"Bell!"

The bell on the noon gate echoed in the capital from afar, and thousands of officials in the capital went out of their homes one after another to pay tribute to Emperor Yongzhi in the Imperial Palace.

The scholars, who had been deeply favored by the emperor, wept bitterly at home. This is not the death of the Son of Heaven in the ordinary sense. Last night and this morning, the movement of the army in the city was well known in the inner and outer cities of the capital. In Shilin's view, the country is shaken at the moment.

In the Yongfang of the Great Time, the Hanlin attendant Fei Minzheng put on official clothes, brought filial piety, said a final goodbye to his wife and children, and walked out of the house with a calm expression and went to the palace. And in his heart, emotions are stirring!

One hundred and fifty years of national support, the Day of Righteous Death is today! The glorious Great Zhou Dynasty must not allow rebellious ministers and thieves to usurp the throne.

"Bell!"

Like Fei Zhuangyuan, there are many civil officials. Especially the imperial historians. Officialdom despises turbidity. often boasts of being a righteous gentleman! However, at a time like this, the affairs officers and miscellaneous officials can shrink their eggs, and the clear stream of public opinion must move forward!

Even if the Son of Yongzhi washed the officials one after another, the civil officials who dared to speak would be left with the champion. However, Jia Huan is not the Son of Heaven.

One hundred and ten people in the thirteen imperial histories. Fifty-eight people in six departments. Except for those who were not in Beijing, the rest went out one after another, preparing to spray Jia Huan angrily when they paid tribute to the Son of Heaven. There is no need to connect in series. This is the human heart!

It was easy for Jia Huan to kill Emperor Yongzhi, and it was difficult to gather people's hearts. And what he is facing is a violent impact of public opinion! This is the dilemma that Jia Huan must face and the general trend of the capital.

"Bell!"

The children of the Han Dynasty, the Wei King and other clans came out of the mansion one after another. The royal family of the dynasty, learning from the lessons of the huge number of clans of the Ming Dynasty, adopted the system of demotion and inheritance, and except for the son of heaven and his son must be crowned prince, the rest of the royal family has very few princes.

So far in this dynasty, there are only four princes left in the clan. Among them, Ning Ke, the king of Shu, was still favored by Queen Yang.

The ancestor Ling Han Wang's eldest son, Ning Platy, held the newspaper and scolded him, "Chaotic ministers and thieves, everyone will be punished." "He now has only one town. If his father died, his branch would be considered to be in decline in the capital. He and Jia Fu don't deal with each other, how can he be willing to look at Jia Huan and King Yan?

The city is now full of articles from the Jiafu Jingcheng Daily. The vernacular written by Jia Huan himself. The core theme is: He is justified in rebelling! Qiao Rusong's list of the five major crimes of the Yongzhi Son of Heaven, except for the establishment of his sister-in-law as the queen, are all listed in the newspaper. By 11 o'clock in the morning, the newspaper in Beijing was already under the control of Qin Hongtu.

More than 20 princes, including King Song, King Wei, and King Yan, also set off in the sound of the bell and headed for the Imperial Palace.

"Bell!"

Cheng Guogong, who was neutral in the old and new martial arts groups, came out of the palace. He was worried. And the nobles who belong to the New Wuxun Group are terrified. In the west square, the Shule army copied and destroyed Wei Qihou Mansion, and the first-class Bowu Yongtong Mansion.

Such as Washington and Song Mansions, the direct male coefficients were killed, the side was exiled, and the female dependents did not have a teaching department; The slaves were imprisoned and ready to be sold; Confiscation of family property.

But being afraid does not mean that you will bow your head and surrender.

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On March 22, the soft sun shone on the capital in the late spring morning. The traces of last night's fighting are clearly visible in the streets and alleys of the inner city of Beijing. The political atmosphere in Beijing at this time was extremely depressing and tense. Qingliu, the clan, Wuxun and other officials had different reactions. However, it is not good for Jia Huan.

