Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 217

However, those who have not experienced it will never understand.

On the streets of Dahan, a hundred-year-old Xianyang old man shook his head and sighed: "That is the phoenix in the nine heavens. Ruhuang."

It was a sunny noon but cold and bleak, yellow sand rolled up on the flat ground, shops, wine shops, pawnshops, money houses, and teahouses on both sides of the road all closed their doors in unison. The dead man's white skin was drooping limply, with the occasional gust of wind, after a few blows, it hung lifelessly on it again.The bustling and noisy brothel on weekdays is also silent at this time. Those prostitutes and dancers who used to show off their heavy make-up are uncharacteristically wearing light make-up and plain clothes today, and wearing white flowers on their heads. At the end, something seems to be waiting.The vendors on the street closed their stalls early, but none of them went home. They stood on the street, holding their breath, standing on tiptoe, poking their heads, silently.Under the bright white sun, there were two snow-white vultures circling in the sky, and from time to time they uttered sharp chirps. The sound was broken and desolate, echoing far above Xianyang City.

Everything is like performing a pantomime, silent, but revealing a bone-chilling coldness and desolation.

Time passed slowly, it seemed slow, but it seemed so fast.

I don't know how long it took before a gust of wind suddenly picked up, rolled on the ground, and rolled across the spacious street with a whistling roar, so that everyone on the street had to cover their eyes, mouth and nose, and covered their eyes with long sleeves. , able to block those raging winds.

In the whistling wind, the creaking sound of the wheels slowly sounded at the end of the long street. The peddlers, merchants, waiters in restaurants, the tea masters in teahouses, the proprietresses in brothels, and those ordinary bitter hahaha heard the sound. The people living at the bottom of the society all put down their palms and looked towards the end of the street with wide eyes.

A long spear, two swords, three pairs of boots, hundreds of imperial soldiers in full armor, thousands of guards holding bows and spears, surrounded by tens of thousands of armored cavalry from the Gyeonggi camp, stretching for a long time. For several miles, they came slowly towards Zhengyang Square.

The clanging of the chains was heavy and piercing. Thousands of elders of the Manchu Dynasty were tied to the chained dragon hundreds of meters long. All the officials, big and small, and their family members meandered around. Everyone was dressed in gray and white prison clothes, looking tired, and their clothes were stained with blood. It was obvious that they had experienced severe torture.They staggered, walked very hard, and their faces were gray, without any expression and luster.Suddenly, there was a plop, and a child about eleven or twelve years old fell to the ground. The one next to him seemed to be his mother. Just as he was about to reach out to help the child, he was suddenly whipped by the soldier next to him.

The ear-piercing screams immediately spread throughout the long street.

The new prefect of Xianyang, together with the three judiciary executives, and the three law directors of the Shang Law Academy Qi Qi frowned, and the prefect Xu Changling frowned and winked at the guards on the side.I saw the soldier walking forward with a face like iron, grabbed the child on the ground, and walked down, disappearing among the heavy soldiers.

In the cold and silent sky, only the piercing screams of the young mother were left.

These are all the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty who were involved in the rebellion of King Xuan. These ministers who had been friends with King Xuan in the past, after gritting their teeth and swearing to death, failed to utter the answer Qin Zhiye wanted. Today, I will be executed with King Xuan.

Along with, their families.

The cold wind howled, and the yellow sand blinded the eyes, but no one ever blindfolded them.Just because, after the long queue of people passed by, at the end of the long street, there was finally the sound of creaking wheels again, and a rough prison car slowly appeared in everyone's sight.

The khaki rough wooden cart was full of a faint stench, and on the dark red base, there was a faint blood-red light.This prison car, which carried an unknown number of prisoners who committed the most heinous crimes or died unjustly, finally ushered in the most glorious moment in its prison car career today.I saw the man in the car with soothing eyebrows, his face was like a jade crown, but he was slightly pale, his long black hair was scattered on his shoulders, he was still dressed in the black wedding robe embroidered with red luan on that day, his expression was indifferent, his eyes were slightly Closed, sitting cross-legged in the prison car, as if falling asleep, although his expression was hard to hide haggard, but he didn't have the slightest sense of depression.It is still so noble, graceful and elegant.

It's like his usual tour on weekdays.

I don't know when it started, among the people, some people cried in a low voice, the voice was very small, but it was so clear, it seemed to be a woman's sob, gradually there was the low panting of an old man, and gradually there was a man in his prime. Choking, and gradually, the clear crying of the child was added.

The carriage gradually moved forward, and the wheels slowly rolled across the dusty streets. Despite the persecution of those spears and sharp arrows, the people in Xianyang City spontaneously knelt down when the carriage came to everyone. on the ground.Looking from a distance, those sad knees knelt on the ground one after another, and thousands of heads were dwarfed, like waves of floods.The cries gradually became louder, the name of King Xuan was silently recited in the crowd, and the vultures in the sky were screaming and screaming, the voice was shrill, like dead and desperate souls, singing the lamentation of death.

