Reborn Ming Dynasty as Emperor

Chapter 285 Fan Wencheng Sentenced

In front of Fan Zhongyan's tomb in Wu County, South Zhili.

Because Zhu Youxiao decreed that the tombs of loyal ministers and generals of the past dynasties should be rebuilt everywhere, so the tomb of Fan Zhongyan at this time was also refurbished.

When Fan Wencheng was escorted to the tomb of Fan Zhongyan, the place was already verdant, with pavilions, towers and pavilions, and a new look. His tomb was also covered with green bricks. Because the county government often cleaned it, his tombstone was not even a little bit of dirt. The wax on the stone offering table has not been burned out, and there are even some seasonal fruits on display.

"Your Majesty!"

The official in charge of the prison sentence is Zhang Juanning, the left servant of the Ministry of Punishment, and the person in charge of the execution is Liu Kongzhao, the admiral of the Nanjing Public Security Force.

Liu Kongzhao kicked Fan Wencheng. Fan Wencheng leaned forward and fell to his knees on the ground. A Ming army soldier picked up the wisp of money rat tail that was as thick as a copper coin hole on the back of his bare head.

"Ugly! It's really ugly!" After Liu Kongzhao couldn't help but say something, he followed Zhang Junning, the left servant of the Ministry of Punishment, into the temporary execution stand and sat on it.

It was noon at this time, and the sun was very hot. Fan Wencheng's bald head was a little red under the intense sun, and at the same time beads of sweat came out of his head one by one, dripping down. Into his eyes, he had to blink a few times immediately.

Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth bitterly, and his whole body was sunburned like needles, especially when the sweat rolled into his wound when he was tortured in Dongchang, the pain made him drowsy even more. Many gods.

He regrets it very much now, regretting that he took the initiative to invite Ying to enter the pass to contact the princes of various places, but he did not expect that the pass at this time is not as good as it was a year ago.

In the customs, not only did the Qing Dynasty have an intelligence system and detailed operations, but the Dongchang and Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty are now working harder than before, and they are pervasive, and they have also planted eyeliners inside the Qing Dynasty.

Fan Wencheng is now convinced that there must be Jin Yiwei's secret work by Huang Taiji's side, even by his side, otherwise his whereabouts would not be discovered so easily by Jin Yiwei's people.

"Fan Wencheng, look up and see who is in front of you?"

It was not yet noon, so Fan Wencheng was asked to kneel here in advance to make him suffer for a while longer. At this time, Zhang Juanning, the left servant of the Criminal Department, also began to question Fan Wencheng according to Zhu Youxiao's order.

Fan Wencheng didn't answer, but unexpectedly, a soldier of the Ming army directly hit Fan Wencheng in the face with the back of a knife, causing one of Fan Wencheng's front teeth to fly out on the spot: "Master of the Ministry of Punishment asked you something."

Fan Wencheng, who was leaking from his mouth, did not dare to pretend to be silent. He buzzed like a bee and replied, "Return, what the Master of the Ministry of Punishment said was Mr. Fan Wenzheng in the Song Dynasty, and he was also the ancestor of Fan. In the world, you can rule the army immediately, and you can rule the country under the horse, and you will eventually become a generation of famous ministers."

"It's not in vain to read the book, but since you are the descendant of Duke Fan Wenzheng, you should also take the world as your own responsibility. How can you take refuge in the Tartars, repeatedly admonishing the slave chiefs to plot against me? Are you guilty?"

Zhang Juanning, the left servant of the Ministry of Punishment, looked at Liu Kongzhao after asking, "Master Liu, do you have anything else to ask?"

But Liu Kongzhao stood up straight away, rolled up his sleeves and said, "Liu's ancestor was a character like Zhuge Liang, but Liu's unworthy descendant was very vulgar, so he didn't dare to mention that he was Liu Bowen in front of others. Afterwards, there are such shameless people nowadays, such as a dog traitor who shamelessly said that he is Fan Wenzheng, but he does not know that Liu admires Fan Wenzheng the most, and now I will teach this unworthy descendant of the Fan family a lesson!"

"Master Zhang of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, I am no better than you scholars. Asking a question is like chatting. I usually ask questions like this." Liu Kongzhao walked over after speaking, and slapped Fan Wencheng's old face directly. Fan Wencheng's eyes stared like gold stars: "My lord asks you, are you a traitor or not!"

Fan Wencheng didn't answer, but directly kowtowed to Liu Kongzhao: "My lord, please be merciful. I don't deserve your life. If your hand hurts because of beating a slave, it's the slave's crime. Huh Woo!"

"My lord is asking you if you are a traitor, what kind of slave are you calling me!"

Liu Kongzhao slapped him again, and Fan Wencheng kowtowed and said, "A traitor, a slave is a traitor, and a slave is a traitor!"

"Well, I'm finally a little self-aware," Liu Kongzhao said, shaking his hand: "Okay, Zhang Shilang, I've finished asking my lord, now I'm going to let people set off firecrackers. Hundreds of thousands of people in my Ming Dynasty were killed because of this dog. The traitor died at the hands of the Tartars or the Guan Ning army, and now that the chief culprit has been caught, it is a good time to celebrate!"

As Liu Kongzhao said, he ordered people to carry the firecrackers, spread them all over the hillside, and personally held incense and lit them.

Immediately, there was the sound of crackling firecrackers, shaking the whole green mountains and green waters. Liu Kongzhao himself laughed first, and the other Dongchang fanzi and Daming officers and soldiers also laughed.

But at this time, Fan Wencheng's head hit the ground, and he began to cry.

"Look at that coward, I also want to be the founding hero of the slave kingdom, just like you, I want that Huang Taiji to honor you as the sincerity uncle," Liu Kongzhao said, and Zhang Juanning, the left servant of the Ministry of punishment, also smiled wryly in a speechless way. , A literati would be ridiculed by a warrior in this way, and this situation may only occur when a literati betrays the country and the community.

When the sound of firecrackers ended, under the influence of the breeze, the smell of gunpowder smoke was blown towards Fan Wencheng, causing Fan Wencheng to cough and cry continuously.

This made Liu Kongzhao laugh even more, and said: "It seems that Mr. Fan Wenzheng has also manifested his spirit, otherwise he would not have blown these winds and kept blowing towards this traitor, haha! Mr. Fan, you Didn't you say that Wen Zhenggong is your ancestor, you see your ancestors will not forgive you!"

Seeing this, Zhang Junning couldn't help pulling Liu Kongzhao: "Okay, Admiral Liu, it's important for us to deal with business."

"Okay, it's important to do business, it's important to do business," Liu Kongzhao said, and sat down in a proper manner. At this time, Zhang Juanning, the left servant of the Criminal Department, got up and picked up a copy and said: "This is Wen Zhen, the number one scholar. The "Fan Wencheng Traitor Chronicles" written by Meng to you, His Majesty has already ordered first-class craftsmen to engrave this article on the inscription, and stand it next to the Fan Wenzheng Cemetery, so that everyone in the world can see it. Shame, if you leave a bad reputation for thousands of years, you will also shame your ancestors and your own family!"

After saying that, Zhang Juanning ordered: "Go and read it in front of Fan Wencheng, and after finishing the reading, the execution will begin, with a delay of [-] knives, to frighten the world!"

Fan Wencheng couldn't help trembling. How could he have thought that he would end up like this? At this moment, his heart was ashamed, and he looked up with a dry smile. Wen Zhenmeng's writing is very good, and every word is like a knife. Before he tasted the punishment Before the pain, his heart was already being torn apart one by one.

(End of this chapter)