After calming down, Feng San laughed miserably and said in a harsh voice:

"Although Feng is humble, he has always had a clear conscience in his conduct, and he believes that he is worthy of the conscience of heaven and earth... But after arriving at Zhao's Zhuangzi, Feng did become a beast and did things worse than pigs and dogs...

..

"I killed people at the dam, and the killing was as painful as mine. Haha, I'm sorry for them, and even more sorry for their families... If possible, please help Mr. Zhao to put my head on those people's."

In front of the grave!

"Mr. Zhao, although you have a noble status, you are not a rich and unkind person. The Zhao family is also a kind family. Feng was wrong before. It was a big mistake... It's too late to say anything now, and Feng doesn't

I dare to ask for your forgiveness, but Feng must say "I'm sorry"!

"Mr. Zhao, I have already told my family and son that Zhao's kindness in taking us in and Mr. Zhao's care for us will be repaid with their whole lives and will be remembered forever!"

After finishing speaking, Feng San knocked his head heavily.

At this moment, this man who was deeply resentful because of the tragic experiences he had experienced in the first half of his life, and who was willing to kill for his family, no longer had any anger in him, but only deep regret, introspection and gratitude.

At the last moment of his life, he did not become Shura, but returned to his human identity.

Feng Niuer and others also kowtow one after another, apologizing and thanking each other.

Zhao Ning helped them up.

He looked into the eyes of Feng San and others and said: "Tomorrow, after you are beheaded, I will give your heads to the villagers of Hekou Village."

"In this way, our souls can be at peace." Feng San let go of the heavy burden on his heart.

Finally, Zhao Ning turned his attention to Feng Niu'er, a skinny young man of only thirteen or fourteen years old who was sobbing constantly, and asked: "Are you willing to atone for your sins?"

Feng Niu'er was startled, and looked at Feng San and others in confusion. The latter suddenly reacted, slapped Feng Niu'er on the head, and made him kneel down quickly. He hurriedly answered for him: "Yes, he

Of course I do!"

The surprise is beyond words.

Zhao Ning nodded slightly and said to Feng Niu'er: "Although you were involved in the murder case, according to the investigation by Dali Temple officials, after you chopped a knife on a villager that day, you were so frightened that you didn't know what to do and you were rushed to the ground.

There is no more evil in the land.

"The villager who was stabbed by you only injured his shoulder. He is still alive today, so you are not guilty of murder. Since you are still young, I will give you a chance to be sent to the frontier. When you get to Yanmen Pass in Daizhou, you can do it

A military servant."

Feng Niuer was still confused. He raised his head and showed a pair of ignorant eyes. He didn't know what this meant. Feng San was overjoyed. He quickly fell to the ground and thanked Zhao Ning for him, "Thank you Mr. Zhao for your kindness!"

With that said, he dragged Feng Niuer to his knees and slapped him on the head again, "What are you doing standing still? Why don't you thank Mr. Zhao now that you are alive?"

Feng Niuer habitually obeyed Feng San's instructions and kowtowed a few times. Suddenly he reacted and burst into tears. He grabbed Feng San's arm and cried: "I...I'm not afraid of death!"

"We killed together. If you all die, I will die with you. I will not be a coward or a deserter!"

Feng San was anxious and angry. This time, the slap did not fall on Feng San'er's head, but on his face, "Bastard! What nonsense are you talking about?!"

The force of this slap was so strong that Feng Saner was stunned and completely at a loss. Blood was already flowing from his nostrils. Feng San's heart softened, with a look of intolerance on his face, and he wanted to reach out and wipe it off for him.

Bloodstained, his hand reached halfway and stopped. He softened his expression, grabbed Feng Niuer's shoulders, and said warmly: "Don't mention the dam matter again, that is not pride, but our shame.

"Think about it, if we all die, who will help us take care of our families? If we die, many of our family members will no longer be young and strong. You are alive to live for us. You have to help us take care of everyone.

Do you understand?

"When you get to the border, don't be afraid of hardship. Just do whatever the military master tells you to do. Try to kill the thief as soon as possible and make meritorious service. Only in this way can you be a upright man and help us take care of our family, you know?"

Feng Niuer was stunned for a long time, and suddenly he cried loudly. The voice was so loud that it seemed as if he was going to knock down the beams of the house. His voice was shrill and shrill, as if it could penetrate gold and stone.

...

The next day.

Caishikou was overcrowded. There were many criminals on the execution platform and even more people watching. The attics in the nearby streets were packed with people, no matter whether they could stand or not.

Except there were no children, everyone was there, even beggars were here.

This was originally an ordinary day, but the current grand occasion was more lively than the Lantern Festival; murder was originally a human tragedy, but now everyone had the opportunity to applaud.

When Zhao Ning arrived, he could no longer squeeze his way to the front of the crowd. The nearby pavilions were already overcrowded, and the faces at the windows were so densely packed that they looked like window grilles.

Just when Zhao Ning was thinking about jumping to the roof, a Korean-style young woman saw him through the second-floor window of a restaurant on the street, and immediately shouted in surprise, "Mr. Zhao!"

She looked very excited, and her beautiful face was flushed, as if she had seen a god, so her voice was so loud that it drowned out the comments of people nearby.

