Ming Dynasty Jinyiwei: Commander, what do you want to tell me?

Chen Yuanyuan was in pain, holding his head, not daring to look at the bustard's mother.

In fact, she has practiced the regular etiquette very well, and this bustard mother is deliberately making things difficult for her.

A cup of piping hot tea, one end is half an hour, and it will be replaced with hot again when it is cold.

"The Chen family has long been broken, your uncle sold you to me, you have to listen to me!"

"But what about you, let you pick up customers, but you don't even show your face to the guests!"

"What are you pretending to be high?"

The whip in the bustard's hand shook loudly: "According to your previous family background, it is more than enough to marry a prince and minister."

"But whoever made your father ignorant of current affairs and offended Mrs. Fengsheng, and he couldn't complain about being raided."

For the daughter of such a declining official family, the bustard's mother has a lot of experience.

If you want to subdue them, you have to use both soft and hard.

"Yuanyuan, I've seen a lot of people like you."

"They are all young ladies from big families, and they are all in the middle of the family..."

As she spoke, the bustard's mother helped her up and smeared some medicine on Chen Yuanyuan in a fake appearance: "So, let's be kind to ourselves."

"As long as you agree to pick up customers, I will take you back to Suzhou tomorrow and make you the first prostitute in Suzhou!"

"When the time comes, Jinshan Yinshan will not want anything!"

Chen Yuanyuan's eyes were full of dead ashes: "What if I don't want to?"

"Even if the family is in the middle of the road, it's just that life is a little harder, but why can my uncle sell me to pay off my gambling debts?"

"I can't cure you yet!" Seeing that the other party was indifferent, the bustard's mother was angry.

She angrily rushed out of the house, locked the door, and cursed: "Hungry, one day is not enough, three days!"

"There will always be a time when you ask me!"

After the bustard mother left, the house gradually became quiet.

Chen Yuanyuan walked towards the bronze mirror.

The brightness of the past has long been lost in the mirror.

Some...... Just emaciated.

Brushing aside the green silk on his head, shocking scars loomed.

Because of the daily application of ointment, these areas will not leave scars after healing.

But the heartache is deeply imprinted in my heart.

Closing his eyes, Chen Yuanyuan made a final decision.

Step by step, she walked to the window, and if she jumped from it, she would be free forever.

The capital outside the window is full of flowers, but it is just whitewashed.

In this world, there is no clarity at all...

"Madame Bongsheng is dead! That old thing in the harem is finally dead! Suddenly

, the running hawker attracted Chen Yuanyuan's attention.

Madame Bongsheng is dead? The culprit who ruined her whole family is dead?

Hesitating, she heard the follow-up.

"Jinyi Wei commanded the Lord to establish the Zhendi Division!"

"Not only to govern the imperial power, but also to fight for a clear world for us ordinary people!"

"He purged the Jinyi Guard and reorganized the Jinyi Guard into a sharp sword of the Zhen Emperor Division."

"The first thing I did after taking office was to kill Mrs. Fengsheng!"

"I believe that it won't be long before the corrupt officials in the DPRK and China will be reined in, and then a better day will come!"

At first, Chen Yuanyuan was a little unconvinced.

But the joy of the people in the street downstairs when they rushed to tell each other could not deceive people.

"Your Excellency, the Commander...",

"Will the world really become clear?"

Chen Yuanyuan regretted it.

Thoughts of suicide are too cowardly.

The world is dark, but because of the darkness, do you have to be soft?

What's more, the commander has already begun to fight back!

That's a light that is enough to illuminate the entire Ming Dynasty!

"I... I'm trying to live!

"I want to see him, even if it's just a glance!"

......

The death of Madame Bongsheng spread widely in the outside world.

The Forbidden City was silent.

None of them.

Zhu Youxiao devoted himself to carving carpentry and had been in the room without eating or drinking for three days.

He didn't know anything about what had happened during this time.

During this period, a little eunuch came to visit, but was soon sent away by Zhu Youxiao.

However, a careful little eunuch still found some clues, and there seemed to be a faint sharp knife roar in the carpentry room.

Soon, the news that the Son of Heaven was practicing Xi sword technique spread in the Forbidden City.

But everyone thinks it's a joke, what kind of knife technique can the Son of Heaven have? Carpentry knives?

Three days later, Zhu Youxiao opened the door.

I was thinking of going to Xian'an Palace for a good meal.

But I didn't think about it, there was no one in Xian'an Palace...

As soon as I inquired, I found out that Mrs. Bongsheng was dead!

She wasn't the only one who died!

Zhu Youxiao was immediately furious.

It's only been three days, and the Forbidden City has changed!

If he stays in the carpentry room for a few more days, will Daming change hands!

"Someone, summons, call Wei Zhongxian to me!"

Zhu Youxiao angrily returned to the imperial study.

He wanted to see how Wei Zhongxian would explain this matter.

A moment later, Wei Zhongxian trotted all the way.

"Your Majesty, what is the matter with summoning the old slave here?" Although Wei Zhongxian knelt down on his face, his tone gradually became arrogant.

"What?"

Zhu Youxiao felt that something was wrong, but he didn't think much about it.

"What's going on?"

"I'm... What's the matter with that concubine?

"Also, why have so many people died in the past few days?"

Wei Zhongxian kowtowed heavily: "Your Majesty, forgive your sins!" "

It's an old slave... It's an old slave... It's all the old slave's fault!

Seeing this attitude, Zhu Youxiao was a little confused: "What do you mean?" Say!

"In the past few days, there has been a plague in the capital

...", "First of all, Dong Kewei, the secretary of the Ministry of Industry

, was infected and died..."Wei Zhongxian cried and cried: "The old slave didn't take it seriously, but I never expected that Mrs. Fengsheng also suffered from the plague, and then Mrs. Fengsheng's family died!"

"The imperial doctor who saw the doctor and some officials in Beijing also did this

...""It's all to blame the old slave for not taking precautions in time..."Zhu

Youxiao was bypassed, and his anger gradually dissipated: "Plague? How's it going?

Wei Zhongxian said happily: "The old slave has already burned all the corpses of these people, Your Majesty can rest assured!" "

Then you... Then instead of being without fault, you have merit? Zhu Youxiao was puzzled.

But the plague cannot be investigated.

What should I do if I am infected?

Wei Zhongxian's face hung with a hint of pain: "The old slave doesn't dare to take the risk, he just wants to be guilty!"

"If you do something, you will be rewarded."

"Let's bury them thickly."

The death of Mrs. Fengsheng made Zhu Youxiao a little unhappy.

But Grandpa Wanli told him that being an emperor should have the world in mind.

Zhu Youxiao felt that he should do so.

Giving these people a generous burial is already a gift from heaven, and then I still have to put the world first.

"Wei Zhongxian, Mama gave me a draft before her death, and I am very satisfied!"

"Especially the Queen..."