Red Mansion: Bastards rule the roost

After listening to Zhou Wei's report, Jia Cong sighed in his heart when he learned that the Supreme Emperor had issued an edict again and that Emperor Xifeng had decided with his pen.

Over the years, he has killed many people and has become indifferent to life and death. It is just a pity that he could not change the fate of the Jin Chai people.

Maybe there have been some changes, at least Lin Ruhai is not dead, Daiyu's body has recovered, Qin Keqing did not die early, Qingwen will not be kicked out by Mrs. Wang to die of illness, Jin Chuan'er is also rescued, You Er Sister, Third Sister You probably won’t die violently.

Thinking that he had done a lot of "good things", Jia Cong felt a little comforted. If these women were closely related to the Jia family's fate, he could somewhat restore the Jia family's decline.

"Old Zhou, come and see me off tomorrow in person," Jia Cong said.

Zhou Wei admired Jia Cong when he saw that he was not frightened when he was about to die. He had seen too many so-called unyielding and upright civil servants and military generals, and almost all of them were ugly when faced with the death penalty.

If the Emperor hadn't intervened twice in a row this time, this case would never have ended.

Yin said in a deep voice: "I humbly obey my orders, sir, do you have any instructions?"

Jia Cong shook his head and said: "Old Zhou, the glory of the family, fame, fortune and wealth are nothing to me. The only thing I can't worry about is the female family members at home. If it's convenient in the future, I can take care of them if I can."

Zhou Wei cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, sir. I will do my best in this humble position to repay your kindness."

Jia Cong dismissed Zhou Wei, thought for a while, and called out: "Bird speed."

A figure came out of the shadows and said, "Master, please give me your instructions."

"If I'm no longer here, you should immediately find an opportunity to get rid of Jia She, the eldest boss of Rongguo Mansion."

Jia Cong said coldly that even though he was gone, he still had to take these scum away to avoid harming the family.

In this way, the only direct male members of the Rong Mansion are Jia Lian and Jia Baoyu, two people who have no ability to do evil, and the little boy Jia Lan, who probably won't attract attention.

"Yes, Master." A trace of reluctance flashed in Niao Su's eyes. In fact, Jia Cong was a very good master, better than all the famous names and generals in Japan.

It's just that ninjas have always believed in obeying orders, so she didn't dare to object.

The next day, Lu Wenbin, the left minister of the Ministry of Punishment, brought a group of prisoners to the court and read out the imperial edict.

Everyone except Jia Cong fell to the ground when they heard that they were executed by the royal pen. Jia Rong was so frightened that he peed in the hall.

"Verify his identity and escort him to the execution ground!" Lu Wenbin shouted.

All the government officials and jailers came up and asked them about their names, place of origin, and background. They didn't care whether they were paying attention or not. They directly pinned them down and tied them up, put death cards on their backs, and pushed them out of the White Tiger Gate.

Escorted by hundreds of police officers, government officials and soldiers from the infantry commander's office, the crowd left the inner city in prison cars and arrived at the intersection of Xuanwumen Outer Street South, Guang'anmen Inner Street and Luomashi Street.

There is a place called Caishikou, which has always been the execution ground where the Ministry of Punishment executed prisoners.

There are many execution grounds in Shenjing, including Jiaodaokou and Xisi Pailou, but they are not very famous. They usually only kill prisoners who are not worthy of execution.

Caishikou is used to execute heinous felons or powerful officials, so it is the most famous and has the largest number of onlookers.

Jia Cong waited for the prison van to arrive, but no one dared to throw debris into the prison van.

First, because dozens of Jinyiti cavalry surrounded Jia Cong’s car;
Second, after many days of publicity and exaggeration by Jin Yiwei, Jia Cong has been molded into a loyal minister who has served the country, loves the people like a son, and dares to resist the powerful.

Because he killed many gentry who colluded with bandits and caused trouble in Jiangnan, he was retaliated by traitors and convicted.

The people have always been full of sympathy and respect for such people. In the eyes of the people, as long as they do not bully the people, they are good officials. Those who dare to kill wealthy people are even better officials.

Jia Cong saw that the guillotine had been set up at Caishikou, and the people watching the excitement were already crowded around.

