Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 260
On the fourth day of April in the 23rd year of Changle, Beijing was sunny.

The prison car escorting Chao Ling walked slowly across the Qingshi Long Street. Compared with the glamor a few days ago, Chao Ling is now extremely desolate.

This former high-spirited minister of the Ministry of Rites is now only wearing a thin and worn-out prison uniform stained with dust. He has a wooden shackle on his head, and a heavy iron chain as thick as an arm is tied between his feet.

His long hair, which was meticulously groomed on weekdays, was now in a mess. On his skin exposed outside his clothes, dark bloodstains could be faintly seen, as if someone had been tortured.

At this time, Sizheng is passing, and it coincides with the opening of the East and West Markets, which is the time when the streets are full of traffic.

Although the people passing by didn't know what kind of person was sitting in the prison car, they also knew that those who could be pulled into the street by this prison car were probably not good people.

If he is not a good person, he is probably a person who has committed the most crimes; if he is a person who has committed the most crimes, he deserves to be cast aside by all people.

Some of the more irritable ones immediately took out a rotten egg from the small food basket, and threw it at the prison car.

The egg passed through the heavily sealed wooden railing, and hit the top of Chao Ling's head.

The thin and brittle eggshell shattered, and the stinky egg liquid dripped slowly from the top of his head. He flinched instinctively for a moment, and the originally empty and dull pupils managed to regain some sporadic light.

Three days ago...he was still a high-ranking second-rank official in the court, but three days later, he had already been reduced to a prisoner.

A prisoner who was beaten and beaten.

How ironic...how ridiculous!
Chao Ling frowned, bit by bit, and silently curled the corners of his lips, his eyes went numb, and he stared blankly at the people passing by on both sides of the street.

He looked at the unreasonable resentment on their faces, looked at the rotten vegetables and leaves and rotten melons and fruits they were holding in their hands and was about to throw them on the prison cart, and heard the whispers in his ears, his heart suddenly extremely desolate.

There was an indescribable feeling in his belly, it seemed to be regretful, but it also seemed to be melancholy, and there was a strange sense of relief mixed with the melancholy.

In the past few days in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, he has suffered countless punishments, and his body is already numb in pain, so numb that he can't even remember the pain.

But the more his body was tortured, the clearer his mind became. He stayed in prison for a few days, and he kept thinking about it for a few days.

He recalled the first time he read and practiced calligraphy when he was young, he recalled being praised by the teachers in the school for memorizing the essays, and he recalled that when he had just passed the crown, he entered the urban and rural examinations and met his wife by chance.

How beautiful she was at that time, as bright and charming as a dewy rose in the morning light, he was almost indulging in her innocence and coquettishness at a glance, only at that time, she was the daughter of a wealthy businessman's family , but he is just a young scholar with an uncertain future.

He was the only one who dared to come to propose marriage after passing the Juren examination and being the second in the provincial examination. The second elder has a very kind temperament and never disliked his background. Even after they got married, he even prepared for him. I spent a lot of money to catch up with the exam in the spring.

He knew that he had suffered for his wife, so he secretly made up his mind that one day he would stand out in Beijing. The obsession with money and power seemed to have taken root in his heart at that time, and it had grown into a sky-high sea within a few years.

It seemed that he shouldn't have agreed to be with Anping Hou and the others.

But at that time, apart from agreeing, where would he find a second way to go?

At that time, he was just a low-rank official who had just entered the Ministry of Rites. He didn't have a family background like Wang Liang, and he wasn't as stubborn and stubborn as He Kangsheng.

He has desires in his heart, he desires money, and he also desires the power over everyone.

His talent is not outstanding enough, his beliefs are not strong enough, and his character is not upright...

He was greedy for money and respected power and cherished his life. At that time, he seemed to have no other way to go except to answer to Lord Hou——

Chao Ling's expression gradually became dazed. The rotten vegetable leaves thrown by the people fell from the top of the prison cart and hit the cart with a "pop".

In fact, he may not have a second way to go. He can find an opportunity to report the matter to His Majesty after that.

If he had reported the matter to His Majesty at that time, he would definitely not have criticized him harshly, and maybe he could still be the emperor's secret work.

Ha ha!

Chao Ling leaned against the wooden railing of the prison cart, tears almost came out of the corners of his eyes, that's right, there was clearly a second path in front of him back then.

Unfortunately--

At that time, he was really dazzled by the power and wealth of the Hou Mansion, and he longed to be like them one day.

The crazily growing greed in his heart finally defeated his conscience, making him forget about loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, and since then he has been willing to become a ghost of the Hou's mansion.

He regrets it.

He thought, he probably regretted it, but what if he regretted it?

He was going to die soon, but when he was about to die, his wife, children, relatives and friends were still alive.

He couldn't say those words, even if he rotted them in his stomach.

Once he blurted out his words, he would be freed from the dead, but his relatives, friends, wives and children would never have peace in this life.

He can't be so selfish... No, it should be said, let him be selfish again.

Let him be selfish again before he died, he wanted his wife and children to live well, even if he couldn't return to Beijing for the rest of his life.

Considering His Majesty's wise wisdom today, he may not necessarily want the bits and pieces in his hands, which were originally collected by him to save his life, so how can he not save his life, and have done so much hard work in vain.

He even had a few more crimes on his back that didn't belong to him.

He looked away.

Chao Ling slowly closed his eyes, listening to the wooden wheel rolling over the bluestone, making a small sound, he had to parade through the streets before asking for the beheading, they will have passed through an east market now, and there is still a west market left.

After passing through the two episodes one by one, he can be taken to the intersection with the most traffic in Zhongshi, and his life will officially end there.

"Bam—"

The rotten melons and fruits cracked on the wooden fence, and the splashed flesh covered his face.

Chao Ling couldn't remember how many objects it was thrown up, he only knew that those things full of anger filled the bottom of the car, except for the small place where he had been sitting, the prison car There is no longer a place to stay inside.

The car drove into CIMC, and the guards of the imperial city escorting the prison car opened the chain on the wooden railing, and pushed him to the temporary small platform in the middle of the intersection.

The Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, who was the supervisor and beheader, had already been waiting by the side, and the executioner also sharpened the sinister three-foot machete, and brought a bowl of strong and mellow wine.

He was knelt down on the stage by someone, and Minister of the Ministry of Justice raised his head and looked at the sun in the sky. Seeing that the sunny day was about to go up to the sky, he couldn't help but sighed softly.

"Chao Ling, it's almost [-]:[-] noon, before the execution, do you have anything to say?"

excuse……

Slightly unfamiliar words penetrated into his ears, Chao Ling's eyes drifted for a moment, he subconsciously raised his eyes to look at the audience, and he caught a glimpse of Zhu Sheng's indifferent eyes in the crowd.

He suddenly smiled, and there was a hint of relief in the smile. Looking at the face he had never seen clearly, he felt full of absurdity——

"Sinner, I have nothing to say."

　It feels like I do enjoy writing complex characters of all kinds.
　　There are no ups and downs in this chapter, but I am very sad after reading it

　　just sad

　　Hey

　　Everyone makes mistakes, but not all mistakes deserve to be forgiven
　　Not all mistakes have a chance to be corrected

　　I still want to be a good person (too far)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)