Chapter 465 The Great Court Meeting

Author: Seven Years Period

Chapter 465 The Great Court Meeting

brunei royal palace

At this time, the Royal Palace of Brunei was not yet the famous Nuoiman Palace, but it was still much more luxurious than the thatched huts and wooden shacks where civilians lived around. The ground was paved with fine marble and there were Arab-style buildings.

, those huge onions are particularly eye-catching.

Zhu Qiongying was sitting on the golden chair, looking at the results of the battle. Under the imperial desk were two long legs overlapped together.

In fact, there are not many serious scholars in the entire Southern Ming Dynasty. Most people's understanding of the emperor is still at the level of working with a golden hoe, a fried dough stick shop on the left, and a sesame cake shop on the right. These people have never seen

I have never seen a dragon robe before, but I have never seen a dragon chair.

Zhu Qiongying's dragon robe was actually modified from the costumes of the vaudeville troupe. As for the so-called dragon chair, it was a chair painted with gold paint, but the officials of Nanming preferred to call it the "golden chair."

Zhu Qiongying herself felt that the costume was too hot, so she thinned it and cut it short, so that the civil and military ministers standing in the audience could vaguely see the scenery under the skirt.

But the daggers and pistols on the leggings hardly make people feel sexy, especially the queen's reputation for being murderous, which makes people dare not to be malicious at all.

These officials in Nanming are either gang members, pirates or bandits, or they are "piglets" rescued by Her Majesty the Queen, as well as some homeless people who can't survive and despondent Jianghu people. In short, their knees and the ground

There is like a magnet between them, and kneeling has almost become the instinct of these people.

Zhu Qiongying didn't like others to kneel to her, so she issued an edict that no matter whether they were civil or military officials, kneeling was exempted. He also gave everyone a futon, hoping that these ministers could sit and discuss matters.

However, at the court meeting the next day, the officials of Nanming still knelt on the ground. Later, Liu Dadao and other brave generals joined. These warriors looked down upon the so-called "literati".

"You just have weak knees. I kneel to heaven, kneel to the ground, and kneel to my parents at home. I won't even kneel when others ask me to, let alone not being allowed to kneel. Don't compare me to you weaklings!"

Even so, a civil servant handed over the futon.

"General Liu, your Majesty rewards you."

Liu Dadao threw the futon out and then made bold words.

"I'm going to give you a warning today, even if the King of Heaven comes, I won't kneel down!"

A group of warriors around were cheering and cheering. These people were already used to being unrestrained, and now someone was taking the lead and they were naturally willing to join in the chorus.

Suddenly the entire hall was in chaos, and the civil servants group did not blink an eyelid, but quietly knelt on their futons.

At this time, a high-pitched voice sounded.

"Your Majesty is here!"

Upon hearing this voice, Liu Dadao immediately jumped into the air, bent his knees and dived towards his futon.

That’s right! This is the legendary sliding kneeling!

The group of generals who were noisy just now were stunned for a moment, and then shouted "Long live my emperor!"

Everyone suddenly realized this and began frantically looking for their own futons, kneeling down and echoing in unison. However, they did not have Liu Dadao's skills, and the scene seemed very chaotic and embarrassing for a time.

The civil servants on the side laughed disdainfully, and as the prime minister, Master Zhiyun couldn't help but sigh, "It seems that there will be a long way to go to recreate the prosperous Ming Dynasty."

Zhu Qiongying then entered the main hall, along with three guillotines, respectively carved with dragon heads, tiger heads, and dog heads.

This made the atmosphere in the hall instantly become cold. Both civil and military officials felt that their throats were tight and wanted to loosen their collars, but they did not have the courage.

These usually high-spirited civil servants and generals were like a group of frightened ostriches, wanting to bury their heads in the futons.

"My dear friends, please come to peace." Zhu Qiongying's tone was indifferent and cold, and it was obvious that she was not happy.

The civil and military officials of Nanming raised their heads one after another. As soon as they saw the queen's unkind expression, they knew that this court meeting would probably result in another round of killings.

While these adults were praying in their hearts not to call themselves out, at the same time they were secretly cursing which bastard chose to hold the court meeting on the third day of every lunar month. Every time the Queen would be in a very bad mood on that day.

In fact, the Nanming Dynasty held a grand meeting once a month, mainly because transportation was inconvenient and it was not necessary.

When Zhu Qiongying saw everyone looking at each other, she spoke first.

"My lords, do you have anything to report?"

The civil and military officials of Nanming continued to stare, because although they had won a great victory at Mara Port a few days ago, Her Majesty the Queen herself seemed not very happy, so no one wanted to get into trouble with this.

When she saw the silent minister in the audience, an unknown fire arose in her heart.

"Okay, if you don't tell me, I'll tell you. Wen Lichang!"

"I'm here."

