The morning bell rang throughout the capital of Western Shu, and the drums sounded like thunder.
This huge city began to operate for the day, and the fence of the Xishi vegetable market was removed by the joint efforts of several small officials.
The vendors who had been waiting outside the fence for a long time were pushing wheelbarrows with frozen turnips and greens on them. The women who got up early had vegetable baskets on their arms and pulled the children with their braids upturned, nervously.
Enter the West Market in an orderly manner.
These days are the days for preparing New Year's goods, and the faces of the people are filled with the excitement and joy of the New Year.
However, when everyone entered the West Market, they did not forget to turn their heads and look at the execution ground on one side.
There, dozens of golden melon warriors stood in the heavy snow.
It makes the New Year celebrations a little more solemn and tense.
"Shentu City, you must die a happy death!"
"Hunjun, Hunjun—"
"The laws of heaven are unfair, the laws of heaven are unfair——"
The sound of yelling and cursing resounded throughout the world, and he was furious.
The people passing by were talking a lot that the government was going to kill people at Caishikou today.
Early in the morning, several prisoners wearing prison uniforms and disheveled hair were kidnapped and brought in. They knelt in the ice and snow and confessed. However, these prisoners seemed dissatisfied, uttering arrogant words, shouting that they were wronged, and even cursing the emperor of Shu for being a coward.
In a shed sheltered from the wind, several basins of charcoal fires were burning, trying to dispel the winter chill.
Several officials in charge of supervising executions sat around a table, rubbing their hands from the cold and their cheeks were red. They held steaming hot teacups in their hands to warm them for a while, and several of them touched their ears that were about to fall off due to the cold.
He breathed a few puffs of hot air into his palms.
"Congratulations, congratulations to Mr. Yao for his successful official career..."
"Tonight at Baihualou, Mr. Yao?" Several people raised their hands to a middle-aged man in the middle to congratulate him.
"Rejoice together and rejoice together."
This person is none other than the new celebrity in front of Prince Jing, Yao Shuhai!
He was originally the censor of Zuo Qiandu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, with a fourth rank.
However, after making such a fuss at the banquet, things were brought to order and everything changed.
He was promoted two ranks and became the top leader of the Metropolitan Procuratorate.
Now he is the Censor of Zuodu of the Metropolitan Procuratorate and a second-rank official of the Erba Jing!
Yao Shuhai held a hot tea cup in his hand, looked at the goose feather-like snow in the sky outside, and stamped his feet vigorously: "This damn weather is really frustrating..."
"Master Yao, don't change the subject, Baihuayuan..."
Only then did Yao Shuhai react. He took a sip of tea and waved his hand:
"Okay, I won't come home until I get drunk tonight!"
"Great!" Everyone took advantage and gave a thumbs up.
As time passed by, the snow fell heavier and heavier.
The snow on the ground reached up to my ankles, and the voices of the people on the beheading stage were getting weaker and weaker, and they were shivering from the cold.
More and more people were watching at the scene, and they were talking about it:
"What's the crime?"
"Didn't you hear? A few days ago, these people went to Beijing to file a petition. Unexpectedly, they were just shouting to catch thieves, but they actually refined evil substances, practiced magic, and killed more than 20,000 people."
"Ah? He deserves to be killed!"
"Who says it's not..."
Listening to the comments of the people around him, Xun Yijian, who was dressed in civilian clothes, hid in the crowd without saying a word. He stood motionless in the wind and snow like a sculpture. He did not move at all for a long time, with his shoulders on both sides and the top of his head.
On top, a thick layer of snow fell.
He was holding a wine jar in his right hand, and there was still some wine in the jar.
The left hand is holding an iron sword found from nowhere.
He escorted Governor Yan all the way to Beijing to file an imperial complaint, thinking that he could seek justice for the 20,000 monks who died tragically at Zhennanguan Pass.
But I didn't expect that the final result would be like this.
The county governor and others will be beheaded today!
He is a swordsman and is worshiped by Western Shu. Naturally, the Emperor of Shu will not punish him.
From now on, he will still be worshiped by Western Shu, and everything will be as usual.
But Xun Yijian felt that things would never be the same in the future.
Through this incident, he saw clearly the hypocrisy and decadence of the Meng Dynasty of Western Shu.
He felt that this dynasty was not something he really wanted to protect.
His heart is shaking!
Tread——
At some point, two more people appeared next to Xun Yijian.
There is a person standing on each side. The one on the left is a young man, with his arms folded across his chest, wearing thin clothes, and a scar on his face, which can be seen deep in the bones. The one on the right is an old man, wearing a Confucian shirt and a Confucian crown, with his hands curled up.
In the sleeves, it looks like I am afraid of the cold.
"Zhennanguan, what's going on?" The old man looked forward and spoke first.
Xun Yijian tilted his head and looked at Lu Ximing. This was a bachelor of Wenyuan Pavilion and the teacher of the Little Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He was also known as the "Blood Confucian". There are many other names about Lu Ximing... He is a legend
There are so many characters and stories that it would take three days and three nights to tell them all.
Such a powerful person came to Xishu just before the end of the year...
The purpose of Da Zhou's visit this time is self-evident.
It's a pity that no one in the Xishu court cared.