Several burly men wearing red scarves and red clothes stood with swords in their hands. He had been beheaded in Jiangnan Prison before, so he knew the rules and smiled bitterly. He did not expect that one day he would also be beheaded.

The officials of the three departments have already taken their seats in the reed tent under the stage, including Lu Wenbin, the left minister of the Ministry of Justice, Luo Bin, the minister of Dali Temple, and Xian Xiangce, deputy secretary of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.

Jia Cong and others were led to the table and knelt down on the west side. A Yamen servant brought a bowl of white rice with a pair of chopsticks stuck upright in the middle. There was a piece of half-cooked meat on it. They passed it through under everyone's mouth and nose. This is called Ciyang rice.

After eating Ciyang rice, it’s time to hit the road. At this time, most people are not in the mood to eat, so just smell it and forget it.

Jia Cong looked at the various people in the audience, his mind went blank, and he secretly thought that if he died this time, would he still have a chance to be reincarnated? His eyes swept over the prison table, and suddenly he felt something was wrong.

In addition to the officials of the Sanfa Department, there was also Zhou Wei at the prison table.

Next to them were Lei Tai, Kongxing, Xie Hui, Wang Fei and other thousands of households. Hundreds of captains in flying fish uniforms, among the Yamen servants, policemen and soldiers, formed another layer of surroundings, tightly surrounding the entire execution place.

However, what these people wear on their waists is not the Xiuchun knife of the Jinyiwei standard, but a special horizontal knife.

Jia Cong's pupils shrank. How could he not recognize the weapons of his own soldiers?

He hurriedly looked at Lei Tai, Kongxing and others, and saw that the four generals who had been discovered by him from the prison camp were nodding towards him with a confident expression.

Jia Cong immediately determined the purpose of these people. They clearly wanted to rob the law field.

Wang Fei was still a little hesitant at first. After all, Jinyiwei Qianhu was so beautiful that he was reluctant to part with it. Lei Tai only said, "You are the confidant brought out by the Lord. Something happened to the Lord. Can you die well?"

He was determined to return to Liaodong in the worst case. As long as Jia Cong was around, he would have no worries about food and clothing.

Jia Cong secretly complained that if the execution site was robbed, he could leave, but what about the girls at home?
He didn't believe that Dongchang would be so stupid and let the Jia family transfer people without noticing.

The fact is that if Dongchang discovers that the Rong Mansion has moved its family members, it can be immediately concluded that someone is trying to rob the execution ground, so they can use the plan to trap them and make the death of the two mansions more miserable.

Mr. Pang would not make such a stupid mistake. The only possibility is that all the important women in the family are here, so he is prepared to sacrifice everyone to protect himself.

Jia Cong was anxious, this was contrary to his expectation, but now that he was about to be beheaded, how could he influence the situation at the scene.

I looked around and found many unfamiliar faces among the crowd of people watching. Although the Jurchens pretended to be Han, Jia Cong had dealt with them for several years in Liaodong, and he was also the Jurchens' son-in-law. How could he not recognize them? You can tell something is wrong just by looking at your skin color, appearance, and temperament.

Apparently Sister Wanyan was also involved in what happened today.

And where Jia Cong couldn't see, at the inns on both sides of the road from Caishikou to the south via Shenxian Hutong, Xiheng Street, Sheng'an Temple Street and You'anmen, there were hundreds of soldiers scattered among them, hiding in the guest rooms.

All of them wore helmets and armor, and their sharp swords were leaning against the wall. The horses in the inn's stables had already been fed and drunk, and were saddled and ready to charge into battle at any time.

This group of people was led by Yan Shuangying. Their mission was to rush in and respond immediately once someone took action at Caishikou to ensure smooth flow from the execution ground to You'anmen.

In a tavern next to the execution ground, a big man like an iron tower did not watch the excitement. He just ate cooked beef and poured himself a drink. Two copper hammers were thrown at his feet. Under his thin coat, there were bulging and clear outlines. Obviously wearing iron armor underneath.

Zhang Yuanba is waiting here to replace Jia Cong.

Outside the city, Wanyan sisters have prepared enough war horses and manpower. As soon as Jia Cong and others leave the city, they will ride south immediately.