A heavy atmosphere filled the air, tears filled the streets and alleys of Xianyang, the bells rang one after another at the city tower, and there was only one hour left before the beheading time, and the twelve bells struck the hearts of everyone On the ground, the suppressed crying echoed violently in the air, full of sadness.

"Wait a minute, wait a moment!" The staggering old man suddenly shouted loudly, the convoy stopped, and turned their heads to look at the source of the sound, only to see the old man in green clothes staggering up to him. Many dark red wounds were still bleeding ferociously.

"My lords, this old man is a criminal, and he is not allowed to enter the execution ground. Let this old man offer a glass of wine to the old master here."

Uncle Xiang knelt on the ground, his old face was full of signs of weather and weakness, and there was no one in Xianyang City who did not know this old man.He is the steward of Prince Xuan's mansion, different from the servants of other ministers and lords, he is a generous and kind old man, even when he goes shopping in the street, he never bullies others.

Xu Changling frowned, and looked at Liao Kai, the executive officer of the third justice. The old and refined Master Liao of the third justice quickly turned his head to the side, pretending not to see that this errand was very difficult. On the one hand, the king committed the anger of the people, but on the other side, it was difficult to deal with it.Xu Changling was slightly angry, and finally said in a deep voice: "The time for execution is coming, just kowtow and go."

"Yes, yes, thank you sir."

Uncle Xiang's old and crooked body came before Qin Zhiyan's prison car, and he knelt on the ground tremblingly, tears streaming down his cloudy eyes, the tears streaming down his wrinkled face, the old man knocked his head heavily on the ground, He shouted loudly: "My lord, this old slave kowtows to you."

Qin Zhiyan's face remained the same, his brows were slightly frowned, and he slowly raised his head with his eyes closed.

With a bang, Uncle Xiang slammed his head on the ground again, took out a jug of wine from the basket, sprinkled it on the loess, and said in a desolate and old voice: "My lord, this old slave has made a toast to you."

The cries in the crowd became louder and louder, and those suppressed voices were more sad than howling. The ministers of civil and military affairs who were walking in the front row turned around one after another and looked at the man who was kneeling on the ground covered in scars but still kowtowed. The old man burst into tears.

"My lord, this old slave is here to see you off. The old slave has already done everything you ordered. You can go at ease. In the next life, it's fine to be a commoner, a poor person, a foreigner, or an ordinary person. Just don't Be a prince again."

The restlessness of the people grew louder, Xu Changling frowned, and said to the guards on both sides: "Drag him down."

"Yes!" The guards responded, grabbed Uncle Xiang's two old arms like wolves and tigers, and dragged him down the long street. Far away, the old man was still shouting: "My lord, old slave!" I can't go see you off, you go all the way!"

The sun was bright and white, with a desperate temperature. The chariots and horses gradually walked, and the people followed behind the chariots and horses, pulling their clothes and stamping their feet, crying continuously.

Zhengyang Square occupies a huge area. It used to be the garrison of the Gyeonggi Camp. Later, a camp was established outside the city, and it was vacated. It can accommodate tens of thousands of people at the same time. On a high stone platform, thousands of The criminals have been detained, the shackles have been removed, and thousands of beheading tables stand behind them. The scene is very spectacular.

The emperor's relatives and relatives were beheaded, mostly poisoned wine and white silk, in order to save the royal family's face.But Qin Zhiye chose to use such a method to kill Qin Zhiyan, just to establish his prestige.

The prison car slowly drove up to the stone platform, Qin Zhiyan stood in front of the beheading platform, his ink robe fluttered, his long hair was loose, his face was like fine white jade, his eyebrows were like swords, and he had the air of an independent king.

Xu Changling and Mr. Liao of the three courts sat side by side, and on both sides were the three directors in charge of the law court.Xu Changling looked up at the sun, saw that the time was almost up, and ordered: "Go to the shackles and go to the execution platform!"

A sturdy swordsman in red clothes stepped forward, walked in front of Qin Zhiyan, suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed his head, and said in a deep voice, "My lord, I will send you on your way."

After finishing speaking, he slowly raised the long knife and held it high behind Qin Zhiyan's neck.

With a bang, the people in the audience suddenly became agitated, and countless people finally couldn't help crying loudly. Qin Zhiyan's title of king was constantly called out, and even Bing Yong in the audience couldn't help being silent. cry.Seeing this, Xu Changling yelled angrily, and shouted loudly: "Whoever dares to make a noise and disrupt the court will be interrogated with other criminals!"

(End of this chapter)