Beijing,

The air in the capital today seems to be filled with a chilling atmosphere.

On the street, from time to time, guards in royal robes would pass by on horseback, their faces full of solemn expressions.

People from the East and West Second Factory were dispatched one after another.

The mansions of officials from the Sixth Ministry were broken into by Jin Yiwei, and they were then taken into prison cars.

Several wealthy and aristocratic families that were once prominent in the city have no longer regained their former glory.

The whole family is wiped out!

Any wealthy family that dares to resist will be brutally suppressed.

No one in the whole clan is spared!

The power of Jinyiwei, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly reached its peak.

An old man from the capital city was sitting under a tree, looking at the prison car going away and sighing: "This is the real Jin Yiwei."

During the reign of the late Emperor, the authority of Jinyiwei reached its peak.

As old people in the capital, they know very well how powerful the Jin Yiwei was back then.

In the house of the Minister of Household Affairs,

Cheng Hongnian came with a knife in his hand and his eyes were cold.

In the courtyard, an old man with white hair held a wine glass and looked at Cheng Hongnian who came from outside the courtyard with a smile.

"Master Cheng!"

Tian Jijun put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, straightened his clothes, and said with a chuckle: "Excuse me, please come here in person."

Cheng Honghong looked indifferent: "Master Tian, ​​come with me to the imperial prison."

Tian Jijun's old face showed no fear at all, but was unusually calm.

After all, he already knew his ending.

"Master Cheng." Tian Jijun took a deep look at Cheng Hongnian and suddenly said: "Is it worth it for you to do all this?"

"You should understand what you will face next."

Cheng Hongnian's face remained calm, and he said coldly: "Lord, I don't have to worry about these things. It's my mission and my responsibility to be loyal to the emperor and to eat the emperor's salary."

"Ha ha!"

Tian Jijun strode outside the courtyard and laughed loudly: "Master Cheng, I'm waiting for you in the imperial prison."

Cheng Hongnian held the knife in one hand and looked at the sky in silence.

He had planned so many things, but he only found out the level of the Minister of Household Affairs.

There are many people in the court who are colluding with the White Lotus Sect. He deliberately released the news in the first place just to lure out these people.

Back then, the White Lotus Sect was able to rebel and sweep across several states. Do you really think they could do it alone?

In that incident, I don’t know how many officials and wealthy families were involved.

A country is rejuvenated and a country is destroyed. There is no dynasty lasting a thousand years, but there are aristocratic families lasting a thousand years.

Those people always only have their own interests in their eyes.

The rise and fall of dynasties and the lives of people are not as important as a piece of silver in their eyes.

It's not that he doesn't want to investigate some things, but that he can't investigate them anymore.

There are too many people involved and too many people's interests behind this matter.

There are even shadows of the Duke's Mansion and the Marquis of Wuqing's Mansion behind it.

Once the Duke of the country, the emperor's relative, colluded with the rebellious White Lotus Sect. If the news spread, wouldn't it make everyone in the world laugh?

Tian Jijun is just a scapegoat pushed by those people.

As long as His Majesty is unwilling to break his face, this matter can only end here.

Cheng Hongnian took out a secret letter from his arms, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he whispered to himself: "Lin Mang, I really didn't misjudge you."

If you want to stand above tens of millions of people, you must stand in front of tens of millions of people.

If you want to sit in this position, you must seclude yourself from the officials in the court.

The Jin Yiwei can only become the sword in His Majesty's hand!

…

Yanshan County, deserted village, under the locust tree.

"Qiang!"

A sword cry echoed through the sky.

A sword flew across the sky, and the waves of sword energy gathered together, like a big river.

In an instant, the sky seemed to be filled with the weight of this sword, and the flying snow seemed to be penetrated by the energy of this sword.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, it seemed that this sword was the only thing left.

The sword energy condenses!

A golden snake sword shadow dozens of feet long rose into the sky.

At this moment, a huge whirlpool storm appeared head-on, and the sword energy in the sky was sucked into the whirlpool and continued to dissipate.

On the top of the tree, a figure in white robes stood.

He was about forty years old, with a handsome appearance, but his eyebrows were slightly drooped, and there were a few deep wrinkles around his mouth, giving him a slightly aged and miserable look.

He remained silent and indifferent, as if his mind was far away, but there seemed to be something in his eyes.

"Xia Xueyi, the Golden Snake Man, truly deserves his reputation."

The figure in white raised his eyes slightly and lowered his head to look down.

In the snow, Xia Xueyi, who was holding the Golden Snake Sword, frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise in her tone: "The world is shifting, are you Yang Xiao of the Ming Cult?"

"Let's go back!"

"You can't move that person."

Yang Xiao's expression remained indifferent, and he didn't seem to take it to heart about this ruthless man known as the Golden Snake.

The golden snake sword in Xia Xueyi's arms trembled slightly, and there seemed to be a sharp sword energy gathering around her.

But after a few breaths, the sword energy all over the sky dissipated like mist.

Xia Xueyi turned around and left, her figure gradually disappearing into the wind and snow.

Yang Xiao chuckled lightly, stepped into the air, and flew away as proudly as an eagle.

…

Yanshan County, government office.

The dilapidated county government office has now been renovated.

Both sides of the hall were lined with guards in brocade robes standing with swords in hand.

The lobby of the county government office is surrounded by white silk hangings, a plain color.

In the hall, two fine coffins were placed quietly.

In the coffin were two corpses with bruised faces.

One of them is the magistrate of Yanshan County, Gao Cunshan, and the other one is Yanshan Jinyiwei Baihu, Sun Heng.

Their corpses were abandoned in mass graves. After the banditry in Yanshan was quelled, the local people brought their corpses back.

There has been heavy snowfall and cold weather in the past few days, and their bodies have been preserved.

There were some old officials from Yanshan busy in the hall, with a woman and a five-year-old child kneeling below them.

This person is the daughter-in-law and grandson of Gao Cunshan. When the city was breached, he hid in a water cellar to save his life.

Lin Mang came with a knife in his hand and bowed slightly towards the coffin in the hall to show respect.

When he entered the city, he learned the entire story of what had happened.

Tang Qi cupped his hands and said, "Sir, the time has come."

Lin Mang nodded slightly.

Tang Qi turned around and shouted: "Seal the coffin and raise the spirit!"

"when!"

Suddenly a bell rang, three times in a row.

The coffin lid slowly closes, and the coffins of Yanshan County Magistrate and Jinyiwei Baihu Sun Heng will also be officially transported.

And at this time,
To be continued...