"The left and right can only destroy the Buddha with three martial arts."

"How many bald donkeys dare to make noise?"

In the Chaoyang Gate Tower, Zhu Yunxi took a sip of eight-treasure tea and said words in a calm tone that could make a river of blood flow.

Destroy the Buddha.

Since the beginning of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Central Plains has experienced three large-scale eradication operations.

It's not something unusual.

It’s just that the only lesson history teaches people is that people will never learn lessons from history.

After the legal calamity of Emperor Shizong of the Later Zhou Dynasty in the second year of his reign, the Central Plains has not carried out large-scale eradication operations for more than 400 years. It has only been a small-scale suppression of the top power structure.

It’s about time!

Zhu Yunxi's eyes flickered.

Mu Ying did not show any more surprise or worry about the matter involving hundreds of thousands of people from far away. Instead, she finally took advantage of the opportunity to taste the eight-treasure tea.

The sweet and greasy tea soup slid into the abdomen. Mu Ying held a red date in her mouth. With just a little force, all the cooked and pulpy red date meat followed the tea soup into her stomach, leaving only one with two pointed ends.

Date core.

Mu Ying raised her eyebrows, and with a whoosh, the date core was spit straight into the burning coal stove.

"This matter should be planned slowly, and the master should be well-known and established in an invincible position. Only then can the filth be swept away with the power of thunder, leaving no remnant to resist, and everyone will submit to me, the Ming Dynasty King."

In Muying's world, the emperor who raised her is the most important, followed by the Zhu family and her own family, and then the Great Tomorrow.

As for the rest, everything is just a cloud.

Killing a person is killing, killing a religion is also killing.

For this general who has been in Yunnan for many years, there is actually no difference.

It's just that the things involved in this matter are too important, so it needs to be well-known and it needs to be solved perfectly without leaving any loopholes.

Zhu Yunxi nodded: "It is precisely because I know that this matter is of great importance. If it is not handled properly, people may take the opportunity to criticize me for the founding of the Ming Dynasty. Therefore, after the matter was found out, I suppressed the matter and turned to

Check other connections."

"Then the relevant people found this time will definitely not be allowed to stay." Mu Ying said calmly, remarks related to countless lives and deaths.

Zhu Yunxi snorted: "The power of thunder is designed to knock down mountains and shake tigers. It also helps us see clearly how much filth is hidden under this duckweed."

Mu Ying thought for a while and looked slightly sideways: "The old man, you don't plan to make it clear for the time being."

"Grandpa is a man of great kindness. Even though my grandfather was not doing well at the time, I still repay him for the kindness he received." Zhu Yunxi was a little helpless, but it was precisely because the old man was such a person that he could achieve such great achievements.

Posthumous name.

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Mu Ying smiled: "Don't say it yet, this matter cannot go through the hands of the old man. Once all the crimes of the other party are found out and the world is angry, the court will take action to punish the people in accordance with the will of the people. Where is the old man?

It doesn’t mean that the friendship back then was ruined, and the old man won’t be infamy.”

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Zhu Yunxi sighed softly.

Although this matter is a dilemma for the old man, if it really comes to a point where it cannot be eased, he knows exactly what the old man will choose.

But what matters is the old man’s posthumous name.

Zhu Yunxi smiled and whispered: "I just hope that grandpa will not suddenly become interested and ask about Jin Yiwei's recent affairs. Grandpa has worked hard for the world all his life. After catching a cold this year, he has not recovered yet. He often feels weak and weak.

It’s time to let grandpa have a good rest.”

In the tower, there was the sound of peanut shells being chewed.

Mu Ying picked up the chubby peanut kernels and stuffed them into her mouth, chewed them fragrantly, and said casually: "Before this matter is decided, you'd better not get involved too deeply. I have been supervising the country for many years, so I don't have to do everything personally. Some

Things that should be left to the people below should be done by letting go. Only in this way can the whole body be clean and innocent."

Zhu Yunxi chuckled lightly: "I have already called the people from Jin Yiwei to go to Dasheng Pass. Father-in-law, don't worry."

Seeing that Zhu Yunxi had already arranged these things, Mu Ying breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned to look outside the door.

The snow has stopped!

Mu Ying's eyes lit up and she turned to look at Zhu Yunxi: "The snow has stopped."

Zhu Yunxi raised his head and looked over. Sure enough, he saw that the sky outside the tower was still gray, but the snow that had been falling for days really stopped at some point.

He immediately stood up and walked out of the tower.

When the imperial guards and Beijing officers and soldiers waiting outside saw the emperor's grandson coming out, they immediately gathered around him.

