A small corruption case actually implicated forces that had been buried in Beijing for many years.
When Censor Jiang Ye wrote that person's name on the memorial, the wheel of fate had already begun to turn.
"We didn't know each other before, so why kill them all?" In the alley, even if a knife was held on his neck, he was not afraid at all. "Did Mr. Shen suddenly jump through the ranks too quickly, and then get carried away and forget the provisions of the law?" He raised his eyes disdainfully and said: "He is indeed a crazy person, regardless of any means."
The knife in Shen Jing's hand came closer: "Aren't you afraid... That I'll kill you?"
"Cooperate? Mr. Jiang?"
"This is only temporary, Prime Minister Shen."
After knowing that he was involved in the situation and was willing to use himself as a bait to support the prince to sit on the throne, Shen Jing stopped him, "Do you know where the bones of the last censor who was as bold as you were?"
Behind him is the pale lantern that has been hanging at the entrance of Yushitai for more than ten years.
After getting drunk that day, a group of people gathered together and made a lot of noise. They couldn't hear clearly and couldn't see clearly.
Shen Jing leaned on the back of his chair and looked up at the stars: "My dream in this life is to see the grassland, the sky on the grassland, the stars on the grassland, ride horses, compete in martial arts, stay with a group of like-minded friends, stay away from the court, stay away from disputes, and be a carefree person." Suddenly he turned to look at Jiang Ye: "Will you come with me?"
Maybe it's the alcohol. All he could remember in his mind was that he agreed.
"Yeah." Jiang Ye patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Okay."
"This flag knife was forged by me myself." He took out the flag knife from his chest, "I give it to you, keep it well."
But no one expected that this knife forged by his own hands would become the key to his death.
Later, the rebels broke into the palace, but they did not panic at all.
"Hey, if we die here, what will the history books say about us?"
"In the fourth year of Jiaping, on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, Prime Minister Shen Jing died under the sword of the rebels, and Yu Shi Jiang Ye committed suicide and martyred his country."
"What about Ye Shi?" Shen Jing smiled brightly.
"Be safe and secure, Your Majesty, and don't think about this mess."
Poor-tongued and crazy criticizing the prime minister × cold-hearted and sinister censor
"They think they are tearing down the wall, but they are assimilated by the evil people and become bricks to build the wall."
Intention: A group of like-minded people, but they watch their ideals being shattered little by little.