In Shandong or Hebei, find a place to drop grass, and then slowly return to Liaodong for Xu's plan.

Jia Cong smiled bitterly. He had no doubt that with the men in his hands, if he suddenly attacked, he could definitely rush out of Shenjing.

Neither Dongchang nor the old party would have expected that he would abandon his family and walk away.

This is the cruelest point of the whole plan, sacrificing two palaces just to rescue Jia Cong.

This was also Pang Chao's last resort. As the mastermind, his first priority was naturally to save the life of his lord, and no women or family members had anything to do with it.

At this time, Pang Chao was sitting in a private room by the window on the third floor of a restaurant on the street, staring intently at the execution ground.

Wen Zhen, Zhou Wei and other senior Jinyiwei elders naturally discovered that today's captains had all changed into unfamiliar faces as soon as they arrived, secretly thinking that something was wrong.

But now that there are people watching all around them, how can they dare to show any clues? These people even dare to rob the execution ground, how can they be stingy about killing people?
This was acting smart, but it was courting death, so the two of them looked at each other in a tacit understanding, just pretending not to know. Since they were not involved anyway, if the blame came from above, they would only blame Ningrong's second house, not Jin Yiwei.

Today I am just here to supervise the beheading, and the main character is Sanfa Si. You have to be careful later, because if you are accidentally injured, you will be wronged.

Seeing that noon had arrived, Lu Wenbin picked up a fire sign and shouted: "The time has come, kill him."

Bang, the fire sign is thrown.

Everyone's heart was tense. Jie Hui was riding on the horse, staring at the stage, holding the big bow tightly, his palms sweating slightly.

An executioner came on stage, knelt on one knee in front of Jia Cong, clasped his fists and said, "Sir, I have been ordered to send you to death. Please feel free to go."

After saying that, he stood up, took out the death card from Jia Cong's back and threw it on the ground. He took a sip of strong wine and sprayed it on the blade.

In order to ensure stability, the old party killed Jia Cong first.

"Let me in! I want to talk to my third brother!" A young man on the roadside pushed the government servant who was blocking the road. It was Jia Huan.

When the yamen officer saw that he was dressed luxuriously, he didn't dare to offend him too much, so he just ordered him to stay back.

"Third brother, third brother!" Jia Huan yelled and waved at the top of his lungs.

Seeing this, Jia Cong said loudly: "Master Lu, please let my brother come in and say goodbye to me."

Lu Wenbin frowned slightly and looked at the other supervisors.

Wen Zhen said hurriedly: "Dang Koubo volunteered to be punished on his father's behalf, which is an act of great filial piety. He should be allowed to say goodbye."

The people around him also spoke for Jia Cong.

"Let my brother say something."

"You officials, don't go too far."

"What's the big deal about saying something?"

"It's not even three quarters past noon."

……

Seeing the surge of public opinion, Lu Wenbin, Luo Bin and Xiang Ce looked at each other and could only wave their hands and said: "Hurry up, don't waste time."

The yamen officer let people in.

Jia Huanfei ran over, threw himself in front of Jia Cong, hugged him and cried: "Third brother!"

Jia Cong was also very moved and said in a deep voice: "Brother Huan, have you forgotten what I told you? If a man bleeds and doesn't shed tears, why are you crying? Are all the sisters at home okay?"

Jia Huan held back her tears and choked up: "No, I'm all worried about you. You're about to be beheaded, and the old lady is still coaxing them, saying you're fine."

Jia Cong sighed. He couldn't care less now. He could save everyone, so he whispered: "Brother Huan, you leave the city immediately and wait outside You'anmen. Do you understand?"

This was the closest place to Guangning Gate and You'an Gate, so he expected to break through from this gate. Since Guangning Gate was in the wrong direction, it was most convenient to go south through You'an Gate.

"What are you waiting for?" Jia Huan said.

Jia Cong frowned and shouted: "Go if I tell you to, go quickly!"

Jia Huan did not dare to disobey, wiped his tears and stood up, reluctantly left the stage. Unable to bear to see the tragic scene of Jia Cong's head falling to the ground, he turned back and disappeared into the crowd.

But the executioner raised his ghost-headed knife, aimed it at Jia Cong's neck, and struck him with the knife. (End of chapter)