"If you encounter this person in the future, you must be careful not to fall into trouble."
Zhou Yi has a vague hunch that Yang Zheng is very ambitious and may want something similar to Northern Xinjiang.
Shenjing The big shots are paying attention to the palace. No one cares about the outcome of Emperor Zhengtong and Zhang Empress Dowager. No one cares about the middle and lower-level officials, or mere gangs, Pleasure Quarter, or gambling stalls.
One day, something will happen to Shenjing, and there will be too much that Yang Zheng can do.
"My lord, Yang Zheng's mother is just a maid, not even a concubine. She has a low status in the Yang family."
Yuan Shun frowned slightly and said solemnly, "Aristocratic Clan is a rich family that inherits poems and books. The rules are very strict, and the most taboo is for the following to offend. How can he be allowed to overpower his legitimate son?"
"The so-called elders and younger ones, direct concubines, superiority and inferiority, etc., are techniques for ruling clans and ignorant people. You can abide by them but you cannot be trapped by them."
Zhou Yi shook his head and said, "These Aristocratic Clan are the most realistic. As long as Yang Zheng can keep winning and growing and can bring benefits to Lineage, the Yang family will continue to support it."
Starting from Heavenly Prison, Yang Zheng has gathered a large number of middle and lower-level officials through the continuous transfer of interests.
This process is like a snowball, getting bigger and bigger through the continuous adhesion of various interests.
As the snowball rolls, those who come first get the benefits and are unwilling, unable, and dare not go down. Those who come late envy the first comers and want the snowball to continue rolling.
Eventually, it will either trigger an avalanche or pile up into a mountain.
Zhou Yi waved his hand to stop Yuan Shun from asking questions and no longer discussed the matter of Yang Zheng. This person may succeed or fail, but he is just a smoke in the clouds for a hundred years.
"Imperial Prison underground prisoner, how is the investigation going?"
Yuan Shun bowed and said, "My lord, the dungeon is controlled by successive commanders, and the food delivery people are all illiterate and deaf-mute people. After a humble investigation, I only know that the people inside are still alive, and they are about eighty or ninety years old."
Zhou Yi asked again, "Has the royal family paid attention to this person?"
"Decades have passed, and no one should have cared about it. In his later years, Emperor Chongming went crazy when cultivating immortals, and Imperial Prison imprisoned many monks, Daoists, and sorcerers."
Yuan Shun replied, "According to my humble inspection of the Brocade Guard file, Emperor Chongming left an edict saying that this person had committed a heinous crime and must be imprisoned until death. Now the commander is just following the old rules in detaining this person."
"Interesting."
Zhou Yi's eyes flashed, and his figure flashed away from the Yuan Manor.
Sixteen years of orthodoxy.
September.
Execution Grounds execution ground.
Thousands of prisoners knelt in order, and their cries, shouts of injustice, and begging for mercy drowned out the comments of the people watching.
The high-ranking big shot in the past was now disheveled and crying.
The young ones are not sensible yet, they just feel that it is warmer outside than Heavenly Prison, there are many people and it is lively, and they call out to their parents in a daze.
Zhou Yi stood in the crowd with his hands folded, his expression indifferent.
The man in Feiyu suit on the side held Embroidered Spring Blade in his arms and pushed Zhou Yi.
"Old Zheng, you have never had the pleasure of a woman in your life. I will take you to the Jiaofang Division tomorrow. Zhang Family has a family of two to three thousand people. There are many beauties in the family. In the past, we were not even qualified to take a look!"
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu?"
Zhou Yi turned his head with a confused look on his face, made a buzzing sound in his mouth, and pointed to his ear.
"Old Yu, what are you talking about with Old Zheng? You are so old, deaf and mute, you might not even know the difference between men and women!"
The words of Brocade Guard made his colleagues laugh.
While talking.
It's three quarters past noon.
The supervising officer Yang Zheng read aloud Zhang Family the twelve deadly sins, such as treason, injustice, disrespect, civil strife, etc., and dropped the sign with the word "Behead".
"Execution!"
Click! Click! Click...
Thousands of people were beheaded. Shenjing Even all the executioners came and it was not enough. On average, one person had to chop off more than a dozen heads.
As a result, blood continued to spurt out on the execution ground, just like fireworks. Every time something could spray out ten feet away, the people cheered.
The common people don't care what crime Zhang Family has committed, as long as they chop off the head of a high official, they will definitely be happy!
At the end of the execution.
The entire Execution Grounds was dyed red, and there was nowhere to put a foot on. Blood would stick to the soles of the shoes when they stepped on them.
"Let's go Spring Breeze Pavilion and have a drink!"
Old Yu waved his hand, and a dozen people left in a hurry.