Xun Yijian raised his head and took a sip of wine, smacking his lips, his heart ashen:
"What else can happen... It's just that. Just like what the official list said, the governor of Wushan said that Daohong refined evil things and killed 20,000 monks in Juxian Town!" Xun Yijian
He gave a wry smile.
Lu Ximing shook his head and looked at Xun Yijian: "If the truth is really like this, what are you doing with the sword when you come here today?"
Xun Yijian subconsciously clenched the iron sword in his hand, and heard a hoarse voice coming from his ears:
"You want to rob the law field?"
Lu Ximing revealed Xun Yijian's thoughts.
When Wei Wushuang, who had never spoken a word, heard this, his eyes widened and he was stunned for a long time. He turned his head and looked at Xun Yijian beside him, a little surprised.
With a smile on his face, Lu Ximing stretched out his hands curled up in his sleeves, rubbed them vigorously, and took a few breaths of hot air into his palms: "The weather in Xishu is so cold... It's so cold that it's so cold in people's hearts..."
The martial artist Wei Wushuang couldn't help but rolled his eyes... You bad old man is of a high level. He has long been afraid of the severe cold. He is so cold.
I'm wearing such thin clothes, what did you say...
"Yes, people's hearts are cold." Xun Yijian murmured.
Western Shu.
Not worthy of protecting yourself!
"What are you talking about?" Wei Wushuang stretched out his hand and scratched his head, not quite understanding. He looked over and asked:
"Xun Jianxian, are you really planning to rob the law field?"
Xun Yijian glanced at Wei Wushuang and continued drinking.
He held the sword in his arms and said nothing.
After waiting for a moment, Lu Ximing looked at the people kneeling on the beheading stage in front of him and said calmly:
"If Sword Immortal Xun believes in me, Da Zhou, and wait for a while, someone will naturally rescue them, without Sword Immortal taking action."
Wei Wushuang was stunned again.
?
You bad old man, are you stupid from studying?
The Western Shu court has ordered that these people be beheaded at Caishikou in public display!
In a short while, everyone's head will fall to the ground.
At this time, who else dares to violate the taboo to save them?
Wei Wushuang frowned and couldn't understand, but soon he rolled his eyes and immediately geared up.
He looked eager to try.
These few stupid warriors are not enough for his two fists.
Before he could finish warming up, he heard Lu Ximing's sullen voice: "Please be quiet, I'm not the one who saved them."
Wei Wushuang lowered his shoulders angrily and smacked his lips...
…
After noon, a luxurious carriage stopped at Caishikou.
Immediately, a group of heavily armed guardsmen came over to drive away the onlookers.
King Jing Meng Yuanqi had not been seen for many days. He got out of the carriage wearing a fluffy fox fur on his shoulders. He glanced at the people watching unruly, then got off the carriage and walked towards the execution ground.
Several supervisors hurried out to greet him, regardless of the cold weather.
"See His Highness Prince Jing!"
"Um."
Prince Jing responded casually, took the heater from the guard, and strode towards the execution platform.
"Meng Yuanqi! You must die a happy death!"
"You will not die well!"
"You deserve to go to hell..."
Prince Jing frowned slightly, and Yao Shuhai who was following him was smart and quickly stepped forward and kicked the man, knocking him to the ground and yelling: "Shut your stinky mouth."
"Your Highness Prince Jing, please."
Prince Jing's face looked better now and he walked up to the execution platform.
Just after taking a few steps, he suddenly turned back and no one knew what he was going to do.
I saw King Jing Meng Yuanqi coming to a prisoner who insulted him. With a flick of his wrist, his sleeves slipped off. He immediately grabbed a prisoner's hair, pulled it down violently, and said with a smile:
"Looking at your age, you have a wife and a daughter, right?"
The prisoner's eyes were as wide as a bull's eye, and he tried with all his strength to break free from the rope. The veins on his neck popped out, and he was furious:
"Meng Yuanqi, do you dare to touch any of them? Try?"
Prince Jing was not angry and said with a smile: "Of course I am too lazy to move. There are many people who move, so I will strip them naked and throw them in front of a group of death row prisoners. You should know those death row prisoners, right? How many days?
I’ve never seen a woman before, and I haven’t tasted a woman for a long time. That kind of scene is so exciting just thinking about it, haha...hahaha.”
The prisoner's eyes instantly turned red and he roared: "Meng Yuanqi, you beast!"
Prince Jing stood up slowly, brushed the snow off his shoulders, and glanced at him with disdain: "Go ahead and scold him as much as you want. The more you scold, your wife and daughter..."
These words made the prisoner's soul tremble, and his teeth almost broke.
"Your Highness Prince Jing, for this trivial matter, Your Highness does not need to come in person..." After several people sat down, Yao Shuhai spoke.
But before he could finish his words, he received a look from King Jing.
Yao Shuhai shut up immediately and sat down obediently.
After waiting for a moment, Prince Jing looked up at the sky and said, "Let's kill him."
"It's not yet time..."
"We're here! His Highness Prince Jing said we're here!" The man immediately changed his words.
Yao Shuhai drew a standing beheading card and shouted: "The time has come, behead!"
snap——
The Li Zhan card spun several times in the air and finally fell to the ground.
The iron sword Xun Yijian held in front of his chest "clanged" and was unsheathed three inches.
The hearts of the people watching were in their throats. This chapter has been completed!