After dawn, Qin Mazi didn't find anyone to know the inexplicable imperial edict of the Eastern King. The edicts were issued every day in the city of Tianjing, with various contents. Even the dreams they had last night were written in a very special way. This edict was so simple. Who knew what these divine guys said? As an envoy, his potential mission was even more important.

He instructed Zheng Abao to go to Mad Dog Beech to exchange his "cannon-making experience". He asked his subordinates to get on the car and sent a few female relatives picked up from the Heavenly King's Mansion to his home to find relatives and go out of the city to pay tribute. Qin Mazi knew very well that the women were just like slaves now. When they returned to Hai Song, they immediately turned over and became noble ladies and had to flatter them.

At noon, Qin Mazi, who was returning to the embassy hall for dinner, heard another strange edict from the Eastern King on the way: "The ministers in the court are not effective, and they have not worshipped the emperor's true gods together."

This makes people even more confused. Did the court officials offend the Eastern King?

"What, is the King of Dong going to reorganize the army?" Qin Mazi called the coachman to stop the coachman and said, "Go to Ximen and find Lord Zhong."

But at first sight, Qin Mazi felt nervous. The subordinate of the Dongwang asked him to have dinner at home with a smile, without any sign of uneasiness in his face.

At the dazzling banquet of Zhong Han’s house, Qin Mazi asked: “Brother, what do the two edicts mean today? Who is bright? Who doesn’t worship the true god?”

"Hi! Nothing is the shit!" Zhong Han smiled and said, "I heard that Chen Cheng, the Marquis of Heaven, did not go to court yesterday. Someone saw him running to the Heavenly King's Mansion. Of course, the King of Dong was angry. The disrespectful god is saying that he is."

"Chen Cheng? The prime minister of the heavenly officials? The head of all officials?" Qin Mazi was stunned.

"Isn't it just for the promotion of the Eastern King?" Wallace Chung looked relaxed. Although he was at his own home, he still whispered: "How can there be two long live in the world? The Heavenly King will definitely not accept it! But it's nothing great. The world is beaten by the Eastern King. The Heavenly King is just a god. What is the title of long live for a god?"

"The struggle is fierce. Go back and write a report and you will definitely make contributions." Qin Mazi said in his heart, but smiled on his face, raised his glass and said, "I first came to Tianjing. I don't know anything. Thanks to my elder brother's advice, I'll give you a glass."

"Xiao Qin, you're out again." Wallace Chung smiled.

Things went smoothly. Qin Mazi was also happy. She drank a few more drinks and grinned when she went to bed. In his dream, he saw that he bought a house near the Governor's Mansion. The old lady sat everywhere outside the house and said to him, "Look, the court official."

Qin Mazi smiled and nodded. When he walked to the front of the carriage, the Western carriage decorated with silver bars suddenly turned into a sedan chair for Qing officials. A Qing yamen runner beat the big gong in front of him.

"Where is my carriage?" Qin Mazi asked dissatisfiedly. He felt that the sedan chair was not as powerful as the Western carriage. The reason was very simple. Not only was Western carriage expensive, but also, raising horses and raising grooms was not affordable. Bang bang!" The yamen runner from the road continued to beat the gong foolishly.

"Fuck me, I'm asking you! Stop knocking!" Qin Mazi showed his power in his dream.

"Bang bang!" Qin Mazi opened his eyes on the bed. There was no way to beat the gong. Someone kicked the door!

"Bang!" The person outside the door kicked the door suddenly, and half of the wooden door pin was pulled out of the wood, and half of the wooden stubble looked at Qin Mazi on the bed in the cold moonlight with malicious intentions.

Who kicked the door like this with kind intention?

Qin Mazi was shocked and took out a pistol from under the pillow. Then he kicked Zheng Abao down on the bed next to him, but he was still glad that he was afraid that this bastard would cause trouble and insisted on letting him live in the same room with him. If there is something wrong now, he will not face it alone.

"Bang! Bang!" The solid wooden door of the embassy was finally kicked open, and the door railing was almost torn. After being kicked open, the force of the wooden door was not extinguished, and it hit the wall behind it again, making another loud noise.