Zhu Yunxi immediately waved his hand: "Everyone, please step aside and just take a look at the snow."

After this, the officers and soldiers dispersed cautiously.

Zhu Yunxi walked to the back of the city wall and stamped on it, stretched out his hands and patted the city bricks covered with a light layer of snow.

The heat on the palms quickly melted the layer of snow, exposing the gray-blue and cold city wall bricks below.

Zhu Yunxi looked outside Chaoyang Gate.

On the official road outside the city, there were already more officers, soldiers, officers and people than usual cleaning the road.

During this period, from time to time, officials from the Ministry of Works and Yingtianfu wearing red robes, green robes, and green robes could be seen directing the cleanup work among the crowd.

"Officials from the Ministry of Industry and Yingtian Mansion have indeed personally led people to clear the snow on the official road outside the city during this period."

At this time, Mu Ying walked out of the tower behind her, stood behind Zhu Yunxi with her hands behind her back and whispered something.

Zhu Yunxi raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "They don't want to get involved in the dust, so they put down their old attitude."

Mu Ying looked sideways at the young grandson of the imperial court, and whispered: "You warned them like that that day, and it had already spread inside and outside the court. None of them dared to slack off. I have been sitting at Chaoyang Gate these days, and I have witnessed it with my own eyes.

I saw how many courtiers sent people out of the city to deliver messages. But you, now have to bear the reputation of treating officials harshly."

"It is better to treat officials harshly than to exploit the people."

Zhu Yunxi muttered quietly, but his eyes were attracted by a red robe on the official road outside Chaoyang Gate.

This red robe is not the official robe of the Ming Dynasty.

It is a scarlet robe embroidered with plum blossoms, and there is a circle of fine mink fur on the edge of the hat.

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Involuntarily, Zhu Yunxi's eyes moved slightly.

Mu Ying quietly followed her son-in-law's line of sight and looked over, with a flash of confusion in her eyes, and then said softly: "Caiyun's mother sent a letter back from Yunnan a few days ago, saying that she was waiting for the settlement of Xiping Marquis in Yunnan.

As for the affairs of the government, she returned to Beijing, saying that now that she is old, she will probably be able to help you take care of your children."

Zhu Yunxi, who was just thinking about why Xu Miaojin appeared outside the city instead of staying on Shenlie Mountain, leading a group of girls from the Zhongshan Palace to clean up the snow on the official road, was suddenly startled.

Turning around to look at my father-in-law.

I saw a deep meaning on my father-in-law's face.

Zhu Yunxi quickly reacted and let out an embarrassed laugh: "My mother-in-law returned to the capital to support her. There are also nuns in the palace to help her. How dare I offend my mother-in-law again?"

Mu Ying hummed twice and said faintly: "But you still have to put the heir first and spread the branches of the Ming clan as early as possible. The grandson is very virtuous and will definitely help you educate your children in the future."
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Zhu Yunxi didn't dare to say anything anymore.

My father-in-law has almost made it clear.

No matter what the girls outside are like, those at home are the heirs of the Ming Dynasty. Mu Ying even recognized the concubine Taisun's position as the mistress in the Taisun's Mansion, and the children born to Mu family girls will also be the concubines.

Education.

Seeing that her son-in-law understood what she meant, Mu Ying raised her head and looked at the sky where the snow had stopped.

He took a long breath and said: "I hope the snow this winter will stop, so that the people can get through the difficulties with a sigh of relief."

……

The left bank of the Qinhuai New River in the upper reaches of Dashengguan.

Zhang Hui, who had just led people across the river, was wrapped in a large cloak, and his eyes were faintly scanning from Dashengguan in the north to Guanshan and Daishan in the south.

Surrounding him were more than 300 Jinyi Guardsmen from the North Town Fusiti Cavalry wearing black cloaks.

"Zhang Baihu, should we go to Dashengguan first, Chenjiacun or Longquan Temple?"

A Baihu, who was also from Fusi, North Town of Jinyiwei, stepped on the snow and walked to Zhang Hui's side, asking in a low voice.

Another Baihu also came over from the other side.

Both of them maintained a very respectful posture.

Not only because Zhang Hui was brought out from the East Palace by Sun Chengqianhu, but also because of Zhang Hui’s bad reputation in the imperial prison.

When rumors spread that Sun Cheng might be promoted to the post of governor of Beizhen Fusi Town, and Zhang Hui was very likely to be promoted to deputy Qianhu of Beizhen Fusi Town, these hundreds of households with the same official rank today did not dare to have the slightest hesitation.

Hostility and fear.
To be continued...