several military heroes, who looked at him with a sneer and said nothing.
Sun Bu Tong said, "My Lord, these military heroes have been gathering frequently recently, and I heard that they are quite dissatisfied with you..."
"You want to kill me!"
"Yes."
Sun Bu Tong looked at his calm boss and praised him, "Even though there are enemies everywhere, you are still calm and confident. I admire you very much."
Jiang Qing subconsciously felt the recent silence of Mr. Ding.
The big cauldron was turning slowly, and Zi Yi seemed to have stabilized, no longer as scattered as it had been a while ago.
"A family of generals!" Jiang Qingzhi thought of the former Song Dynasty.
Since the pre-Song Dynasty, military families have risen and fallen with the dynasties. The Zhe family, Zhong family, Yang family, etc. in the pre-Song Dynasty rose and fell with the dynasties and eventually disappeared.
In the Ming Dynasty, the situation was still the same as in the previous Song Dynasty, with civil officials controlling military officials. However, the difference was that the military officials and generals had learned more. Their network of relationships was larger and more sophisticated. If the civil officials thought they could easily control them, it would be like the civil officials in the late Ming Dynasty who thought they could just wave their hands and the generals would obey their orders.
But when they got to the battlefield, those leaders, such as Zu Dashou and Wu Sangui, would signal their subordinates to wait and see, or to be afraid of the enemy, or to retreat inexplicably despite a good situation...
Civil servant!
What can civil servants do?
Faced with the fleeing soldiers, they could only scream helplessly and flee in a crowd.
As for the loss of so many men and horses, so many weapons and armors, so much money and food... would the court dare not compensate them?
If we don’t replenish them, the border will be in danger... The Manqing army is coming, and we only need money and food.
Without money and food, I can’t stop you!
——Send the money and food quickly, otherwise the Qing cavalry will charge in.
In the later period, the orders from the capital actually became like paper for wiping one's butt in the hands of the generals. It was better for them to pretend to obey but actually disobey, while some would simply find an excuse to push back.
The emperor and his ministers in the capital were still dreaming that the soldiers were still loyal.
The general family will never be destroyed!
The Ming Dynasty will surely perish!
Jiang Qingzhi glanced at the military heroes and said, "Just wait and see what happens to him in ten years!"
Ten years later, the early Mohist disciples should have made achievements in their official careers.
The generals who emerge from the martial arts school in an endless stream will also become the backbone of the army.
They will become the sharp blade of the Ming Dynasty, severing the intricate network of relationships in the army and leaving no place for the generals to hide.
Thus, the Ming army was completely renovated, equipped with firearms that were ahead of their time...
The artillery roared!
A volley of musketry.
Damn it!
Jiang Qingzhi seemed to see himself leading a large army and sailing on a warship straight to the western coastline.
Open the door!
free trade!
It’s so cool!
Jiang Qingzhi was mapping out the territory in his mind when he heard someone ask, "What are you thinking about?"
"Plunder the whole world!"
Jiang Qingzhi looked up and saw the Taoist priest in front of him looking at him thoughtfully.
"I have met His Majesty."
"Robber the whole world?" The Taoist said, "What a bold idea. But first rescue your father-in-law."
Jiang Qingzhi smiled bitterly, "I know your majesty's dilemma, and I have already started working on it."
At this time, a group of birds flew by, and Emperor Jiajing said, "Look at the lone bird."
Jiang Qingzhi looked up and saw a bird flapping its wings desperately in the air, trying to catch up with the flock of birds in front, but it couldn't catch up, and instead it was getting farther and farther away.
"Does he look like the prince?" asked Emperor Jiajing.
Jiang Qingzhi was shocked and looked down, seeing that Emperor Jiajing looked gloomy.
"Your father-in-law doesn't have the courage or the motivation to do so. This is their gift to me."
Jiang Qingzhi remained silent.
"They used this to remind me that no matter how strict the defenses are, they still have ways to make me unable to sleep or eat. Even to make me die. I was in danger many times in the past, but I was able to escape danger. But the prince was poisoned to death.
