Chapter 467: What crime should the emperor be punished?!!!

"What are you trying to test?" Wang Jinjia's mouth trembled a little, and there was a sense of surprise in his clear eyes.

"Although I know a lot about your father, they all happen under my nose, and I can't hide much from me. So I can see clearly that in the middle of last year, I sent our old servant Niu Bo to Annan and mixed in with the refugees.

There are Han people everywhere in the Annan Kingdom, and the sound of calligraphy is bright and the Chinese language is all Chinese. Moreover, Niu Bo also found out that several large workshops were opened in the mountainous areas of northern Annan. One workshop had tens of thousands or even tens of thousands of employees. Do you know whose industry it was? It is the joint stock industry of several giants from the Liang family and the Thirteen tiers."

"The people of Annan don't know that there is King Annan at all, only one head of Liang. Tell me, who else can this great man named Liang? Who else can it be?" Wang Shouli's voice seemed extremely dry, and he couldn't believe when did Liang Pengfei's hidden power become so huge?

Later, he secretly sent his confidant to Hong Kong Island, but this time he was blocked and could not find anything. No, according to the confidant who came back, the soldiers' flintlock rifles, one or two, could tell at a glance that they were elite veterans, and they were definitely not the kind of green camps in the Qing Dynasty, and the Eight Banners could compare with them.

The more he knew, the more frightened Wang Shouli was. He originally wanted to make money by relying on this kid to get promoted, but now he has such a huge force hidden, but he has not even had the interest in becoming a king in Annan, and is still growing and growing silently.

As a result, Wang Shouli decided that Liang Pengfei had a lot of plans, but with his relationship with him, he naturally could not clear the suspicion. Even if he abandoned the darkness and told Changlin or Fuchang, he would not tell what he was going on. Just thinking about Liang Pengfei, if he had to know that the matter was exposed and suddenly came into trouble, he would not be able to escape death, and maybe he would have to implicate his family.

Besides, I was not familiar with Guangdong, so I asked Liang Pengfei for a lot of servants. Some of them are now their confidants. I am afraid that Liang Pengfei had already sharpened his knife just after he had the idea.

"Dad, if he rebels, it would be a serious crime to kill the nine clans." Wang Jinjia's face was as pale as paper, interrupting Wang Shouli's contemplation. His voice was also a little trembling. Although he was calm, he was still just a half-year-old young man after all. The things that his father leaked tonight were too shocking.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Wang Shouli glared at Wang Jinjia and shouted in a deep voice: "Even if this is rotten in his stomach, you must not say it. Otherwise, you will give all the lives of our Wang family to others. Do you understand?!"

"Yes, my son knew he was wrong." Wang Jinjia couldn't help but lower his head and replied with a little depression. However, his somewhat dull expression showed that his brain was still in chaos.

"There are some things you still don't know. The less you know, the better it will be for yourself. Remember, look more, do more, and talk less. Dad doesn't expect you to be alone in the future. At least learn more skills under his hands. If... Oh, if there is something, come to discuss with your father, there will be a way before the car reaches the mountain." After saying this, Wang Shouli closed his eyes tiredly and waved. After Wang Jinjia glanced at his father, he quietly left the room and closed the door.

The cold air outside the house made him realize that his clothes had actually wet most of the cold sweat that emerged from his body.

"Brother Zicai, why did you call me here in a hurry and panic? Don't you know I'm still in class?" Zhao Yi walked into the office and said with dissatisfaction. He didn't know what was wrong with Yuan Mei. Early in the morning, he didn't care about the clouds in the sky. Seeing the first heavy rain after the beginning of spring, he rushed to Baiyunshan Academy. After coming, he only said it was an urgent matter and asked the teacher in the academy to invite him.

He put down the lesson plans in his hand and reached out to wash the white ash on his hand. Seeing that Yuan Mei's face looked even worse than himself, he couldn't help but be stunned: "Brother Zicai, what's wrong?"

"This, look..." Yuan Mei threw a newspaper out of his wide sleeve at this time. "Yangcheng Evening News? This..." Zhao Yi saw the name of the newspaper clearly and was stunned. "What's wrong with this newspaper?"

Yangcheng Evening News, this newspaper is run by Guangzhou, and the printing factory and editorial department of the newspaper are all located in Hong Kong. Naturally, to prevent it from being destroyed by the Qing court, the contents of these newspapers are more focused on people's livelihood than those of Nanyang Daily and Luzon Daily, especially the people's livelihood affairs and miscellaneous news in Guangdong and Guangxi. Because of this, officials from Guangdong and Guangxi usually turn a blind eye to the spread of this newspaper in Guangdong and Guangxi, and the ban is not as strict as those of Nanyang Daily and Luzon Daily.