The silent anger in the air, in the unceasing bell at the noon gate, is like a rising river, about to overflow the embankment!

Time passed slowly. The officials in Beijing gathered in the Imperial Palace one after another. The ensuing emotions, like clouds before a storm, are brewing in the minds of officials. Waiting for an opportunity to erupt!

In a barrel full of gunpowder, there is only one spark missing.

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Jia Huan stood in the square outside the Imperial Palace, quietly watching the hundred officials enter the hall and worship the Son of Heaven. His expression was calm.

Beside him, hundreds of guards were surrounded by weapons. The palace walls around the Imperial Palace are all his descendants' troops.

At this time, he would definitely not step into the Imperial Palace. That was basically the equivalent of Caesar going to the Senate. The civil officials of the Ming Dynasty once created a record of tearing the brocade clothes and guarding the commanders.

Since the army started last night, kill the Son of Heaven, kill King Yong, and avenge blood! After that, the aftermath of the aftermath began. At that time, everything went very smoothly. However, before dawn, Wei Qihou was in the shadows and suddenly launched, making the situation extremely dangerous for a while! Almost capsized. It was not extinguished until before dawn.

At this time, more than 30,000 soldiers in the large camp of the Beijing camp in the city, including the Zhenwei battalion and the Guoyong battalion who participated in the rebellion, were being dealt with by Shen Qian: prisoners, wounded soldiers, logistics, supplies, surrenders, and mastering the affairs of the Beijing camp.

A group of dejected soldiers were escorted by the soldiers of the Yaowu Battalion. Last night's counterattack was huge, but not all the 70,000 Beijing battalions participated. Otherwise, how can the battlefield be set up in the camp of the Beijing camp?

The Jingying of Toucheng accepted Shen Qian's adaptation and seeped sand. The same thing also appeared in the nine gates of the inner city of the capital division and the twelve gates of the outer city, which were performed by Zhang Sishui here.

The team led by Luo Junzi, Ji Cheng, Qiao Rusong and others is the responsibility of acting for the Shuntian Mansion Yin. Controls the administration of Kyochu.

Qin Hongtu and Jinyiwei perform special and vital tasks, such as: controlling public opinion, secretly surveillance, and message transmission.

This scene, at this moment, seems to appear in front of Jia Huan's eyes. He didn't ask about the aftermath of killing Wei Qihou and the aftermath of the army, he only had one exact message from Shen Qian here: The military power in Beijing is all in the hands of the envoy!

From dawn onwards, he was busy negotiating in response to the situation in the Imperial Palace at this time! This is expected, planned. This is the last difficulty after the army was raised last night: 100 officers. To put it more bluntly: the human heart.

As a monarch killer, Jia Huan trampled on the order and etiquette of monarchs and ministers for hundreds of years, and naturally belonged to the target of criticism and attack by officials and scholars. However, a traverser will not be imprisoned by imperial power and loyalty.

The scholar was angry, raised his sword, and bled five steps, the world is vegetarian, and today is also!

Killing the emperor naturally has such consequences. However, there are some things that you can't stop doing just because there are consequences.

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"Envoy, it's been three quarters of an hour. The people inside are probably almost all together. Gao Zizhong looked at the pocket watch and said quickly. With a kind of excitement.

This is the last battle since last night's uprising! The battlefield is political. If this problem can be solved. Then, the rebellion that started last night will come to an end! Think about it, what an exciting situation it was.

King Yan is the Son of Heaven, and the king is the emperor! Since the envoy returned to Beijing, all the restraints and grievances he has received will no longer exist. The status of the envoy will be equivalent to that of the ruling ruler! As a personal guard, he has honor.

Jia Huan nodded slightly, "Hmm." "Calmly waiting for the next battle.

As he was talking, a scarlet-robed official walked at the gate of the emperor's pole. It was Jia Zheng. Daddy Zheng is a pedantic reader. He was a loyal servant. You can know by looking at Yuan Chun's performance when he returned to Jiafu Province.

Jia Huan's eyes narrowed. The fuse came.