Qin Mazi rolled in front of the wooden door and climbed out of bed. He knelt on the ground, pointing the pistol in his hand at the door, next to him was the sleepy Young Master Zheng Er, and in front of them was the sword jungle that rushed in to point at their necks.

"Bang!" A crisp sound was made by a pistol falling on the floor. Qin Mazi looked at the murderous soldiers in front of him and stuttered: "Who are you? What do you want to do? I...we are... envoys of the Song Dynasty!"

A quarter of an hour later, Qin Mazi and Zheng Er, wearing shorts and top hats, stood in the center of the street in horror and inexplicably.

The soldiers who were holding weapons and murderous intent just now asked them to get out. Of course, they both got out immediately, but Zheng Abao thought that his clothes were all on the chair beside the bed. He turned around and wanted to get them. A sharp knife tip stabbed him hard in his eyes. The two of them only took two high hats hanging next to the door and walked out of the embassy hall with swords and weapons everywhere.

"Brother. What's going on? Check for opium?" Zheng Abao lifted his shorts and watched a Taiping Army official in the embassy howl and was thrown down from the second floor. He took a breath and asked Qin Mazi next to him.

Qin Mazi didn't hear it at all. He bent down and looked at the scene in front of him, stunned: their embassy was opposite the Dongwangfu Street, and at this moment, the wide and clean street was full of Taiping soldiers wearing red turbans, three steps and two steps. Looking at the red light under the two rows of lanterns at the entrance of the Tianwangfu, people were surging there, and soldiers kept rushing in with spears, big swords, and charging speed.

The weapons slashed in the huge walls, the women cried, the sounds of killing and the sounds of helping each other, as if the highest power center in Tianjin was suddenly bubbling like boiling water.

"What are you doing!" A few soldiers rushed out from somewhere and shouted loudly in Cantonese. They were covered in their hair and could not see their faces clearly, but the cold light of the weapon and the fierce tone were like a group of evil spirits in the dark.

"Envoy of the Great Song Dynasty!" Qin Mazi shouted loudly.

Soon he, Zheng Abao and a group of people who were driven out of the embassy, ​​squatting in a row under the walls of the Eastern Prince's Mansion. They could only see straw sandals, spear poles and scabbards shaking around in front of them.

I don’t know how long it took, a group of people rushed out of the gate of the Dongwang Mansion not far away, and immediately a sound of a hoe hitting the ground forcefully came. Qin Mazi and the others carefully tilted their heads and used their light to see what happened.

I saw a group of soldiers digging the ground in the middle of the street in the dark. Soon a large wooden pillar was erected in the center of the street, and then burst into tears.

A dark shadow in a multi-layered robe looked at the things in his arms standing under the pillar and cried loudly, just like a mother looking at a seriously ill baby. But this was a man's voice.

Amid the loud crying, the irrelevant person at the wall heard the man cursing: "Damn Yang Xiuqing!" As he said that, he raised the round thing in his arms and slapped heavily on the ground.

Then he continued to cry and pull the ground hair on the thing, as if he was holding the iron chain of a meteor hammer, and smashed it hard on the pillars in the middle of the street.

"Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu! Pu!" This strange sound spread far in the darkness.

"That's a head!" Zheng Abao's young eyes were good, and he turned his head and said to Qin Mazi in a low voice. Then the two of them shivered together.

In the end, the man seemed to have finally finished venting his hair on the human head, and his crying turned into a choking. The human head hung high on the wooden pillars on the street.

After dawn, there were not many soldiers on the street, but they were no longer guarding them, watchmakers, diplomats, and satin merchants.

Qin Mazi moved his numb knees and limped towards the pillar showing public.

Under the pillar, he stared at the bloody head and shouted in dismay: "King Dong?!!!!"

Then he slowly turned his head and looked at the tree closest to him, which seemed to be covered with black "fruits" with bloody smell overnight. The branches were covered with chopped heads.

It is not just this tree that grows this "fruit". This long street has become a forest full of bloody heads. Thousands of people in the Eastern Palace grew into branches overnight, and the streets were dyed red by the blood shed from the heads.