The prince is gone, and those people used this method to tell me that even if I die, they can still make my soul restless. "
There was a hint of coldness in Emperor Jiajing's voice. "My first grand court meeting since leaving Xiyuan ended so hastily. I think those people are feeling very proud of themselves right now. Congratulations."
"Your Majesty." Jiang Qingzhi heard the murderous intent in the Taoist's tone.
"The prince's body has been lying there for a long time. It's time for someone to go down and serve him."
Jiang Qingzhi thought of the prince and couldn't help feeling sad.
"There are fewer guards around you." Taoist said lightly.
"It's troublesome if there are too many of them." Jiang Qingzhi smiled bitterly, "Wherever you go, you'll be followed by a group of people. It may seem majestic, but in fact, you won't be able to be free."
"This is the trouble of the rich and powerful." The Taoist smiled unkindly, "The rich and powerful have dozens of people at least, and hundreds at most, who are called guards or servants. The generals in the army are even more unscrupulous... I will not take care of it this time, you go and recruit people on your own."
A eunuch came quickly and said, "Your Majesty, someone is waiting outside Long Wilbur's house. They said that the two men have been found."
This incoherent remark made Jiang Qingzhi very happy, "Your Majesty, it was the two officials who did the divination."
Emperor Jiajing said calmly: "You go and handle this matter."
After Jiang Qingzhi left, Yan San quietly appeared beside Emperor Jiajing.
"Some people deserve to die." The Taoist turned around and walked into the hall.
"Yes." Yan San lowered his head and left the palace.
In the afternoon, Tan Youde, the former lecturer to the crown prince, was drinking with others and discussing the current scholars.
Not long after, Tan Youde stood up and said he was going to change clothes.
"You pee more when you get old," an old friend teased.
"Don't you have much?" Tan Youde retorted.
He hurried to the toilet, but the faster he walked, the more he felt the urge to urinate became. He rushed into the toilet, holding his belly, untied his belt, and pulled it down...
"Tan Youde!"
A somewhat sharp voice came from behind.
"Who?" It was very rude to call someone by their name. Just as Tan Youde was about to scold him, he heard the man behind him say, "Who persuaded the prince to take in that woman?" Tan Youde's whole body was stiff, but he didn't dare to move.
"After the prince was poisoned, the woman also hanged herself. She even earned the reputation of a loyal servant." The sharp voice of the man behind him made Tan Youde's whole body cold. He trembled and said, "This old man... This old man doesn't know what you are talking about."
"Do you think we can't do anything to you without evidence?" The man behind him said coldly, "Not everyone has the courage to commit suicide. That woman didn't hang herself, she was murdered. You probably think no one knows about your relationship with that woman, so you are so complacent."
"Who are you?" Tan Youde wanted to turn around, but he felt his body was stiff and unable to move. The great fear made his voice change.
"The woman's father was your student many years ago. When his family fell into poverty, he came to you for help. You showed him a way and asked him to send his daughter to the palace... Tan Youde, do you think all this is done without anyone knowing?"
Tan Youde tried hard to turn around, "You..." He suddenly shouted in a hoarse voice: "Who are you?"
"Want to call for help? Do you know why I am wasting my time talking to you?" The man behind him said, "Our master said that he wants you to die clearly, let the Nine Netherworld hear your crimes, and let you fall into the eighteen levels of hell, and never be reincarnated!"
The deep hatred made Tan Youde tremble all over. "Your Majesty, your Majesty... pleads guilty."
"You are not qualified to be my vassal." The man behind him said, "Do you think you can go to the imperial prison?"
Tan Youde sensed the murderous intent and was about to shout when a hand grabbed his head and exerted sudden force.
Click!
Tan Youde turned his head over and saw the person behind him.
He is so dry and skinny that he seems like he could be blown away by the wind.
"My name is Yan San. When you get to the Netherworld, don't forget to tell me your name."
Pfft!
