Chapter 467 What is the crime of the emperor?!!!

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

"Although your father and I know a lot of things about him, those things happened under my eyes and can't be hidden from me much. Therefore, I can see clearly that in the middle of last year, I sent our old servant Uncle Niu to Annan and mixed in the crowd.

In the territory of the Annan Kingdom, there are Han people everywhere, and the loud books are all in Chinese. Moreover, Niu Bo also learned that in the mountainous area of the north of Annan, several large workshops have been opened. In one workshop, there are tens of thousands, even tens of thousands of employees. Do you know whose industry it is? It is the joint stock industry of the Liang family and several giants of the thirteen banks.

"The people of Annan don't know that there is a king of Annan at all now. They only know a head of state of state of Liang. Tell me, who else can this big man surnamed Liang have? Who else can it be?" Wang Shouli's voice seemed extremely dry, and he couldn't believe that when Liang Pengfei's hidden power became so huge?

Later, he secretly sent his confidants to Hong Kong Island, but this time, he was blocked back and couldn't find out anything. No, according to the confidant who came back, those soldiers knew at a glance that they were elite veterans at a glance. They were definitely not the green camp and the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty. It is comparable.

The more he knew, the more frightened Wang Shouli was. Originally, he wanted to rely on this boy to get promoted and get rich, but now, he hides such a big power, but he is hidden. He doesn't even have the interest to be a king in Annan, and he is still developing and growing silently.

From this, Wang Shouli decided that Liang Pengfei's plot was not small, and with his relationship with him, it was naturally impossible to clear the suspicion. Even if he abandoned the secret and told Changlin or Fuchang, not to mention his own end, just thinking about Liang Pengfei that he knew that the matter was exposed and suddenly came into trouble, he could not escape. If you die, you may have to involve your family.

Besides, I was not familiar with the place in Guangdong at the beginning, so I asked Liang Pengfei for a lot of servants. Some people are even now their own confidants. I'm afraid that as soon as I have an idea, Liang Pengfei has already sharpened his knife.

"Dad, if he rebelled, it would be the great crime of the nine clans." Wang Jinjia's face was as pale as paper, which interrupted Wang Shouli's meditation. His voice was also a little trembling. Although he was young and calm, he was still a half-year-old after all. The things leaked by my father tonight are too shocking.

"Do not talk nonsense!" Wang Shouli stared at Wang Jinjia and shouted in a low voice, "Even if these words are rotten in your stomach, you must not say them. Otherwise, you are equivalent to sending our Wang family's life to others. Do you understand?!"

"Yes, my son knows it's wrong." Wang Jinjia couldn't help lowering his head and replied depressedly, but his dull expression showed that his brain was still in chaos.

"There are some things that you still don't know. The less you know, the better it will be for you. Remember, read more, do more, and talk less. Dad doesn't expect you to stand alone in the future. At least learn more skills under his hands. In case... Alas, if there is anything, come and discuss with your father. Anyway, the car arrives. There must be a road in front of the mountain. After saying this, Wang Shouli closed his eyes and waved his hand. After Wang Jinjia looked at his father, he quietly exited the room and closed the door.

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

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"Brother Zicai, why did you call me here in a hurry? Don't you know that I'm still in class?" Zhao Yi walked into the office with a dissatisfied face. I don't know what was wrong with Yuan Mei. In the early morning, he didn't care about the clouds that day. Seeing that the first heavy rain after the beginning of spring was coming, he rushed to Baiyun Mountain Academy. After coming, he only said that it was an emergency and asked the teacher in the college to invite him over.

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

"This, take a look..." At this time, Yuan Mei threw out a newspaper from his broad sleeve. Yangcheng Evening News? This..." Zhao Yi saw the title of the newspaper and couldn't help but be stunned. What's wrong with this newspaper?

Yangcheng Evening News, this newspaper is a newspaper under the nickname of Guangzhou, and the printing factory and editorial department of the newspaper are all located in Hong Kong. Naturally, it is to prevent being destroyed by the Qing court. The content of these newspapers pays more attention to people's livelihood than Nanyang Daily and Luzon Daily, especially the people's livelihood affairs of Liangguang and miscellaneous anecdotes. Because of this, the officials of Guangdong and Guangxi are generally blind to the circulation of this newspaper in Guangdong and Guangxi, and the investigation is not as strict as that of Nanyang Daily and Lu Song Daily.

Not to mention Liangguang, even scholars in Fujian, Zhejiang, Anhui and other places and even far away in Shandong can also buy this newspaper from those vendors. However, the news published in today's newspaper made Yuan Mei really unable to sit still and went straight to Baiyun Mountain to find his best friend. Zhao Yi.