"What the hell is going on?" Qin Mazi sat down under the pillar and couldn't close his mouth for a long time.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" From the embassy full of blood and corpses, Qin Mazi ran around the bloody wall of the East Prince's Mansion on the street while shouting wildly. Zheng Abao, who was pale-faced, chased him wildly behind him.

But this behavior is not strange. The streets are full of people like Qin Mazi. They are wearing red turbans, staring at the terrified and helpless eyes, headless flies, and they are all dying, and no one knows what's wrong.

Outside a smokey courtyard wall, Qin Mazi finally saw the person he knew - Yung Wing and the others.

But they didn't look very good. Yung Wing was walking, and a foreigner behind him was holding the other one. The latter was vomiting under the wall, and a third foreigner jumped in front of him. He was naked and staring at the chaotic city.

Yung Wing and Qin Mazi saw each other almost at the same time. The two ran towards each other and asked the same question: "What's going on?"

"Old Yang Xiuqing's wife and uncle's family were killed, and the house was also lit. We sat on the street all night and didn't know what to do." Yung Wing explained to Qin Mazi, the house behind him, which was smoking.

"Yes, they seem to be killing their own people!" Qin Mazi remembered the corpse in the embassy, ​​and no one was wrapped in a headscarf.

At this moment, a fast horse galloped over. When Qin Mazi saw it, he was immediately overjoyed. Regardless of the danger, he pushed away the two Taiping troops running around the street, stood in the middle of the street, stretched out his arms, and blocked the road of the crazy horse.

"Brother Zhong, what's going on?" Qin Mazi yelled at the knight.

But the knight on the horse did not stop the horses, nor did he bump into them directly. Instead, he hurried around Qin Mazi. The Zhong Han, who was crying, choked with sobs: "I want to see the East King! Why! God, why!"

Listening to the sloping sound of the ground around the corner of the street, Qin Mazi knew that Wallace Chung must have gone to see the head on the pillar. He stood in the middle of the street and spread his hands, muttering to imitate the sound of the tail: "God, why is this?"

In front of the pillar of the Eastern King, Qin Mazi saw Wallace Chung kneeling under the pillar and crying loudly with the bloody pillar. The iron man was crying as if he was soft on the bloody and cold pillar at this moment.

But Qin Mazi did not go over. He and Yung Wing and a group of outsiders watched from a distance, because there were people kneeling around the pillars, and everyone was crying and asking God why this was.

The sentry guarding the gate of the East Prince's Mansion seemed to have been infected, some turned their faces away, and some twitched their noses and lowered their heads.

The entire family of the Dongwang and even subordinates were killed! Why is this? Who is doing the land?

Qin Mazi and Yung Wing exchanged surprise and incomprehensible eyes--it was too sudden.

There was a riot in the crowd mourning the East King at this moment. Wallace Chung tore his robe and dig the soil under the pillar with his hands, carrying the blood of the East King onto his bright red scarf. Then he stood up and winded by the crowd kneeling all over the ground. At the door of the East King's Mansion, he grabbed a person who looked like an officer. He shouted: "I recognize you, you are the North King. Why do you North King do such a thing? Why kill the East King?!"

The man originally pressed the knife handle, but when he saw Wallace Chung's heartbroken look, he finally didn't pull out the knife. He turned his face to the side. He avoided the tearful eyes and whispered: "This is an order, I don't know."

"You want to rebel!"

"You Northern King is plotting against you!"

"Oh my God. How dare you do such a thing to the consolation master (Holy Spirit)? You all go to hell!"

The crowd started to stir up and began to push each other with the soldiers of the North King. The guards drew out their swords, but the soldiers who supported the East King on the other side also drew their swords. For a moment, there were sounds of killing sounds on the street, as if blood was about to dye the gray city red in an instant.

"The soldier is the land of the Northern King? Isn't he fighting outside the city? There is an internal strife! Damn! Will they still kill Qing Yao?" Qin Mazi was stunned, and finally guessed what he saw last night.

But at this time, strange changes regenerate.

