Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

"Has anyone seen Imperial Physician Wu with their own eyes?" After hearing this, Jiang Bin felt something was wrong.

"No, but who can persuade the prince?" Zhang Jin's face showed helplessness mixed with exhaustion.

Zhu Chenhao can take risks, but he can't tolerate Wu Jie's injury.

Having said that, I'm a little tired.Jiang Bin asked Zhang Jin to sleep for a while, and opened the curtain to see the situation outside.

At dawn, I saw crowds of fleeing people, most of them old and weak, women and children, hurrying along with each other's support. Most of them cast a wary glance at the carriage that appeared in the opposite direction, and then stepped up their pace.

Looking at the empty houses and abandoned fields, Jiang Bin felt dazed for a while.

Five days later, Wu Ping'er brought a group of gangsters to pick up the two people who had been traveling for several days at Huangjiadu on the bank of Poyang Lake. When they met Jiang Bin, they bowed deeply and said, "My lord and my father are coming soon, and I hope Mr. Jiang will persuade the emperor Take back your life."

The dusty Jiang Bin got off his horse and helped Wu Ping'er, who had lost a lot of weight, took out a phoenix hairpin from his arms and returned it to her: "Jiang will do his best."

Wu Ping'er's eyes were red, and she took a deep look at her husband-in-law, who was surrounded by two black and black curves beside Jiang Bin, and swallowed some words.

"Is the little prince alright?" Jiang Bin felt worried when he thought of that pink face.

Ping'er nodded, and in front of Zhang Jin, it was inconvenient to elaborate.

After a short rest, Jiang Bin took Wangwei to Nanchang non-stop.

Outside the city gate, he showed his waist card to the guards, and he was surrounded heavily, bound and escorted to the city.

Being tied to the horse, when he was passing Ning Wang's mansion, Jiang Bin turned his head and looked at it in disbelief.In the upside-down field of vision, it was full of devastation after the fire. Those carved beams and painted buildings had long since become ruins that no one cared about. Some soldiers laughed and kicked the plaque that had been broken into two pieces in the palace and said, "That's all." The long-necked turtle that was burned to death was found, and the shell was smashed and said to be sold to the drugstore in the future.

Jiang Bin could still clearly recall that not long ago, when Zhu Chenhao was standing by the door with little Meng Yu in his arms, Emperor Zhengde stepped forward and pinched the little rabbit's round face, forcing him to call him uncle...

The burnt smell that hadn't dissipated for a long time was pervasive, corroding layer by layer, until the desolation of that rainy day with blood flowing into rivers was dug out from the grave again.

The rain never stopped, and it went down to Nanchang.

What is it in the eyes of the ambitious Ninth Five-Year Lord?

In order to guard this country, to open this prosperous age, he is more thorough than King Gu, more ruthless than Yang Tinghe, and more ruthless than Zhu Chenhao!

It's a fool's dream to catch him without a fight and try to make him change his mind!

Sure enough, Jiang Bin was taken directly to the Yamen Prison, and the only person who came to see him was Wang Qiong, Shangshu of the Ministry of War.Wang Qiong looked at him for a while, then handed a pot of wine: "Master Jiang, why bother?"

Jiang Bin drank the wine mouth to mouth, hiccupped and leaned against the wall and smiled: "Wang Shangshu, the emperor once asked me whether it was a disaster or a blessing for him in Daming...Mr. Heavenly law, what is right and what is wrong...I didn't know, but I insisted on going my own way, I really deserve death!" After saying that, he grabbed the jug and smashed it beside him, picked up a sharp piece and stabbed it in the neck.