Both the common people and officials hurriedly gave way to him when they met him on the road. After two generations of emperors relying on him, Brocade Guard's power was only stronger than that of Grand Ancestor.
Shenjing Pleasure Quarter The leader is Happy Forest.
Spring Breeze Pavilion is no longer as prosperous as it used to be. There are only a few customers, and they don't look like high-end guests by the looks of their clothes.
Now for three consecutive years, no oiran election has been held.
Happy Forest has taken control of the human trafficking in Yaxing and intercepted the most qualified girls from the source. Spring Breeze Pavilion choosing an oiran at this time can only make people laugh.
Old Yu brought his colleagues to the Spring Breeze Pavilion because Brocade Guard commanded Yuan Shun and frankly said he didn't like Happy Forest.
What goes as it does, people from Brocade Guard only come to the Spring Breeze Pavilion.
In the private room.
Zhou Yi sat at the bottom, immersed in eating and drinking, and did not talk to his colleagues.
Others don't care, "Old Zheng" is deaf and mute, and has difficulty communicating. Just because he is under the direct command of the commander, everyone can't treat him badly.
After the food was over and the wine was half full, everyone started talking slowly.
Old Yu clicked his tongue and said, "Today is an eye-opener. Empress Dowager has only been mourning for a year, and the current mother clan has lost its bloodline."
Emperor Zhengtong ordered the execution of the Zhang Family, which shocked both the government and the public. Many old officials of the late emperor knelt down to beg for mercy.
Chief Minister Yu Su all wrote letters to persuade the whole family to kill the biological mother. This move hinders His Majesty's wisdom.
The result is as seen today. Emperor Zhengtong overcame all opinions and ordered Yang Zheng, who had made great contributions to the suppression of "Zhang Faction", to be the prison officer. Zhang Family and his gang members were executed, and the women were appointed to the Jiaofang Division.
Zhang Family, who was famous for four dynasties, has since disappeared.
"Your Majesty has suffered for fifteen years since he ascended the throne. Who else can't be cruel?"
Brocade Guard standing next to him said, "Zhang Family people have been prosperous for too long and acted too arrogantly. It is said that soon after Empress Dowager's funeral, Zhang Heng sent someone to tell His Majesty that the appointment and dismissal of officials in the DPRK must be discussed with him first."
Colleagues were horrified. "Is there such a thing?"
Zhang Heng is the elder Zhang Lineage, the biological brother of Zhang Empress Dowager, and the biological uncle of Emperor Zhengtong.
"Do you know why there is no Zhang Heng in today's execution?"
The name Brocade Guard said, "Commander Yuan invited Old Physician Ge to hang himself with ginseng and golden needles. Old Cutter Liu personally cut him into pieces with ten thousand knives, which is called "death by a thousand cuts!"
"Hiss!"
Everyone took a breath of air, and then praised His Majesty for his wisdom, saying that Zhang Faction should be punished for causing chaos in the country.
Brocade Guard is a member of the emperor's army, and the current commander Yuan Shun is even more die-hard to Emperor Zhengtong, who has no favorable impressions of Zhang Faction.
Let's have a feast.
Old Yu and others led the girl upstairs, Zhou Yi waved goodbye with a whimpering voice.
All the way back home.
Dehuai Ward is a private courtyard. There are a few trees planted in a mess at the door, but the courtyard is covered tightly.
Zhou Yi has been studying the formation path for more than ten years and has gained some insights.
Objects can be placed according to special rules, or to make people lose their sense of direction, or to cover their sight, or to make the room more ventilated, slightly speeding up the efficiency of practice.
The next day.
Zhou Yi arrived at Imperial Prison early and went to the kitchen to get a food box.
Imperial Prison feels groggy and gloomy.
Even on a hot summer day, you can feel the chill inside the station.
If the cruelty of Heavenly Prison is one, Imperial Prison is at least ten. There are countless ghosts floating in all directions.
Zhou Yi carries a food box and greets people with a whimper when he meets them.
When I saw Brocade Guard interrogating the prisoners, I couldn't take my eyes away and showed no interest, so I went directly to the deepest part of Imperial Prison.
Watcher Brocade Guard saw Zhou Yi coming over and opened the iron lock silently. The four of them worked together to lift the stainless steel cover, revealing the dark downward corridor.
Zhou Yi got in familiarly, stepped on the bluestone stairs, and arrived at the second underground floor of Imperial Prison.
All the way to the bottom of the cave, I saw a large iron cage made of fine steel.
Bronze lamps with animal heads were hung on the four walls. Through the weak light, the figures sitting cross-legged in the cage could be vaguely seen.
He has white hair, a three-foot-long beard, and most of his Daoist robes are torn.