Hearing the words "Mr. Zhao", everyone's attention was drawn and their eyes turned towards Zhao Ning. The already noisy crowd suddenly became even more noisy.

"Young Master Zhao? Is that the Young Master of the Zhao family?"

"Everyone in the Zhao family is a hero! I just don't know who this young master is?"

"It's Mr. Zhao Ning, I've seen him!"

"That night, he led the soldiers patrolling the capital to personally capture Beihu Xizuo's young master Ning?"

"Is this the Zhao family's son Ning who took the lead last year to defend a common woman's injustice, launched an attack on the Liu family, and finally brought the Liu family to justice?"

"Yes, yes, that's him, that's the person!"

"Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth, and Ning, the young master of the Zhao family, is indeed extraordinary! Look at him, he was born like a jade tree in the wind, he is suave, handsome, and full of righteousness!"

"That's right! Mr. Zhao is so powerful!"

"Master Zhao is mighty!"

"Master Zhao is mighty!"

"..."

After finding out Zhao Ning's identity, most of the people around her became as excited as the Korean woman. They looked at Zhao Ning with admiration in their eyes, and some energetic young people even raised their arms and shouted at Zhao Ning.

Just for a moment, many people on both sides of the street, including those in front of the street who were looking at the execution platform, turned to Zhao Ning and shouted words such as "Mighty Zhao" and "Mighty Mr. Zhao".

The scene was quite heated for a while.

Especially some ignorant girls, looking at Zhao Ning as if they were staring at stars, some jumping up and down and shouting, saying complimentary words, hoping that Zhao Ning would notice her, some holding their hands on their chests with expressions on their faces

obsessed.

Normally, they would only show such confused expressions when they saw scholars who were reciting poems and writing poems. Now Zhao Ning was just standing on the street, saying nothing and letting them

Also crazy.

Wei Wuxian, who was standing next to Zhao Ning, had never seen such a posture, let alone enjoyed such treatment. He was a little confused for a moment, especially when he saw many young women looking at Zhao Ning.

Envy and jealousy.

"I know that our reputation has been rising in the past few days, especially the Zhao family, but I never expected that these people would think so highly of us."

Wei Wuxian clicked his tongue, poked Zhao Ning's arm, winked and said, "Aren't you very proud of being admired and winked at by so many beautiful girls?"

Zhao Ning rolled her eyes at him and said in a cold voice: "Be clear. What these ignorant girls are obsessed with is not me, but the vanity in their hearts.

"Even if you get a dog, as long as it is famous enough and sought after by their companions, they will be eager to commit themselves to it."

When Zhao Ning revealed the truth so ruthlessly, Wei Wuxian looked unhappy, "Look at you, you don't have the slightest frivolity that a young man should have, you look like an old man with no desires or desires!"

The two did not continue the conversation because the owners of nearby shops and pavilions had already come out to welcome them.

These people all had friendly smiles on their faces, and rushed to invite Zhao Ning and others into their attic, saying that they had already made room for them by the window, and guaranteed that they would have the best position, so that they could see the execution platform at a glance.

Some owners even said that the shop's fine wine and food have been prepared. If Zhao Ning doesn't mind and just eats and drinks casually, they will never charge half a copper.

From the looks of them, it seemed that if Zhao Ning could enter his shop, it would be a great honor for them, and it would be worth bragging about for a while.

Zhao Ning was not polite. He chose a restaurant with the best location and led Wei Wuxian and others in. The owner of the restaurant was in full bloom. When he looked at the other colleagues, he straightened his back and raised his chin.

, with extraordinary air.

The people in the restaurant took the initiative to make way for Zhao Ning, and the smiles on their faces and the words of praise never disappeared. As expected, the window with the best view was given away, and the food and wine were already placed on the table.

Zhao Ning sat down.

Compared with the excited onlookers, the Pang, Zheng, and Lu prisoners who were tied up on the execution platform were like a mass of eggplants beaten by frost, and they were all scratchy.

Despair made them all look ashen.

Among them, the Pang clan is undoubtedly the largest, accounting for the majority.

Seeing that the time was approaching, the Minister of Punishment, who was presiding over the execution, stepped onto the stage to issue the order.

The head of the Pang family, Pang Qingde, the head of the Zheng family, Zheng Zexian, the head of the Lu family, and others saw their former colleagues as if they were seeing a savior. They twisted their bodies and kept shouting that they were wronged, and even clamored to ask Xu Xiang to seek justice for him.

.

Then he discovered that the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, who was always on good terms with him and would drink and chat with him every now and then, now didn't look at them seriously at all, as if he didn't know them at all.

Their repeated calls fell on deaf ears.

This made Pang Qingde, Zheng Zexian and others feel desperate and scared. When they heard an official announcing that noon had arrived, they could no longer control their emotions.

Some cried with tears and cursed the Minister of Punishment for being ruthless and unjust, some accused Xu Mingliang of being inferior to a pig and a dog, and many members of the three families cried out that they were wrong and begged the sword to spare someone.

On weekdays, they hold the power in their hands and stand high above them. They are as majestic as gods, awe-inspiring and untouchable, as if they would remain calm even if Mount Tai collapsed. But now that death is imminent, they are no different than beggars.

Even worse looking.
Chapter completed!