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Before he knew it, a song was over. Zhu Youlang opened his eyes again and pondered for a long time before sighing: "Oh, this song is not only beautiful in rhythm, but also thought-provoking! Good song! It's really a good song!"

Queen Wang smiled slightly and said, "If Your Majesty wants to listen, I would like to play and sing another song."

"Okay, after listening to this song, I still feel that I am still not over!" Zhu Youlang said softly.

"Um."

Queen Wang's pretty eyes secretly stared at Zhu Youlang and found that he was also staring at him at this time, with his eyes facing each other and then staggering again. Queen Wang was both happy and ashamed, and the red glow on her cheeks came unconsciously.

Zhu Youlang also noticed the strangeness of Queen Wang, so he sat upright and acted as if he listened carefully, hoping to relieve Queen Wang's mood and let her play and sing with peace of mind.

Queen Wang calmed down, adjusted the tone, and started singing again.

The second song is the song of the colorful clothes created by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty. This song is composed of Li Longji's memory of the music of the moon palace and his own magical imagination. Song and destruction absorb the main tune of the Buddhist song of Tianzhu, and then mix it with Li Longji's dream of immortality into a big song. The song is mainly composed of Qing music and pursues a gentle and comfortable atmosphere.

Queen Wang sang softly while playing:

The green moths are sitting in the ladder city, and the sheng and flute are laughing together.

Tianyan listened to the red silk splash, and everyone was happy and silent without taking any action.

The street flowers and golden phoenix should be plucked, turning the wrists and strings to wiping.

Flowers roaring like wind, and spring snow flies up the sky.

The sound of the strings is drawn, and the golden bell and jade pendant is serene.

The wandering orioles fly in the vast cold, and the cranes are male and female, and the bright moon is bright.

Half an hour passed without realizing it. At the end of the song, Queen Wang was already sweating profusely and gasping for breath.

Zhu Youlang was already sitting next to Queen Wang at this time. While gently wiping her sweat with the brocade hand in his hand, he said gently in her ear: "Thank you for your hard work in the wife. If you don't play these songs, how could they be as beautiful as this?"

Queen Wang laughed sweetly and said, "Your Majesty is too praiseworthy. If there is no such wonderful song, how can my singing and singing be like Your Majesty?"

Zhu Youlang smiled and said, "Haha, if you play well, you will play well. You don't have to be too humble to your wife."

Queen Wang gently stroked Zhu Youlang's shoulder with her bare hands and said with a smile: "As long as your Majesty likes it, I would like to play it for you every day."

"Okay, when I expel the Tartars and regain the mountains and rivers of the Central Plains, I will always come over to listen to the queen talking about music."

"Well, I will not let Your Majesty down." Queen Wang's beauty looks like a flower, and the flush on her sweaty face makes people feel a different kind of charm.

"Okay, okay, okay!" Zhu Youlang was very satisfied with Queen Wang's answer. His whole body seemed to be electrocuted, his heart beat faster. He raised his hands and hugged the beauty horizontally in his arms. His feet slowly moved inward and said with a smile: "Since you are so well-behaved, I will naturally reward you."

The inner room was separated by a gorgeous mud gold-painted flower and grass screen, and the furnishings of the inner room were vaguely visible. There was a moon-hole-style door hood hood hanging against the wall. There was a pink sheet on the bed, and two red and green silk satin quilts were piled on it.

A Jingtaibo Mountain stove decorated with animal figures is placed beside the collapse, spitting out wisps of smoke, a faint, faint fragrance floating in the room, stimulating people's desire.

Zhu Youlang hugged Queen Wang tightly, and a mature and masculine aura came to his face. Feeling the emperor's fierce gaze, Queen Wang's face immediately flushed, and she could only close her eyes to cover up her embarrassment. Her body was hugged horizontally by the emperor's big hands. She suddenly felt soft and could hardly move.

"Emperor, the queen is so beautiful!"

Queen Wang's charming attitude almost made Zhu Youlang stunned. His breathing became more and more rapid. The hot air exhaled between his nostrils made Queen Wang's heart pound and his eyes gradually became blurred.

Her arms wrapped around Zhu Youlang's neck, buried her cheeks in her shoulders, and said in her mouth like murmuring: "Look... I hope Your Majesty will be pity."

No words all night.