Three guards wearing yellow satin rushed over on high-headed horses. They beat the gong and shouted: "The emperor's edict was passed on. Last night, the northern king Wei Changhui, and Qin Rigang, led his troops back to the city because of his personal grudges, and plotted to murder the Eastern king! The crime was extremely evil! Now he has been arrested! He is preparing to accept the punishment of heaven in the Heavenly King's Mansion, beat him 500 sticks first! Then discuss his serious crime! Watch the punishment at will!"

"What? The Northern King and the others have been caught? 500 sticks? Can they survive?" Qin Mazi was stunned when he heard the Heavenly King's edict. He did not think that mortals could survive under 500 sticks. In fact, 50 sticks could kill people! Now wouldn't the Northern King and the others kill the Eastern King. Then the Heavenly King kills the Northern King again? What's going on? Destroy the Great Wall! Is the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom over now?

The crowd mourning the East King land was cheering, and Wallace Chung pushed away the Northern King officer in front of him, and shouted: "It's good to have 500 sticks! I have followed the East King from Jintian! I have only used 500 sticks once, and that was the traitors who executed Zijing Mountain! Wei Changhui, Qin Rigang, you two traitors!"

After saying that, he raised his arms and shouted: "Watch the punishment at will! Then let's see what happened to these two traitors!"

The crowd let out a roar of approval, like a red tide, rushing towards the Heavenly King's Mansion from the door of the East Prince's Mansion.

"Let's go! Follow! Keep up!" Qin Mazi thought that as a spy and envoy, he must see the truth. However, when he shouted, he found that there was no one around him, Yung Wing and Zheng Abao. Even three foreigners rushed out---this was watching the fun, and they were all very active.

As soon as he approached the Heavenly King's Mansion, Qin Mazi gasped and said to himself: "It seems that the Heavenly King is also angry."

The palace maid of the Heavenly King's Mansion pulled a giant yellow silk piece two meters long outside the door. The big words on it were written in cinnabar, and the sentence was that Wei Changhui and Qin Ri would be beaten with a five hundred stick first.

More and more Taiping troops surrounded the Heavenly King's Mansion. Faced with more and more crowds, the female officials kept reading the notice repeatedly.

"I'm going to watch the execution! Let's see how those two beasts Wei Changhui died under the stick!" Wallace Chung roared, held his head and chest out and walked into the Heavenly King's Mansion, which he had never been in once on weekdays.

"Leave the weapon! The execution begins soon!" The guard at the door must have no intention of making things difficult for Wallace Chung, he just shouted repeatedly at the crowd.

Wallace Chung untied the knife from his waist and threw it on the ground at the door, and walked into the Heavenly King's Mansion.

"Fuck, I must see it!" Qin Mazi had long forgotten his identity as a spy. He only knew that he had only seen beheading 8 times in Guangzhou and 2 times of Lingchi. He was very unsatisfied. He couldn't see enough of such a good thing many times. He, a Chinese, was so excited that he squeezed to the door in the crowd, but was immediately pulled out by two sentries.

"What are you doing? Are you a heavenly soldier?" Looking at Qin Mazi with two straw sandals on her chest, the two sentries were furious.

"I want to see the execution! I am an envoy of the Song Dynasty!" Qin Mazi shouted.

"Let's go there, we can only see this!" The sentry threw Qin Mazi to the side of the door, where Yung Wing, Smith, Tom and Zheng Abao were already piled up. Everyone looked disappointed and regretted why they didn't wear Taiping Military uniforms.

The lucky one was John Joe, the brother-in-law of the King of Heaven, limped to the door to inspect the number of people entering the venue. He happened to see this Irishman, as a mercenary who could use big swords, was very famous in the Taiping Army. The Taiping Army also admired foreigners and liked to tease foreigners. He especially liked to tease John Joe, who was obviously not as good as his own. When Lai Hanying saw John Joe squatting at the door, he waved to him: "Silly bull, what are you doing here? I need human hands. Take your sword and come over. John Joe didn't know what Lai Hanying was saying, but when he saw his gestures and expressions, he was immediately overjoyed. He ran over, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and then stood happily behind Lai Hanying.

"John! Remember to tell me the situation when you come back!" scientist Joseph Ai shouted in English with great envy.

When Wallace Chung joined the front yard of the Heavenly King's Mansion, the stick strike had already begun.
To be continued...