Wen Lichang was the magistrate of Zaiyan Prefecture. At this time, there were only twenty-eight prefectures in Nanming, including the newly acquired Brunei. Therefore, this gentleman could be regarded as a high-ranking minister, but at this time his back was suffering.

Trembling constantly.

"You have started to build a garden for your family since you took office in May last year. Your eldest son Wen Liang even bullies men and women and does all kinds of evil. Just to celebrate your birthday, he married a concubine with twelve rooms. Do you know that the wife of this dynasty is only three years old?

, the iron rule that there should be no more than four concubines?”

Zhu Qiongying asked.

"I know"

"Okay, let me ask you again. Where did you get the money to build your garden?"

"A gift from a merchant."

"Okay, then why do they give you money to build a garden?"

"I don't know"

"Well, let me tell you, they have a monopoly on the salt industry in Zaiyan Prefecture. Their salt is 50% higher than official salt, but ordinary people can only buy their salt. The reason why this situation occurs is that

This is caused by the cover-up and connivance of you, the magistrate of Zaiyan. Do you know your guilt?"

Zhu Qiongying threw a blood-soaked petition in front of Wen Lichang.

"Look clearly, this is the pleading that the people under your rule are going to send."

Wen Lichang was one of the first batch of "piglets" rescued by Zhu Qiongying. He had made many achievements in the wars for so long. Later, he broke a leg during the siege and had half of his hand cut off.

The magistrate of Zaiyan.

He was also the person she questioned the most, and if it had been anyone else, he would have been chopped off with a knife.

So Wen Lichang decided to bite the bullet and refuse to admit it, since admitting it would be death anyway.

"I was wronged! The unruly people violated our Nanming laws and were punished by me, so they harbored a grudge. I have been fighting for this Nanming all these years, and my hands and feet are proof of that! I have a deep hatred for Emperor Guan Sheng and his wife.

Mazu swears, if I tell lies, my whole family will die badly!"

In fact, many people in the hall were familiar with Wen Lichang, and even had close friendships, and they were more willing to believe that this hero, who was once fearless of life and death, had been deceived.

Zhu Qiongying let out a long sigh, and then looked coldly at Wen Lichang, who was kneeling under the stage.

"Where are the fifty households that you moved away?!"

Wen Lichang's eyes immediately widened, because the "feng shui treasure land" he was eyeing at that time was actually the location of the villagers' ancestral halls, and the latter naturally did not want to give it away.

So Wen Lichang led his troops to destroy the village, but luck was not as good as fate. A family of fishermen who happened to be out fishing escaped the disaster.

And the person who rolled the nail board to deliver the paper was the lucky one that day.

"I"

Wen Lichang was interrupted by Zhu Qiongying before he finished speaking.

"I didn't believe it at first, so I sent people to find out clearly. Today I planned to give you a chance to kill only your father and son, but since you swore in front of Mr. Guan and Mazu, I can't keep you.

Now. Wen Lichang is going to kill the three tribes!"

As soon as Zhu Qiongying finished speaking, a swordsman came forward and lifted Wen Lichang up. The latter immediately cursed.

"Bitch, you're just an actor."

But before he could finish his words, a bamboo board fanned him in the face. This board made of moso bamboo is so hard that it can even be used as the beams of a house.

A strong man with big arms and a round waist slapped this thing on the face with all his strength, and the effect can be imagined. Wen Lichang's mouth was immediately filled with blood, and several of his teeth were broken.

But before he could take a breath, the bamboo board came towards his face like a storm.

These specialized executioners will naturally not let the prisoners talk nonsense. In addition, this can be regarded as the preferential treatment given by Her Majesty the Queen to ministers with meritorious service.

After all, Wen Lichang's crime was a heinous punishment. In fact, in the eyes of the executioners, just deceiving His Majesty was enough.

However, according to the laws of the Southern Ming Dynasty, they would drag it to the tiger's head, first cut off its limbs, then cut its torso into three pieces, and finally separate its body, which is called cutting into eight pieces.

After the execution, the executioners began to collect the corpses, and the smell of blood spread throughout the hall.

"Hu Yong, Gongsun Lu, and Mr. Lu, bring them up!" Zhu Qiongying shouted, and everyone knew that today's matter was not over yet.

Those who were dragged up were two men and one woman. One of the men was dying, apparently from a gunshot wound and a mouthful of opium.

The other man was shirtless and his upper body was covered with dry mud. The woman had a charming face and looked about twenty years old.

"As my fellow citizens of Nanming, why did you send a message to the British in Mara Port?"

The two men were silent, and then the pretty woman spoke.

"Didn't you also rely on foreigners to get into this position? This world does not belong to you. It will be dead tomorrow! If you can do it, why can't we do it! Sir James Brooke has already said who can be killed
To be continued...