This is divine punishment for the emperor's misconduct!
The current new policies are tyrannical!
...
Although these sounds were not loud, they all reached Zhao Huan's ears.
In recent days, the Imperial Guards have significantly increased their patrols on Jingdong Road and Hebei Road.
Wanyan Zongpan, who was far away in the Shangjing Imperial Palace, met with Emperor Wanyan Sheng of Jin as usual. He said, "Your Majesty, the core of the three strategies to suppress the Song Dynasty is to send spies to incite the young people in the disaster area, especially those who have only read a few books and think they are very capable, so that they will rebel against that dog emperor."
Wanyan Sheng was somewhat skeptical: "Would those educated young people really rebel against Zhao Huan?"
"Your Majesty, there are many fools in this world. Among them are those who have read a little but have experienced nothing. Their destructive power when they are foolish is a thousand times greater than that of ordinary people!"
Wanyan Sheng was not very interested in these things; he believed that only war could resolve the issue of the Song state.
He criticized his son, saying, "You should not only focus on civil affairs, but also devote more energy to the army. Otherwise, how will you suppress Wanyan Zongwang and his men?"
"I will heed Your Majesty's instructions."
Wanyan Sheng thought for a moment and then said, "Go ahead and do it, just don't cause any trouble between the two sides. Don't cause any trouble before you regain military power."
"yes!"
As September arrives, the weather gradually cools down.
Zhao Huan arrived at the imperial prison early this morning. Inside the prison was a young man, or more accurately, a teenager, who looked to be no more than eighteen years old.
He was not a farmer; he wore a long gown, had a refined demeanor, and was a scholar.
Zhao Huan drank tea with his head down, remaining silent, while Xie Dahai interrogated the young man.
"You are a tyrannical ruler! You are incompetent and immoral, and you have violated the sacred way. Heaven sent down a flood as a warning, and it is all because of you that those people were killed!"
His face was contorted in a grimace, like a wounded wild beast.
Xie Dahai swung his iron rod and shattered the man's kneecap with a crack.
"Tell me, who ordered you to do this?"
"Hahaha!" He laughed loudly, looking tragic and heroic. "Kill me! I won't tell! You tyrant! You will die a horrible death!"
Zhao Huan put down his teacup, looked at him with eyes as deep as an ancient spring, and said, "You're from Yunzhou in Jingdong?"
"That's right! I'm from Yunzhou!"
"Do you believe the floods are a warning from Heaven against my misconduct?"
"It's because of you, you tyrant, that so many people have died!"
“Tell me who taught you to say that, and I will spare your life. You will be sent to teach in the Northwest, and the court will support you.”
"Bah! I'd rather die than take your money! All that money is the hard-earned money of the people!" He was furious to the extreme, then roared to the sky, "Heavens! Open your eyes and save your people!"
Zhao Huan waved his hand, and Xie Dahai swung an iron rod at his head, cracking his skull open and spilling his brains all over the ground.
Zhao Huan was getting a little irritated. He had just been released from prison and planned to go back to fishing.
An urgent report came from Jingdong Road: Zhang Kang, the registrar of Yunzhou, had been murdered, and the murderer was a young man named Liu Ling!
The city of Yunzhou has rioted. Some young people believe that the flood that just happened should never have happened. They believe that it was caused by the emperor's reforms and that there are treacherous officials in the court who have misled the emperor.
They demanded that He Qingchen, the prefect of Yunzhou, submit a memorial to the imperial court to abolish the new policies.
He Qingchen had just taken office and dared not let these young people run wild, so he mobilized the local militia.
It would have been better if they hadn't mobilized them; mobilizing them immediately caused even greater chaos.
In Yunzhou alone, more than 10,000 people participated, openly roaming the streets and spreading the word.
Ordinary people who knew nothing about it were also influenced by them.
This trend spread like a plague along Jingdong Road.
It seems that the Confucian scholar case on Jingxi Road is about to be repeated.
Zhang Kang, the registrar of Yunzhou, was worried that He Qingchen would use the army to forcibly quell the rebellion, so he requested to lead a group of people to negotiate with those people.
To my utter surprise, they captured me and chopped off my head right there in the street.
One of the sixteen-year-old boys lifted Zhang Kang's head and shouted, "When the flood came, this man fled to Tai'an with Sima Qing. He abandoned the people in the city and was a lackey of the dog emperor!"
Upon learning of Zhang Kang's death, He Qingchen was furious. He mobilized troops to suppress the unrest while simultaneously submitting a memorial to the emperor.
When Zhao Huan learned of this news, he was furious.
And news of unrest came one after another, affecting ten states in total!
A minister advised the emperor to issue an edict of self-reproach to appease the people.
The minister was severely reprimanded by the emperor on the spot.
An edict of self-reproach?
If I have done nothing wrong, why would I issue an edict of self-reproach?
Those people have been spoiled rotten!
Instead of reading good books, they insist on thinking they know the truth!
The more you compromise with them, the more they will take advantage of you!
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