"You will know when you read the content." Yuan Mei sat back on the chair, closed his eyes and lowered his eyebrows, as if he didn't want to talk to others. Zhao Yi picked up the newspaper from the table and opened it. Then he noticed the shocking title on it: "One hundred and fifty years later, the shocking tragedy will be reappeared, and the butcher's knife will be raised again in the Eight Banners of the Qing Dynasty!"

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

"I had heard of the massacre of Zhili Shuntianfu Bazhou, but although there were rumors among the people, the government banned the matter, which made me not know much about this matter. Some said that they had killed more than 10,000 people, and some said that they had killed 20,000 to 30,000 people. Most of them were rumors. Is it true or false? Unexpectedly, Bazhou was even affected by the surrounding area, and more than 70,000 people were killed by butchers. That's more than 70,000 people, not beasts. Yuan Mei's hand slapped on the table, and his face was extremely difficult to see.

"Yes, the exact number should be 77,837 people. If the people who died fighting against the court after adding that, it should be more than 133,700 people." Zhao Yi gently put the newspaper on the table and said in a low voice. If it hadn't been for a fleet that would have taken the rebellious army of the people overseas, I'm afraid this number would have almost doubled. You know, the court had issued a death order at that time, and all the rebellious will be killed!"

"How do you know so clearly?" Yuan Mei couldn't help looking up, staring at Zhao Yi with both 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 Bazhou Rebels who fled overseas." Zhao Yi looked at Yuan Mei, with a trace of astringent smile on the corners of his mouth. This newspaper was written by our school before it was published, so..."

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

"I did this for nothing else, just so that people in the world can see the face of the court clearly. Ha ha, talented brother, do you think my little brother is spreading rumors? Zhao Yi turned his face and looked at Yuan Mei with a smile.

"...Is it possible that it is Mr. Liang who picked up those people?!" Yuan Mei was agile, and in a few words, he had already judged a general idea. Although he still did not believe that Liang Pengfei had such ability, and did not believe that Liang Pengfei, a court official, would do so, he still inferred that the name of the person who was most likely to be surnamed.

"I didn't say it was Liang Zongbing. It was made by a group of pirates and the leader named Shi Xianggu." Zhao Yi played a spear and carefully looked at the change of Yuan Mei's expression.

"Pirates? Joke! Which pirate is so bold? Which pirate has the ability to fish out nearly 100,000 people from under the eyes of the court? If there is such a pirate, can the country of the court still sit firmly? ..." Yuan Mei said in the end, he saw Zhao Yi's face that didn't even jump his eyelids. His voice became lower and lower, and his expression became more and more shocked. Finally, the room was silent.

Outside the door, he walked into a college teacher. After giving tea to the two people, he faintly swept some Yuan Mei, who were sitting in a daze, and then quietly turned around and walked out of the room under the sign of Zhao Yi's eyes.

"Alas... It seems that I didn't guess correctly. Yunsong, Yunsong, you are suffering from Yuan. Yuan Mei shook his head repeatedly and smiled bitterly.

Zhao Yi sneered repeatedly: "Why, do you think that the hundreds of thousands of people in Baqi Tubanzhou should be? Or, the 70,000 or 80,000 angry people should calmly let the officers and soldiers slaughter them all, instead of fleeing to the sea?

"You know I didn't mean that!" Yuan Mei was a little annoyed and said, "Tens of thousands of common people have lost their lives. Do you think I feel good? If the court is all about the people of Li, why does Yuan Mei have to express his love between the mountains and rivers, play games in the world, and be intoxicated with poems and songs for decades?

"It seems that there are many literati in the world who have no backbone." Zhao Yi stroked his head. My little brother is not boasting, but also seeing all the coldness of this situation, so that he is no longer an official and takes learning as a pleasure.

"Brother Yunsong, why did you collude with those rebels? You know, this is the great crime of the nine clans!" Yuan Mei's face was a little pale, and he stamped his feet repeatedly.

Bang! With a crisp sound, Zhao Yi's hand patted on the table, which shocked Yuan Mei, and Zhao Yi stood up with his head high and said, "The great crime of the nine clans?! Well, what is the crime of those Eight Banners who kill innocent people in Bazhou? What is the crime of those who care about human lives? What is the crime of those officials who regard the law of the Qing Dynasty as a child's play and ignore the king's law? The one who condons corruption and lawlessness and shields the slaughter of the city, but still enjoys the people's anointing of fat. What is the crime of the superior emperor?!"

(to be continued)