Kowloon wins

Chapter 223 Making a Havoc in the Execution Ground ([-])

Seeing that the sky is about to start winter, the north wind is picking up, and the weather is very cold. Even though the sun is still shining brightly, the temperature is already very low. I can’t wear single clothes for a long time, but it’s not the time to wear leather jackets , if you don’t pay attention, you will be in danger of getting cold, but even so, it can’t stop people’s interest in watching the excitement. No, it’s only halfway through, and the entrance of the vegetable market is already crowded with people, not only on both sides of the street, but also on the second floor of the shops along the street. There are also people's heads surging between the windows and lattices of the building, nothing else, just because the annual autumn festival is scheduled at three quarters of the noon today.

Caishikou is located outside Xuanwu Gate, at the junction of Xicheng and Nancheng. Red—one means beheading, blood sprayed all over the ground when the head was severed, and the blood stained the loess; , all covered by a scarlet hooded cloth; Sanyue verified that he was upright on the spot with a red pen to seduce the soul, and marked the name of the executed criminal viciously with a red pen, and the rest was just a "click".

It goes without saying that "going on a red mission" is cruel and bloody, but the Chinese people seem to have no shyness about it. They are full of malicious joy, chatting cheerfully, and appreciating the life of others with great interest. It's really hard to say what kind of psychology it is to cruelly terminate, perhaps it can only be explained by the inferiority of the nation.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

It was only a quarter before noon, when there was a desolate sound of gongs, groups of criminal soldiers finally came out from the gate of Xuanwu Gate, among them were several gangsters in red clothes. Hands and twelve death row prisoners in shackles, the crowd who had been waiting for a long time erupted into a tsunami-like din, and the noise was as loud as the applause before the big show started.

Caishikou is said to be a dedicated execution ground, but in fact it is just a large open space, not to mention the execution platform, there is no fence, that is, the soldiers of the Ministry of punishment drove away the crowd of onlookers, and randomly surrounded an open space of about ten feet. There are also two writings, one is for the supervisor and execution officer to sit in, and the other is for the incense burner and other things, which is as simple as it is.

"Verify integrity!"

The members of the Ministry of Justice are all veterans who are used to red errands. Although they arrived late, it only took less than half a cup of tea to arrange all the arrangements that should be made in the execution ground, and they stayed until noon. As soon as he arrived, he heard the prison officer sitting behind the document yell loudly, his voice was like a thunderclap, and a penman led several yamen servants to a row of criminals who were kneeling on the ground, pretending to check Considering the identities of the death row prisoners, it is perfunctory to make it clear in such a hasty manner.

"The hour has come, execution!"

After verifying the authenticity of all the criminals in the written form, the supervisor and execution officer of the Ministry of Punishment, who sat high behind the copywriting, stopped delaying and glanced at the sundial placed in the corner of the copywriting. The onlookers who were chattering wildly fell silent in an instant, and countless people all opened their eyes wide, waiting with great interest for the good show of the head falling.

"Leave people under the knife!"

The supervisor gave an order, and the executioner, who had been waiting for a long time, did not dare to delay a bit, held the knife in his arms with his left hand, stretched out his right hand to take the tea cup from the tray held by the assistant, rinsed his mouth, and then picked up the wine cup With one inhalation, he put the full cup of wine in his mouth, then shook his left hand, straightened the big knife, opened his mouth, sprayed towards the big knife, and then took the wet big knife to the kneeling No.1 The prisoner stood up behind him, raised his arms, and raised the big knife straight above his head. Then he raised his free right hand and closed it on the handle of the knife. He took a deep breath, and he was about to swing the knife down. Cut it off, but at this moment, there was a loud shout, and immediately there was a commotion on the sidelines, and a group of burly men came out of the crowd surrounded by a boy in casual clothes.

"Presumptuous, who dares..."

Seeing that someone dared to trespass on the execution ground, the execution officer who was sitting high behind the copy was immediately furious. He slapped the copy suddenly, jumped up, opened his mouth without thinking, and yelled loudly, but he didn't finish his sentence. , already saw clearly who the visitor was, his face immediately froze, and he was dumbfounded and couldn't speak a complete sentence.

The person who came did not go to the copywriter, but just stood in the middle of the execution ground with such a big thorn, not only that, but also separated a dozen people to drive the executioner aside without any explanation, and blatantly protected all the criminals In the midst of this, as soon as this posture was shown, the audience couldn't help but burst into an uproar, dissatisfied remarks and whistles rang together, how noisy it was.

"Lu Kunpeng, the doctor of Xiaguan's autumn trial office, kowtowed to the little prince!"

Regardless of how the onlookers made a fuss, Lu Kunpeng pretended not to hear it at all. Just now he came to his senses, the man rushed out from behind the copywriting, almost scrambling and rushing to the place. In front of the young man, there was a well-behaved salute.

"Lu Langzhong, you are so brave, you dare to change the death row without permission, you can be convicted!"

