He fell heavily to the ground, stirring up countless dust, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
The scene was in an uproar! The faces of the people watching turned pale, looking at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
Hu Bingyu was lying on the cold ground, her vision was dark, and for a long time, her dizziness slowly dissipated.
The moment he regained consciousness, severe pain shot through his broken wrist, and his slender body curled up in pain.
She heard bursts of discussion and her mother's heart-rending shouts.
"Bingyu, Bingyu, how are you?"
Hu Bingyu was supported by her mother in her arms, but she looked at Xiao Mingxuan with blood-soaked eyes. Her body was trembling due to pain, and her lips were bitten.
She couldn't believe that the man she longed for had given her a fatal blow just at that moment.
And the secret guard in black, who was paralyzed on the ground and barely alive, couldn't believe the eldest lady he was trying his best to protect.
He is so loyal that he wishes he could give his heart to his eldest lady.
But at the last moment, for her own benefit, she actually wanted to end his short life with a dagger.
"Someone is coming!"
Xiao Mingxuan didn't look at Hu Bingyu's injured and angry eyes at all. He had already spoken harshly and gave an order!
"master!"
Qin Yin stepped forward.
That kick from the prince just now relieved my anger.
"Thirty-two cuts, please."
"yes."
Qin Yin retreated.
When Da Sima heard the thirty-two blows, his crutches hit the floor heavily. His chest heaved violently. He could abandon Hu Bingyu, his granddaughter, for the family, but
He could not allow the Ninth Prince to go on a killing spree in front of his Grand Sima's mansion.
It's just that the old man forgot who was the one who really went on the killing spree?
"Ninth Prince, at the feet of the Emperor, in front of the Sima Mansion, does the Prince really want to make such a big deal?"
Xiao Mingxuan glanced at Da Sima lightly, and took out a token inlaid with gold and jade from his close-fitting clothes.
"Master Sima will not forget this token."
"If you forget, there is an iron coupon in my palace that has been passed down to infinity."
Da Sima was suddenly startled, exhaled a short and spasmodic breath, and slowly lowered his body and knelt on the ground.
When Da Sima knelt down, not only did the Hu family's mother and daughter almost faint from fear, but even Luo Jiuli, who had been silent all this time, found it incredible.
Luo Jiuli looked at the little-known token inlaid with gold and jade in Xiao Mingxuan's hand. What kind of thing was this that could make the arrogant and arrogant Sima willing to kneel down?
At this moment, Qin Yin had already walked forward with a man with a beard, full of flesh, a tall figure, a big belly, and a red cloth bandage around his head.
When the man saw Xiao Mingxuan, he bowed and saluted.
"My servant has thirty-two swords to strike before the prince."
"Well, let's get up."
Beside him, Luo Jiuli, who had remained calm all this time, still didn't quite understand what Xiao Mingxuan meant, let alone why someone would call him such a strange name as Thirty-Two Blades.
Until several guards clanged two crucifixion stakes one after another and erected them in front of the gate of Da Sima's mansion.
Mrs. Hu's eyes changed suddenly after seeing the two wooden stakes.
"Ninth Prince, what do you want to do?"
"Lingchi."
Two words, simple.
But Mrs. Hu was so frightened that she staggered to the ground.
The onlookers who were even more frightened couldn't help but retreat.
Luo Jiuli was even more stunned.
Lingchi!
This must be the confidence and means of the Ninth Prince. Although he has long since resigned from military power and retired to the court for a long time, the iron-blooded killing spirit in the military camp has long been integrated into his flesh and bone.
"Hu Bingyu, you are not the only one who can do this kind of thing, but I am also good at it."
"So, for the sake of Lord Sima, I will let you be the last to be punished."
Xiao Mingxuan's voice was cold.
"Qin Yin."
"yes."
Qin Yin stepped forward, directly picked up the lingering black-clothed secret guard in front of Hu Bingyu, and fixed him firmly on the wooden stake.
Xiao Mingxuan walked to Luo Jiuli and said softly.
"Are you afraid? If you are afraid, go and wait in the carriage."
Luo Jiuli shook his head.
"Not afraid."
She even dares to dissect a corpse. What does Ling Chi have to be afraid of?
Xiao Mingxuan protected her behind him and looked at the black-clothed secret guard.
"Your master had your tongue pulled out, your appearance was disfigured, and you were covered in wounds. Although you are pitiful, you are the one to blame."
"The only mistake you made was that you followed a cruel master and touched people you shouldn't touch."
"Thirty-two, use the knife."
"It's the prince."
Executioner Thirty-Two strode forward and took out a sharp knife from the large basket. The sharp knife was as thin as a cicada's wing and had obviously been sharpened on sandstone.
He took a big mouthful of wine and sprayed it on the chest of the black-clothed secret guard.
"Boy, do you know why I am called Thirty-Two? Because after the Thirty-Two blows, your body was dismembered and your human form is still recognizable."
After Thirty-Two finished speaking, the black-clothed secret guard who was about to receive Lingchi's punishment had not yet passed out. Hu Bingyu, who was supported by Madam Hu in her arms, could not help but tremble under the cover of her long skirt.
Xiao Mingxuan, for the sake of Luo Jiuli, broke her wrist and was not enough, but he even delayed her.
Just when she was so frightened that her face turned pale, she saw Thirty-two suddenly tearing apart the top of the black-clothed secret guard and slapping him in the heart with one palm.
Then he used the knife and stabbed it in with a pop. With a deft twist, a piece of meat the size of a fish scale spun off from the right breast of the black-clothed secret guard.
"Ah! Ah!"
The secret guard in black lost his tongue, but the screams escaped from his throat.
Then the second stabbing on the left chest was still as big as a fish scale.
Then the third, fourth, and fifth cuts were made to the chest, just like cutting a radish, exposing all the white bones.
The secret guard in black was already shaken, his eyes turned white, he spat out a mouthful of blood, and passed out.
There was a strong smell of blood floating in the air, as well as the white pieces of flesh that had been cut from his body.
Hu Bingyu hid in her mother's arms. When she saw the executioner on the opposite side placing the cut pieces of meat piece by piece in a large basket, she was so frightened that she fell to the ground and trembled all over, with cold sweat dripping down her back.
The cold sweat was caused by the pain in my wrist or the fear of Lingchi's torture.
The crowd of people watching were even more numb, and some timid ones had already lowered their heads and did not dare to take another look.
Mrs. Hu's fingers were trembling, she turned her head and stared at Luo Jiuli, her eyes red and malicious.
This bitch, is it true that her flowery daughter is going to fall into the hands of this bitch today?
No!
She would never let this happen!
Mrs. Hu looked sideways at her father with red eyes, and big tears fell on the hem of her skirt along with the blood beads on her lips.
Da Sima moved the crutch on his hand and stared straight ahead with a fierce gaze, without any fluctuation.