Under his rule, a rebellion of up to 2,000 people occurred, with the intention of looting the court's disaster relief supplies and storming the residence of the emperor's grandson who was supervising the country.

Xu Zufa knew without even thinking that he was definitely going to die.

When he knelt down, he had already seen the cannibalistic light emanating from the eyes of the accompanying officials standing not far away.

He knew very well that these people would definitely initiate impeachment and eat him alive.

If the emperor's grandson hadn't warned him in advance, laid a trap in advance, and wiped out the thieves in one fell swoop, no one can say how many of the people accompanying him this time would have perished because they were unprepared.

This incident happened on the border of Xuzhou Prefecture, so Xu Zufa, the prefect of Xuzhou, Peng Jingxiu, the magistrate of Tongshan County, and Dai Chi, the commander of the Xuzhou Guard, could not escape their blame.

Together with the magistrates of Xiao County, Dangshan County, and Pei County, all those who were not present today will be severely punished.

Once people recognize reality clearly, their requirements and standards for reality will be infinitely lowered.

Therefore, Xu Zufa’s attitude of admitting his guilt was very magnanimous.

"I, Xu Zufa, knew about Xuzhou, but for many years he failed to achieve any results. I failed to monitor the situation during my term of office. Thieves were born under my rule, and filth was stored there. I was not vigilant. When the grandson was walking around, he invited thieves to attack. This is all my fault."
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"Fortunately, thanks to the blessings of the ancestors of the Ming Dynasty and the protection of God, His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun is blessed with good fortune and great fortune, so he will not be harmed by thieves. However, my sins are like a flooded river. It is difficult to write them all. I have not died.

To apologize."

Zhu Yunxi stared at Xu Zufa who was kneeling in front of him, four-letter words popping out of his mouth like a barrage, asking for death penalty. He never expected that the prefect could be so bold.

That's right.

In Zhu Yunxi's view, Xu Zufa is a courageous official.

Understand the rules, understand the general situation, and know what to do before a crisis is the best choice.

However, from Peng Jingxiu's point of view, he felt bitter in his heart for a while.

The prefect has now asked for death, and it is even more impossible for him, the magistrate of Guo Zhicheng, to escape.

It is impossible to hide, and it is even more impossible to quibble. The prefect has blocked everyone's escape route.

Peng Jingxiu held a moment of silence in his heart for the other colleagues under Xuzhou Prefecture who were not present, and then he felt cruel.

He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

He slapped his hands on the ground, and his head hit the mountain road full of gravel and soil.

When Peng Jingxiu knocked his forehead, it was covered with blood, and his whole face was covered with a layer of dust. When he raised his head, he looked as embarrassed as possible.

Finally, Peng Jingxiu yelled.

"I will be punished by death! I will never give up even if I die!"

After he finished, Peng Jingxiu clapped his hands heavily and lay on the ground without saying a word.

It seemed that he was waiting for the angry grandson of the emperor to give an order at any time. The surrounding guards turned into swordsmen and axes, and Kacha chopped off his head with melon seeds.

Hum!

Silent snorts came from the officials who were leaving Beijing.

The officials all looked coldly, with disdain in their eyes as they glanced at Peng Jingxiu, the magistrate of Tongshan County who was lying prostrate on the ground.

Xu Zufa's confession without any explanation was called the responsibility and courage of a local official.

But Peng Jingxiu can only be described as a fool.

Zhu Yunxi also suppressed a smile on his face. He never imagined that there would be such a talented person in Xuzhou Prefecture.

Then, he looked blankly at Xuzhou Guard Commander Dai Chi, who had never spoken.

It seems that he noticed the emperor's grandson's attention.

Dai Chi couldn't help but lower his head, but his eyes kept turning, as if he wanted to find a less degrading way to take responsibility for himself.

Not long after, Dai Chi silently raised his head.

He coughed lightly and spoke in a deep voice: "The last general guarded Xuzhou, and his military equipment was slack, which put the great grandson in danger

In a critical situation, a certain general is willing to lead the army. If he can still carry a sword and ride a horse, the last general is willing to wipe out all the little thieves in front of his grandson."

After finishing speaking, Dai Chi made a loud noise, clenched his fist into a fist and hit his chest heavily, and slowly lowered his head.

Zhu Yunxi looked at the three local officials of Xuzhou Prefecture in front of him, blinked involuntarily, and then looked at the accompanying officials aside.

The accompanying officials met the grandson's gaze and lowered their heads one after another.

Although they wanted to impeach the officials of the Xuzhou Prefecture who almost caused trouble for them and others, these officials accompanying them in Beijing had long been "trained" by the Emperor Taisun to understand.

At this time, the emperor's grandson had no intention of questioning Xuzhou Mansion.

Sure enough, under the countless lights that gradually brightened under Data Mountain, Zhu Yunxi slowly let out a chuckle.

