At noon on the 22nd, the sun and Xi in late spring. The bell at the noon gate has stopped. In the fighting last night and night, about 100,000 people in Beijing suffered losses. It is mainly concentrated in the inner city gates, and the families living in the main roads in the squares.

For example, the slaves who lived in the east corridor, the west corridor, and the south street of Ningrong Street outside Jiafu were affected by the military disaster last night.

However, this ratio is not enough to affect the daily order of the capital. After Jia Huan obtained military power, in addition to negotiations, he grasped three things through the center set up in Wuyingdian: public security, Cao Yun (grain), and newspapers (public opinion).

After the curfew and martial law were lifted in the morning, the streets were quiet. The splashers, hooligans, and routs who were rampant last night were all detained by the Jinyi guards and the army. When the Beijing Daily preconceived and seized the high ground of public opinion to defend and characterize Jia Huan's army, the vendors in the markets everywhere opened their doors to do business, and the workers came out to look for work. With the rumors flying in the sky, all industries in Beijing slowly revived in the sun according to their huge inertia.

For the people: the sky and the earth are big, and the food is the biggest! The drastic change of power in Kyoche is too far away from them. is the so-called: white-haired fishermen on the river, accustomed to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. A pot of turbid wine is happy to meet. How many things in ancient and modern times are laughing and talking.

And for the scholars: the mountains collapsed, the heavens and the earth lost color, and the country was shaky. At this time, the crowd in the Imperial Palace was surging!

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In the Wuying Palace, in the main hall, the scribes were busy. The candle has been blown out.

Luo Xiangyang's eyes were red, dealing with government affairs, and asking Ji Cheng's opinion from time to time. He didn't just stay up all night last night. The mountain chief, Mr. Ye, and the senior brother are at their funerals, and he presides over all affairs.

Ji Cheng was 24 years old at the time, and he was appointed as an official Hanlin reviewer. After Jia Huan and Pang Ze, he is the best at practice among the disciples of the academy. Luo Junzi is fair, but after all, he has never experienced in the local area. At this time, most of the practical handling was Ji Cheng's idea.

Gongsun Liang leaned on the soft couch and suddenly said, "The Emperor's Palace should have started, right?" He was worried about Jia Huan there.

How angry he was in the face of Yongzhi Tianzi killing the mountain chief that day, how angry the courtiers were at this moment. Emperor Yongzhi, after all, occupies the name of righteousness: Father!

Luo Xiangyang and Ji Cheng stopped discussing. The academy disciples who were going to come over to report their affairs all waited.

Luo Xiangyang walked to the table and chair of the screen, sat down and drank tea, and sighed: "Ziyudeng's article in the Beijing Daily, Youruo and Boyan have read it, right?" Characterize this revenge as a change of power during the Tang Dynasty.

It's just that the change of Tang Taizong's Xuanwu Gate did not kill Gaozu, but only killed Li Jiancheng and Yuan Ji. Gaozu Zen position. Shenlong coup, the queen of heaven was also forced to Zen, and no one dared to kill.

After Tang Xuanzong killed Wei in the Tang Long coup, he killed Princess Anle and Shangguan Wan'er, and killed Zai Fu, the general, and Princess Taiping during the congenital coup. There are countless people who have been killed, but it also does not involve the Son of Heaven.

Ziyu explained like this, I'm afraid it will be difficult to convince the public! ”

Since last night, he has been thinking about two questions, and he can't go. This is one of them. Perhaps, it is because I am too tired and tired, so I think too much.

Ji Cheng said quietly: "Brother Changwen, if the head of the courtyard doesn't kill Emperor Yongzhi, then it won't be him!" ”

He knew that in the heart of the head of the courtyard, he regarded the mountain chief as his father, Mr. Ye as his teacher, and his senior brother as his best friend.

I have also drifted for a long time, and in the past ten years, I have been deeply gracious, and I have been a mentor and friend in life and death.

endure watching his peers become new ghosts, and angrily look for small poems in the knife bush.

These few lines of poetry, word by word, cry blood, you can know the sorrow and sadness in the heart of the head of the hospital at that time! That's why there is "chanting Sun Dasheng today, only because the demon fog is coming back." "There is no room for compromise! Only one shot to blow up Yongzhi is the end.

Luo Xiangyang nodded lightly. That's the dilemma! Sometimes, doing things is not measured by political interests! Instead, be a human being! Everything is measured by political interests, which are political animals.

The three of them drank tea silently in the Wuying Palace, and their thoughts drifted to the Imperial Palace. The crowd is surging!

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In the camp of Beijing, Shen Qian was in the yamen north of the school grounds. He looked at the pocket watch in his hand and muttered alone in the public room.

He commanded tens of thousands of troops, crisscrossing thousands of miles, and was not shocked by the battle array, with thunder in his chest and his face like a peaceful lake. However, at the moment, I was slightly bored in my heart. He was paying attention to the situation in the Imperial Palace.

He followed Ziyu to rebel, because Ziyu wanted self-protection and revenge, and he couldn't get used to Emperor Yongzhi's perverse behavior. None of their goals are to smash or smash the entire country.

At this time, the Imperial Palace is a powder keg waiting to explode.

Ziyu wants to "persuade" which civil servants: raising troops to kill the monarch is a last resort. so that the hundred officials will not investigate the crime of killing the king, and then elect the Son of Heaven. These two tasks are so difficult!

He was worried.

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Zhang Sishui is stationed in Zhengyangmen. In a beautiful place, overlooking the six departments in front of the Chengtian Gate, the Hanlin Academy of the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies and other official offices.

He was on the tower of the city, looking at the entire Jingshi. The nine inner and outer gates of the Jingshi are all under his control. The Upper Twelve Guards are in the process of being incorporated and selected. Several commanders of Yu Lin Wei and Jin Wuwei flattered him.

This is the first group of generals to surrender.

Zhang Sishui listened to the flattery, but his mind was not here in the city tower. His gaze fell on Miyagi.

He is silent, but that doesn't mean he doesn't understand.

There will be an invisible contest and game in the Imperial Palace! Unusually tragic. This is the final link in the whole coup. It is also the most difficult part. If you are not careful, you will be left behind.

At the beginning of the army, he repeatedly discussed the situation with Ziyu at this time. A lot of preparation was done. Including early this morning, Ziyu went to negotiate with the King of Beijing, the Governor of Qi, and the King of Wu. He came out of King Wu's mansion only at eight o'clock, and dragged it out until eleven o'clock to mourn Emperor Yongzhi. In the middle, I also met with some officials.

Don't know what the outcome will be?

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The western suburbs of the capital, 40 miles away, at the foot of Miaofeng Mountain, the site of the old academy. At this moment, there are many fewer rituals of worship here.

After Luo Xiangyang and the others set off for Beijing, Luo Hong, who was in charge of affairs, was so busy that his feet did not touch the ground. Fortunately, he taught nearly 100 children in Jiafu Clan Studies, and he had some experience in coordinating and deploying other affairs. It was almost noon, the monk Zhichen and others of Tantuo Temple had rested and were resting.

Luo Hong, dressed in filial piety clothes, walked into the mourning hall accompanied by several academy disciples. In front of the coffin, the heads sent by Jia Huan from Beijing are enshrined: Hua Mo and Song Pu.

Rebelling and killing the emperor are all actions like the heavens and the earth are falling apart! At this moment, he has time to think: How to solve the matter in Beijing? The hundred officials were afraid that they couldn't wait to tear Jia Huan alive.

It's hard!

Ziyu, you must withstand the pressure. Enter, it is the sky of Haikou. Retreat is the abyss.