A few days later, the square outside the palace was densely filled with people kneeling all over the ground, all of whom were dejected and waiting to be killed.

Among them were literate scholars, merchants who privately treasons and surrendered to the enemy, and some scholars. When the emperor personally fought fiercely with the Tartars, they took the opportunity to fan the flames in the prefectures of Guangdong and Guangxi, which inspire people and spread rumors and causes trouble. The scholars and scholars were all scholars in their twenties and thirties, and many of them had the fame of scholars. They were used by the elders of the family who hated the Yongli regime and did stupid things.

After Zhu Youlang returned to Beijing in triumphantly, he settled the accounts after the autumn. Under the leadership of the Neijingfu Department, thousands of troops were dispatched. In less than five days, all the gentry who had escaped their lives in the case when the court rectified the military fields of the Guangdong-Guangzhou Guards were locked up and brought to justice. Their homes were confiscated, their fame was eliminated, and they were sentenced to death.

The surroundings of the square were filled with people in the city watching the excitement. Looking at the former arbitrary countryside, the gentry and the men who were in charge of the countryside, the arrogant and arrogant people pointed at them, and some gentry, merchants, and officials and officials of the court who were specially invited to watch.

"Inquiry, Liu Cheng, former Minister of Works of Nanjing, Li Chong, former governor of Guangzhou, Zhou Tiancheng, former governor of Jiangxi, Li Cong, and others, not only embezzled military fields, forged land accounts, annexed land, but also spread rumors and bewitched, slandered the emperor, deceived the emperor, and planned to rebel. Now it has been verified and ordered all to be executed!"

After the officials of the Ministry of Justice finished the verdict word by word, the fuzi, who had already been preparing to beside him, immediately rushed forward, held them down, and then raised the machetes in their hands in one after another, shouted loudly, and then slashed them down. Only a piece of blood was splattered, and dozens of big heads rolled down on the bricks and stones on the square. The blood sprayed out dyed the green bricks and stones into blood red.

After the creators cut down a row, they then cut down a row. The scholars and scholars who had not yet been executed on the ground were basically controlled by the litigation, taxation, and education in the village.

An ordinary Confucian scholar can challenge the county magistrate, interfere with the court, and be used to being domineering instructors. He originally only shouted with the elders of the family, but never thought that the ending would be like this.

After initially cursing with a fierce and cowardly manner, most of them were already scared and trembling, and many people even had incontinence.

The vain players ignored their begging for mercy and just slashed them in rows.

Poor that they have been rampant in the local area for many years and have met the evil star Zhu Youlang!

After all the criminals fell to the ground, the people around him were silent for a moment, and suddenly there was a shocking cheer, applauding them, and cursing them as if they deserved the death.

Thanks to the fact that the newly promoted minister of the Ministry of Rites Jinbao was done well. Before the execution, a lot of public opinion was created. He used his extraordinary writing style to expose the true faces of the local tyrants and evil gentry to the world without mercy, and the mansions were posted all over the streets and alleys of various prefectures.

The literary style of Guangdong and Guangxi is weak, and they cannot get a few Jinshi in each imperial examination. There are very few Jinshi in one school. There are large bureaucratic families that have been passed down for dozens or hundreds of years. The power of the literati and official groups is far less powerful than that in the southern Zhili, Jiangsu and Zhejiang areas.

Facing the powerful and domineering Emperor Yongli was very frightened. He only dared to hide his anger and dissatisfaction in his heart. He no longer dared to support those unlucky family clans and wrestle with the emperor. The bloody scene of dozens of heads falling to the ground in the square was still wandering in his mind!

They all looked pale and sweated. They felt the majesty of the emperor for the first time, and the majesty of the court was not to be violated.

Some people hate, some people are unwilling to accept it, but more of them are glad that they have not wade into this muddy water, and glad that they are not the same as them.

In view of this, the public opinion in Guangdong and Guangxi was almost one-sided, and they were all attacking the scum among the gentry.

The people came to watch with great interest. It was not until the execution was completed and the soldiers poured water to clean the blood stains in the square that they dispersed one after another.

I whispered to each other along the way, and felt a little hesitant.

On one side, the rich have a lot of land and vast houses, while on the other side, the poor have no place to stand. It is no wonder that these people applaud each of them.
Chapter completed!