Unlike other dynasties, the three troop chariots of the Ming Dynasty were the emperor, the literati and the cabinet.

Needless to say, the emperor was the emperor's personal personalities. The emperor was naturally inclined toward imperial power, while the cabinet, as the spokesperson of the official class, tended toward the official class more, and the three parties formed a dynamic game.

When these three troikas reach a consensus and act in unison, the power that bursts out is undoubtedly very amazing.

In just one day, another group of prisoners in Beijing were arrested.

In response to this, the civilians in the capital were just even more gloating and leaned aside and sighed a few times, "I knew that these guys had problems for a long time, and they dared to resist His Highness the Crown Prince? I'm really looking for death."

But what the people don’t know is that this time’s incident is actually completely different from the last time the royal family made trouble.

King Fu Zhu Yousong sat in the carriage and looked through the window at the gradually approaching Beijing city outside, with a blank expression on his face.

Of course, Zhu Yousong really hopes to return to Beijing, but he definitely did not return in this way.

All Zhu Yousong's entourages have been taken to the capital prison. Now he is only surrounded by an extremely elite group of Dongchang men, ensuring that the King of Fu will not escape or be killed.

Zhu Yousong's eyes fell on Fang Gonggan's body not far away, and an extremely resentful expression appeared in his eyes.

"This damn castration is a dead dog! If I can escape from the trap one day, I will definitely crush the entire clan of your surname Fang!"

Fang Gonggan suddenly turned his head and looked at Zhu Yousong. Zhu Yousong was shocked and quickly closed the carriage window, not daring to look outside again.

I don’t know how long it took, but the carriage finally stopped.

Fang Gonggan's voice sounded again: "Your Majesty can come out."

Zhu Yousong remained motionless.

With a bang, the car door was pushed open with force, and a black barrel stretched in from outside and pointed at Zhu Yousong.

"Your Majesty can come out." Fang Gonggan's voice was still so calm.

Zhu Yousong was silent for a few seconds and began to move his body.

Soon, Zhu Yousong got off the carriage.

When Zhu Yousong saw the building complex in front of him, he was stunned.

He was not sent to the prison, but was sent directly to the Ming Dynasty Palace.

Fang Gonggan held a musket in his hand, and raised the barrel at Zhu Yousong with a smile: "Prince, go in, Your Highness the Crown Prince is still waiting for you."

Zhu Yousong moved step by step into Duan Ben Palace and saw Zhu Cilang.

Zhu Cilang is having a meal.

Zhu Yousong took a deep breath, suppressed his panic, and saluted Zhu Cilang: "I have seen His Royal Highness the Prince."

Zhu Cilang nodded and said, "Come on, give King Fu another pair of bowls and chopsticks. King Fu, you are hungry all the way, so eat with me."

Zhu Yousong was a little stunned and didn't know what to say for a moment, so he could only sit down.

Soon someone served Zhu Yousong with bowls and chopsticks, and of course the food.

Zhu Yousong looked at these meals carefully and found that they were some very simple home-cooked dishes, which obviously did not match his prince's identity.

Zhu Yousong subconsciously looked up at Zhu Cilang not far away, and then he found that the food in front of Zhu Cilang was also the same.

Zhu Yousong's expression suddenly became a little complicated.

Zhu Cilang looked at Zhu Yousong and smiled and said, "Why, I'm not used to it? My father has been practicing frugality recently. As the prince, he naturally has to obey his father's teachings."

Zhu Yousong nodded and picked up the chopsticks.

Although it is a home-cooked dish, it is also made by the imperial chef after all, so the taste is naturally much better than that of ordinary people.

But Zhu Yousong obviously did not have the intention to eat, so he tasted the same as wax.

After a while, Zhu Cixuan put down his chopsticks and burped with satisfaction.

Zhu Yousong also put down his chopsticks.

Zhu Cixuan looked at Zhu Yousong and said, "Why do you want to collude with Jiannu?"

Zhu Yousong was silent for a moment and said, "I don't."

Zhu Cixuan said: "Of course you have it. Wang Dayu has been caught by this palace. The cabinet has begun to convene the three departments for trial, and the Silijian and the East Factory will assist. All matters will be revealed in these days."

Zhu Yousong's body vibrated significantly and his face turned pale.

Zhu Cixuan looked at Zhu Yousong and said patiently: "Why do you want to collude with Jiannu?"

Zhu Yousong didn't speak.

Zhu Ciyang smiled and said, "Actually, I know if you don't say it. It's just that your father wanted to fight for the throne but the emperor's grandfather who had never fought for the palace, so you were not convinced, right?"

Zhu Yousong still didn't say anything.

Zhu Ciyang's smile became stronger and stronger: "Maybe you don't know that in this world, if you are not yours, it is indeed not yours, because your Fu Wang lineage does not have this life, do you understand?"

Zhu Yousong's body was shocked. After a while, gritted his teeth and said, "Who said we don't have this life? It's just... it's not good luck!"

Zhu Ciyang laughed: "There is a bad luck? You are such a stupid child. Let me tell you, why did the ministers in the court support my emperor and not your father? It is because my emperor and grandpa are the eldest son?"

"Don't forget that when Grandpa was made the crown prince, my uncle was also made the crown prince at the same time!"

Zhu Ciyang said this and looked at Zhu Yousong mockingly: "So, it was my grandfather and the uncle who defeated you and your father. Do you understand? It was not only your father who failed, but you at the same time!"

Zhu Yousong was hit hard and suddenly shouted: "Stop talking!"

Zhu Yousong hugged his head and squatted directly on the ground.

Zhu Cilang looked at Zhu Yousong in front of him and shook his head in disappointment.

Is this the first emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty in history?

No wonder the Southern Ming Dynasty could not hold on like the Southern Song Dynasty. Although Zhao Gou was scolded for hundreds or thousands of years, his ability was much stronger than Zhu Yousong.

At least they still know how to use Yue Fei, right?

Zhu Cilang lost the interest in continuing to talk to Zhu Yousong. With a wave of his hand, Fang Gonggan immediately understood and called several palace guards to drag Zhu Yousong away.

Zhu Cixuan sat quietly for a while, waited for Fang Gonggan to reappear, and then spoke slowly.

"After just a conversation, I can basically conclude that Zhu Yousong could not be the main messenger. The next focus is on the relationship network of the eight Shanxi merchants in Beijing. Do you understand?"

Fang Gonggan respectfully answered and then stepped down.

Zhu Cilang was silent for a long time and sighed softly.

"This Ming Dynasty is really a mess that has been permeated and pervasive."

Zhu Cilang thought that he had been a tinkerer in the past few years and had been successful enough to be a tinkerer, but he didn't expect that when he turned around, he found that the Ming Dynasty was still as bad as a fishing net, with mesh everywhere!

It's really tired.
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