Not to mention Guangdong and Guangxi, even scholars from Fujian, Zhejiang, Anhui and other places, even far away in Shandong can buy this newspaper from the vendors. However, the news published in this newspaper today made Yuan Mei really unable to sit still, and she ran to Baiyun Mountain to find her close friend Zhao Yi.

"You will know when you look at the content." Yuan Mei sat back on the chair, closed her eyes and lowered her eyebrows, looking like she didn't want to pay attention to others. Zhao Yi picked up the newspaper from the table and opened it. He noticed the shocking title on it: "One hundred and fifty years later, the shocking tragedy will appear again, and the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty will lift the butcher knife again!"

"Bazhou..." Zhao Yi took a deep breath, sat on the chair, and held the newspaper tightly in his hand.

"I have heard of the slaughter of Bazhou in Shuntian Prefecture in Zhili, but although it is circulated among the people, the government banned the slander, which made me not very clear about the matter. Some say that more than 10,000 people were killed, and some say that 20,000 to 30,000 were killed, and most of them were spreading rumors. Is it true or false? Even the surrounding areas of Bazhou were hit by the 70,000 people, and the more than 70,000 people were lost to the butcher's knife. That was more than 70,000 people, not beasts." Yuan Mei slapped his hand on the table, and his face was extremely hard to see.

"Yes, the exact number should be 77,837 people. If the people who rebelled and fought against the court after that would be more than 113,700 people." Zhao Yi placed the newspaper gently on the table and said in a deep voice. "If there was not a fleet that brought the rebellious army of people overseas, this number would have almost doubled. You must know that the court had issued a death order at that time, and all those who rebel would be punished!"

"How do you know so clearly?" Yuan Mei couldn't help but look up suddenly, stared at Zhao Yi with his eyes, and asked in a low voice.

"Because I am the editor-in-chief of this Yangcheng Evening News, because I got these things from the mouths of the Bazhou rebels who fled overseas." Zhao Yi looked at Yuan Mei, with a hint of a sluggish smile on his lips. "This newspaper was written by our school before it was published, so..."

"What?!" Yuan Mei's body, which had been lifted away from the chair, slowly falling back to the chair, his face full of disbelief and shock.

"I did this for nothing, just to let the people in the world see the face of the court clearly. Haha, Brother Zicai, do you think you are spreading rumors?" Zhao Yi turned his face and looked at Yuan Mei and said with a smile.

"... Could it be that the person who took those people was General Liang?!" Yuan Mei was quick-witted and had already judged a rough idea in just a few words. Although he still did not believe that Liang Pengfei had such ability, and he did not really believe that Liang Pengfei, the court official, would do this, he still said the most likely name of the person he inferred.

"I didn't say it was General Liang, it was made by a group of pirates named Shi Xianggu." Zhao Yi played with a flower gun and looked at Yuan Mei's expression carefully.

"Pirates? Joke! Which pirate is so brave? Which pirate has the ability to fish out nearly 100,000 people from the eyes of the court? If there are such pirates, the country of the court can still sit steadily?..." Yuan Mei said at the end, seeing Zhao Yi's face that didn't even twitch his eyelids, his voice became lower and lower, and his expression became more and more shocked, and finally the room was silent.

A teacher from the academy walked into the door. After bringing tea to the two of them, he faintly swept some Yuan Mei who was sitting in a daze, and then quietly turned around and walked out of the room under the gesture of Zhao Yi's eyes.

"Oh... it seems that I'm not wrong. Yunsong, Yunsong, you're sorry for Yuan." Yuan Mei shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Zhao Yi sneered repeatedly: "What, can it be that Brother Zicai thinks that the tens of thousands of people in the Eight Banners and Baba Prefecture should be the one who deserves it? Or maybe the 70,000 to 80,000 people who were angry should be asked to kill all their associations with peace of mind, and should not flee to the sea?"

"You know I don't mean that!" Yuan Mei said with some annoyance: "Ten hundred thousand people are suffering. Do you think I feel good? If the court is devoted to the people and the country, why should Yuan Mei devote his love to the mountains and rivers, play in the world, and be obsessed with poetry and songs for decades?"

"It seems that there are many scholars in the world who have no backbone." Zhao Yi stroked his head. "I am not boasting, but I have seen all the bad situation, so I no longer become an official and enjoy studying."

"Brother Yunsong, why are you colluding with those thieves? You know, this is a serious crime to kill the nine clans!" Yuan Mei's face was a little pale and he stomped his feet repeatedly.
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