Zhu Yunxi spoke softly: "The people are the most important, the king is the most important, and the country is the second most important thing. Because of the Yellow River incident, the troops and horses of the Xuzhou government left the city, and thieves just took advantage of it. How can I blame you?"

After saying something that is probably the most favorite thing to hear by civil servants all over the world.

Zhu Yunxi stepped forward lightly and walked up to Xu Zufa and the others.

He folded his arms around his chest with a smile on his face: "A prefect named Xu Zhixuzhou, a county magistrate with the same surname as Pengcheng in ancient Xuzhou, and another who would be beaten to death by military law but still wanted to be an orphan.

How can the general who suppressed the thieves in his path be easily punished and blamed?"

As he spoke, Zhu Yunxi bent down and stretched out his hands to personally lift Xu Zu's hair.

Then he walked up to Dai Chi and Peng Jingxiu. At this time, Zhu Yunxi no longer had to bend down, and the two of them stood up in fear.

All three of them have complicated looks in their eyes.

The emperor's grandson encountered such a big thing tonight in Xuzhou Mansion, but he didn't even have the slightest intention to punish Xuzhou Mansion.

Xu Zufa was among the three, and his mind was the most active. He carefully asked in a low voice: "Your Highness, the thief tonight..."

Zhu Yunxi waved his hand and pointed at the canal filled with gunpowder smoke: "Prefect Xu, why don't you go with Gu to have a look?"

Xu Zufa was about to nod, but then he looked sideways at the long motorcade down the mountain.

There are also 50,000 dans of grain and grass here, which are to be transported to Kaifeng Prefecture for disaster relief, which is of great importance.

When Zhu Yunxi saw Xu Zu making this statement, he smiled again: "The people of Jinyiwei will send these grains and grass to Xuzhou's capital tonight."

After hearing this explanation, Xu Zufa calmed down a little.

……

On the canal seven miles northwest of Data Mountain.

At this moment, after the First World War, the remaining gunpowder smoke from the artillery still filled the air, and the patches of charred black soil on the river embankment still told that there were artillery here just now exerting the power of the god of war.

But now, they have all been transported back to the ship.

On the river, fleet sailors and laborers are working hard to clean up the blockages that had been sunk into the river bed by thieves.

On the other side of the river, groups of guards officers and soldiers temporarily transferred from Huai'an Prefecture were "cleaning" the battlefield under the leadership of the Jin Yiwei officers and soldiers.

Under the night, from the swamp on the other side of the river, moans or screams could be heard from time to time.

Lines of cold light pierced the night sky from time to time, reflecting patches of mottled light onto the hull.

In the treasure ship floating on the canal like a hill.

The lowest level of the cabin.

Because it has been immersed below the water surface for a long time and the air is sealed, this layer seems to always have a rotten smell.

In the dim space, only the weak light of a few candles illuminated their respective areas.

On a beam, a chain as thick as a thumb lifted a man wearing a blue shirt into the air, and the man spun uncontrollably in mid-air.

The chain frayed his wrist, and blood seeped out from the wrist, and finally flowed down the arm to the arm, and then due to friction, the entire face was covered with blood stains.

A series of black shadows, holding a long and slender soft whip in their hands, whipping it from time to time

Hitting the void, a series of crisp low sounds were made.

"Hello, my name is Zhang Hui, from Jinyiwei Zhao Prison."

The man hanging on the beam did not seem to notice any danger. As his body turned to face Zhang Hui, a look of contempt appeared on his blood-stained face.

"The Minions of the Ming Court Eagle Dog!"

Zhang Hui was stunned for a moment, then gently twitched the soft whip in his hand.

It seems that my reputation has not spread to the boundaries of Xuzhou Prefecture.

The corners of Zhang Hui's mouth slowly raised, and his originally gloomy face, illuminated by the surrounding candlelight at this moment, was like a black and white impermanence coming from the underworld.

He chuckled coldly: "Are you Mr. Kong? Maitreya came to the world, the White Lotus cultist?"

Zhang Hui's eyes were always fixed on the face of Mr. Kong, who had been captured and sent to the treasure ship.

There was no emotion on Mr. Kong's face. Even when Zhang Hui mentioned the White Lotus Sect, there was a hint of disdain.

Just this look of disdain was still captured by Zhang Hui.

Zhang Hui suddenly chuckled a few times: "You are from Qufu, right?"

Mr. Kong suddenly raised his head.

He tried hard to control his expression, but he couldn't control his eyelids that kept shaking slightly.

"I'm not!"

After struggling in his heart, Mr. Kong burst out with a low reply.

Zhang Hui, however, turned a deaf ear. Instead, he threw away the soft whip in his hand, walked to the torture instrument table aside, and kept twiddling his fingers, as if he was trying to choose the best torture instrument for Mr. Kong.
To be continued...