Tan Youde leaned back and fell headfirst into the pit.
The old friend waited for a long time but didn't see Tan Youde, so he asked someone to look for him.
"Mr. Tan fell into the cesspool."
When Tan Youde was salvaged, everyone was shocked to see his head turned towards the back.
Tan Youde is dead.
……
"It was your Majesty's doing!" Han Yu's face turned pale. "Why didn't he order the Royal Guards to arrest Tan Youde, but instead had someone do it privately?"
Yang Qing shook his head, his expression was rather ugly, "This old man... doesn't know."
……
“What people fear most is not death, but waiting for death.”
In Yongshou Palace, the Taoist priest offered three incense sticks to the gods, his eyes cold, "I will make those people live in fear all day long!"
……
More than ten miles outside the capital is Yueqing Temple.
The origin of Yueqing Temple is unknown. It is less than five miles away from the nearest village. Most of the believers who come and go on weekdays are elderly people in the village.
The temple master Qingyun is only in his thirties. Since he took over Yueqing Temple a year ago, there have been a lot more believers in the temple, which makes the old people quite gratified. They all say that young people are indeed blessed.
At this moment, Qingyun was reciting scriptures, and there were two men standing behind him. They were the two charlatans who escaped from the capital.
"Repeat after me." Qingyun glanced at the two of them.
The two charlatans looked at each other, and one of them said awkwardly, "That's not what I believe in."
"It doesn't matter who you believe in, as long as you are sincere, your wish will come true." Qingyun looked quite pious.
"Master, I'm afraid Jiang Qingzhi will follow us." A charlatan subconsciously looked back and said, "Hurry and take us to the hiding place."
"Not to mention humans, ghosts don't come here." Qingyun raised his eyebrows, his arrogant aura making people feel uncomfortable. "Over the years, more than ten groups of people have been hiding in the temple. Even the Jinyiwei can't find the place, let alone Jiang Qingzhi.
If he really comes, there are more than ten good fighters in the temple, just in time to send him to see the Taoist master!"
"what!"
A charlatan was stunned, "What's that sound?"
"It sounds like a scream?" said another charlatan.
A Taoist priest stumbled in, pointing outside with a pale face, "Master, someone has been killed..."
"What are you killing? Who killed someone?" Qingyun stood up and asked.
"Ben!"
Qingyun slowly turned back.
Outside the door, Jiang Qingzhi was holding a long knife, with blood still dripping from the blade.
There were screams coming from behind.
"Jiang Qingzhi!" Qingyun's face turned pale.
Jiang Qingzhi walked in slowly.
"Who is it?" he asked the two charlatans.
"It's Yuan Sicheng!" The two charlatans knelt down without hesitation.
"How come he confessed without being tortured?" Sun Bu Tong was surprised and a little disappointed outside the door.
Mo Zhan said in a deep voice: "Do you think that Master Bo's killings outside the Great Wall were in vain? When these people see Master Bo, they will think of the Jingguan and the reputation of the God of Death. They are just two charlatans. Master Bo showed a little murderous intent. It's amazing that they were not scared to death!"
"Yuan Ze?" Jiang Qingzhi nodded, "Catch him!"
They could live, even if it was just for a short while... The two charlatans were limp all over, but they still shouted, "Thank you, Master. Thank you, Master!"
"Qingyun!" Jiang Qingzhi walked in front of Qingyun.
Qingyun, who had been so proud before, knelt down with a plop and said, "Master, spare my life."
Jiang Qingzhi looked at the long sword and thought of his eldest nephew.
Although he was aloof, the young prince had never been cruel to himself.
If Jiang Qingzhi had not had such close contacts with Prince Yu since he came to Beijing, his relationship with the Crown Prince would not have reached this point.
Thinking of the last days of the prince's life, Jiang Qingzhi looked gloomy.
That arrogant boy!
The sword flashed away.
Jiang Qingzhi walked out of the hall without looking back.
"Have a nice journey, kid!"
(End of this chapter)