It was Hong Qing who dared to break into the execution ground angrily. At this moment, seeing that the group of subordinates had successfully controlled all the criminals pending execution, the big stone hanging in Hong Qing's heart fell to the ground, and she was full of confidence. Under the circumstances, Lu Kunpeng would not give Lu Kunpeng a very good look, and this opening mouth was a merciless scolding.

"Gudu!"

Lu Kunpeng was dumbfounded when he heard that Hong Qing's mouth was charged with such a crime. For a while, he really didn't know how to deal with Hong Qing's accusation, and he could only swallow his saliva.

"Come here, take off the top hat of this thief embryo, and Ben Baylor will personally impeach this thief!"

Hong Qing came here to make a big fuss, so she didn't care about Lu Kunpeng's reaction, and didn't intend to listen to Lu Kunpeng's sophistry.

"twitter!"

As soon as Hong Qing gave this order, two palace guards in plain clothes agreed loudly, one left and one right pounced forward, wanting to take Lu Kunpeng down on the spot.

"Wait a minute, I don't know why, so I ask the little prince to speak clearly!"

The killing of the white goose is a secret of the Ministry of Criminal Justice. Although Lu Kunpeng is the prison officer, he is not the actual person who handled it. Of course, he also took part of the money. If something really happened, he would definitely escape from it. Jie, seeing that Hongqing was going to take him down without any scruples, Lu Kunpeng refused to sit still, jumped up suddenly, and roared loudly.

"I don't know why, hey, Lu Langzhong doesn't cry when he sees the coffin. Interesting, then Baylor will let you completely give up!"

The winning ticket was already in hand, Hong Qing didn't care about Lu Kunpeng's dying struggle, besides, Hong Qing had to leave some time for the third master who was coming, so she was happy to expose the Minister of Justice in front of tens of thousands of people in the capital The trick of the goose completely made things worse. Because of this, Hong Qing did not forcefully order Lu Kunpeng to be taken down immediately, but smiled contemptuously and walked slowly to the row of prisoners awaiting death. , pointed to the death row prisoner in the third position, and asked coldly: "Lu Kunpeng, tell Ben Baylor, who is this?"

"This……"

Lu Kunpeng had ghosts in his heart, seeing Hong Qing pointing out one of the three white geese as soon as he came up, his heart immediately became weak, his eyes dodged and he did not dare to look at Hong Qing.

"What? Lu Langzhong doesn't dare to say it, huh?"

It was already time for the bayonet to see red, Hong Qing would not be able to show any affection for Lu Kunpeng, and no matter how ugly his face was, his face became serious, and he pressed on with a cold voice.

"The little prince was joking, isn't it written on the signature on the back of the death row prisoner? Sun Miao, originally from Shanxi, now lives in the capital. He wanted to rob the daughter of the people, Mrs. Lu, but after being rejected, he brazenly instigated the servants to beat Mrs. Lu and her husband to death, fled for three months, and was arrested by Shanxi Taiyuan Prefecture in November of the 42nd year of Kangxi, and was immediately sent to Beijing for trial. In the past, he was sentenced to Dabi after pleading guilty, and after a decision by Yulan, he was scheduled to be beheaded at Caishikou today, and the subordinate officials have already verified his integrity, why did he make a mistake, and I ask the little prince to enlighten me!"

A guilty conscience is a guilty conscience, at this moment of life and death, Lu Kunpeng is obviously willing to go all out, and what he said will be smooth, and he is very impassioned, betting that Hong Qing has no evidence at hand.

"Oh, that's a good point. According to Lu Langzhong's statement, is he clearly pointing out that Ben Baylor is making trouble for no reason?"

It was still early, and before the third master and related people from the Ministry of Criminal Justice arrived, Hong Qing didn't want to finish the drama prematurely, and she would not be in a hurry to refute Lu Kunpeng's sophistry, but smiled happily With a high five, he asked nonchalantly.

"The lower official didn't say that. If the little prince insisted on thinking so, the lower official would have nothing to say."

Seeing that Hong Qing didn't show any evidence, Lu Kunpeng immediately became more courageous, and choked Hong Qing tit for tat.

"Hey, I have nothing to say, but Ben Baylor has a lot to say."

Hong Qing smiled coldly, and did not talk to Lu Kunpeng again, turned around gracefully, faced the death row prisoner who was kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, and asked in a calm tone: "Who are you, why are you acting on behalf of others?" Go to hell, if you have any grievances, just say it, Ben Bael will decide everything for you!"

"Villain, villain..., villain is Sun Miao!"

Hearing Hong Qing's question, the condemned prisoner who had kept his head down raised his head, a few traces of struggle appeared on his numb face, but in the end, he still gritted his teeth and admitted that it was Sun Miao himself.

"boom……"

Hearing that the response between Hong Qing and Lu Kunpeng was so explosive, the tens of thousands of people watching were all whetted. Unexpectedly, the death row prisoner himself didn't have the slightest intention of calling for injustice. People were pointing and yelling, and the whole scene was almost on the verge of getting out of control.

(End of this chapter)