Prosperous Concubine

Chapter 296 The Death of Chen Jing (2)
The news of Chen Jing's poisoning of his original partner Su Xueqing caused an uproar in the capital, and the people in the streets and alleys were discussing enthusiastically, scolding Chen Jing for being a cruel and merciless viper, who should be cut to death.

When Mu Yutang came to the square to observe the execution in a carriage, he saw a sea of ​​people in the square, and the execution platform was surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside.

Chen Jing was wearing a white prison uniform, her hands were cut behind her back and tied behind her back, and she walked over slowly under the escort of four guards. A little bit of silver was born, as if it had aged ten years overnight.

The onlookers reprimanded and cursed, and countless rotten vegetables, rotten leaves, bricks, and tiles threw at her one after another.

Rotten leaves covered her head, rotten vegetables covered her face, bursts of rotten stench penetrated her nostrils and went straight to her heart, a sharp cold light flashed in her eyes, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, stones and tiles hit her body, burning pain , she ignored it, and walked up to the execution platform step by step with a calm face!
When Mu Yutang saw her kneeling in the center of the execution platform, she raised her eyebrows lightly: so easy to accept her fate?This is not like her style!
Looking up, I saw Mu Yuncheng separated from the crowd with the help of the guards, stepped on the execution platform, walked up to Chen Jing, brought out a bowl of food, and said with a sad face: "Mother, we are about to go on the road, you can eat some Bar!"

The white rice is covered with bright red braised pork, and the aroma is wafting, which makes people salivate.

Her favorite meal on weekdays became her meal. Chen Jing had mixed feelings in her heart, and shook her head with bitter eyes: "I can't eat it!"

"You are about to leave... Mother and child are separated... You can eat a little..." Mu Yuncheng's voice was choked up, and tears flickered in his eyes.

Chen Jing looked at her son's sincerely grateful eyes, her heart and eyes were full of sourness, and she nodded lightly: "Okay!"

Mu Yutang watched Chen Jing take a symbolic bite of the braised pork under the feeding of Muyun City, her eye circles instantly turned red, and she couldn't help raising her eyebrows slightly: Chen Jing was executed, husband Mu Zhen, brother Chen Xianhe, daughter Mu Yunjia didn't come to see her off, or she came because she was afraid of being criticized, so she hid in the crowd and didn't show up.

Only Mu Yuncheng stood up to everyone's accusations and scolding, and generously stepped onto the execution platform to give her a bowl of farewell food. This kind of filial piety is worthy of praise!

The case was heard by Mr. Yang of Shuntian Prefecture, and he was also responsible for the execution. He looked at the rising sun, patted the hall wood, and said coldly: "Mr. Get off the execution platform!"

Mu Yuncheng lowered his eyelids, handed the porcelain bowl to the guard, clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Master Yang: "My lord, my mother's murder of Su Xueqing is unforgivable, but she is Yuncheng's mother after all, and Yuncheng can't bear it." Seeing her suffering in hell after death, I want to ask the eminent monk to save my mother, and I also ask for your permission!"

Chen Jing did a lot of evil, and he deserved to go to hell after death, but Qinglong Kingdom's filial piety is the first, and Chen Jing's beheading in Yangjian is tantamount to atonement for all sins. , it would be a little unreasonable if you sternly refused.

Mr. Yang pondered for a moment, stroked his beard lightly and nodded: "Okay, but, eminent monks can only perform salvation under the execution platform, not on the execution platform!"

"Thank you, my lord!" Mu Yuncheng was full of joy, his eyes flashed a hint of inscrutable, as long as the monk can be saved, it doesn't matter whether he goes to the execution platform, he bent down and gave a deep salute to Master Yang, who was supported by the guards, Step off the platform.

Dozens of monks wearing monk robes and cassocks stepped forward over the common people, tapped the wooden fish around the execution platform, and chanted scriptures in a low voice, preparing to save the vicious souls.

Mu Yutang looked at the ring seals with different numbers and colors on their heads, and blinked: They are real monks, not guards or hidden guards pretending to be them, but Muyun City invites them to come, not just to save the soul So simple.

Xiao Qingyu looked at Mu Yutang's slightly frowned brows, with a dark light in his pupils, and said in a faint voice, "Are you worried?"

Mu Yutang nodded: "I always feel that there is a conspiracy in Muyun City!"

Mu Yuncheng is only 15 years old and still a child. If he is really filial, seeing his mother is about to be beheaded, his eyes will be full of sadness and pain, instead of what he is now, with a painful face and calm eyes, like All things are under control.

After the monks knocked on the wooden fish, they took out a rattle, shook it gently, and continued to chant sutras. The profound scriptures came to the ears, making people feel peaceful. Flashing a slight sneer, he turned to look at Xiao Qingyu, with an inscrutable smile: "I know what kind of trick Mu Yuncheng wants to play, you lend me two snow-clothed guards, I have a magical effect."

Xiao Qingyu looked at the bright light shining in her eyes, and an imperceptible smile appeared in her black eyes, and said lightly: "Okay!"

Mu Yutang got out of the carriage and left with Xue Yiwei.

Xiao Qingyu sat in the carriage, sipping tea, watching the sun move to the center, the executioner on the execution platform strode forward, took off the wooden plaque on Chen Jing's back, and raised the butcher's knife high.

Muyun City under the execution platform winked at the monks indiscriminately. The monks understood it, and the voice of chanting suddenly rose, and the shaking bell in their hands was shaking fast and urgently, and the bright sun shone on the shaking bell. On the top, the dazzling light is refracted, and the dazzling people can't open their eyes.

At this moment, Master Yang, the guards, and the onlookers all turned their eyes elsewhere, and raised their hands to block the brilliant light. Little did they know that a piece of ground on the execution platform was sunken suddenly, and Chen Jing After being brought underground, another person wearing a prison uniform floated up and took Chen Jing's place.

Everything happened between the lightning stones, so fast that people had no time to react, but Xiao Qingyu saw it clearly, and slowly sipping the tea in his cup, a faint sarcasm appeared in his obsidian-like pupils: As expected!

Fake Chen Jing, also can be called Aunt Li, with her head bowed, messy hair hanging on her forehead, covering her face, similar to the real Chen Jing's appearance, she was drugged, unable to speak, unable to move, Unable to announce the truth loudly, he looked past the crowd watching the excitement, and stared at Mu Yuncheng, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if to say: "I will go to the underworld to reserve a place for you, waiting for you scumbags Come down quickly!"

Mu Yuncheng felt her strong hatred, and frowned tightly, hoping that the executioner would drop the knife soon, but the executioner did not disappoint him. After a short pause, he raised the knife with a crisp hand: "click", Cut off Aunt Li's neck.

The round head gurgled and rolled to the side, Mu Yuncheng hurried forward, flew onto the head, hugged the head tightly and cried hoarsely: "Mother, have a good journey, mother..."

Where no one else could see, he tightly covered his head with a white cloth, and his eyes shone cold and gloomy beyond his actual age: As long as others couldn't see the face of the head, they would think that it was his mother who died. With my uncle's two hidden guards, my mother should have been saved.

(End of this chapter)