He Kun looked at Ji Xiaolan next to him with a smile: "Master Ji, you are the first genius of our Qing Dynasty, explain to everyone what Long Live Lord said!"

Ji Xiaolan's face was ugly, the muscles on her face trembled slightly, and she was silent.

He Kun sneered and turned his head directly to look at the people:

"Then I'll explain!"

What the emperor means is that the state and county officials are the parents of the people such as you, and the long live Lord is the parents of the state and county officials.

Now you, the sons and daughters, come to Banzai Ye to sue your parents, how can Banzai Ye listen to your words and make your children hold their parents hostage?!

It's like being a grandfather, even if he loves his grandson, he can't let his grandson rely on the love of the long-lived lord to hold their parents hostage, this kind of tricky style must not last!"

There was silence all around, and you could hear the pins dropping!

He Kun's eyes were sharp, and he glanced at the people in the audience, and none of the people who paid attention did not bow their heads, and they did not dare to look at He Kun.

Seeing this scene, Qianlong, who was sitting under Huang Luo's umbrella, looked satisfied.

In this way, you are my good people!

"Now that you understand it, let's execute!"

After He Kun finished speaking, he raised a sword from the hand of a eunuch next to him and sent it to the executioner.

"There is a decree from the Holy Father, ordering you to use this sword to carry out execution!"

The executioner hesitated and whispered, "I'm afraid it's not good to chop ......."

He Kun smiled: "You can just cut it! This is the sword of the Long Live Lord, cutting gold and breaking jade, I don't know how much better than your broken knife!"

Hearing the order, the executioner did not hesitate, and saw that the eunuch wrapped the hilt of the sword with yellow silk, so he held his sword to the sky with both hands through the yellow silk, just like cutting the head of a live pig with a knife.

The little executioner who grabbed Liu Yuande's head seemed to be a little nervous, grabbed Liu Yuande's severed head, and sat on the ground.

The blood that burst out of his body and face was splashed on his body, and he was only shocked to his face.

"Buzz ......"

The people in the audience suddenly made a commotion, some couldn't bear to look directly, and some were excited to see it, and their eyes were wide open.

……

Ye Shu in the restaurant next to him, but his face was pale with a miserable face, how could a person in his peaceful years have ever seen such a punishment? !

If it weren't for the Internet, if he had seen too many foreign videos of this kind, Ye Shu would be afraid that he would vomit.

Not only Ye Shu, but even the two monks in the live broadcast room, and even Ouyang Ke, who were chatting happily, were all silent at this time, as if they were shocked by such a scene.

But Qianlong, who was sitting under Huang Luo's umbrella, was calm and waveless, and even a little excited when he watched the execution scene.

Control the fate of others, and decide life and death with a single word.

If you say something to make people cut off their heads, it is to cut off their heads, and if you say to let people be Ling Chi, it is Ling Chi!

The pleasure brought by this kind of power made Qianlong always in a state of excitement, even more exciting than sleeping in the summer rain and lotus.

Soon, that martial artist was also beheaded.

The head of Wu Sheng, who fell on the torture platform, was facing the head of the victim Liu Yuande, and his eyes widened widely, which frightened the people in the audience, and there was another uproar.

Qianlong's eyes were faintly red with excitement.

Here's the big thing!

Xiucai Duan Changxu, Ling Chi!

This kind of capital punishment, Ye Shu has only heard of it in books, and he has also seen several pictures of Ling Chi in the Qing Dynasty on the Internet.

But when he saw an old man who stripped Duan Changxu of all his essence, and directly cut his ribs in two places on his thin chest, with a small knife, like a duck, Ye Shu's hand on the windowsill suddenly clenched tightly.

A thought suddenly erupted in his heart:

"Qianlong!

Ye Shu didn't know if the people in the audience had the same thoughts as himself.

The previous dislike for Qianlong only existed in books, but at this time, when he really experienced the "Central Plains Disaster Relief Case", Ye Shu felt that for the first time, he was attracted to the murderous nature in his heart!

Desperate to kill a person's murderous nature!

Therefore, although Ye Shu felt extremely uncomfortable in his stomach, he still clung to the wooden table of the window and engraved everything on the torture table in his heart.

Duan Changxu was not in good health, or a literati of this age, his health was not good, and when he was cut in two places on his chest and his thigh, he died completely.

The old man who was executed, after examining his injuries, determined that Duan Changxu was dead.

Qianlong nodded with satisfaction, took the sword handed back by He Kun, and waved his hand.

He Kunxi smiled and walked to the torture table:

"Don't worry, everyone! Long live the Lord said, since this Changxu and his party want to help the people, then divide the thousands of acres of land in his Duan Changxu's family to the people in the county!

Long live Lord Longen, don't you want to thank you?!"

When Ye Shu heard this, he was almost laughed at angrily, such a shameless behavior, I'm afraid that only Ji Xuan can do it, Qianlong still has the face to face the people?

But what happened next made Ye Shuru fall into an ice cave!

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

"Hooray, hooray, hooray!"

The shouts of the mountains and tsunamis filled Dongchang City at once, and the people who were numb and frightened before were so excited that their faces were flushed with excitement at this time, and they were thin and black and short, like evil ghosts returning to the light!

Especially those beggars in the Middle Plains.

Originally, he was not even allowed to enter the city, but today Qianlong wanted to judge the case, but he brought in more than 100 victims.

At this time, the 100th victim screamed the most fiercely and shouted the loudest.

Even if Duan Changxu's head was hung on the bamboo pole of the torture platform, before he died, he had a smile on his face, and he looked straight down.

The victims didn't look at him, and their dark faces were full of excitement.

Ye Shu saw an acquaintance, the five victims who had given a steamed bun to him, and the words of complaining about corrupt officials in his memory were especially loud.

But at this moment, Ye Shu only saw excitement on their faces!

At this moment, Qianlong on the stage, in the chanting of all the people, seems to have really become the first emperor of the ages, a saint and a virtuous monarch!

Mourn its misfortune and be angry with it!

There has never been such a time that Ye Shu has such a deep understanding of these eight words!

……

In the voice of the people, He Kun walked up to Qianlong and whispered: "Long live the lord, the slave heard that a rich merchant surnamed Qin in this city has Zhang Xu's cursive "Four Posts of Ancient Poems" ......."

Qianlong's eyes suddenly lit up: "The true works of the grass saint?" then you have to go and see it, Hekun, you can arrange it!"

He Kun laughed, his face full of joy.

His own emperor, he knows better than anyone else, in addition to being good at fishing, he loves to accumulate money.

Everywhere he went, among the officials and wealthy merchants, if he saw something good, he would ask for it and treat it as his treasure.

"Then the Dongchang Qin family gave themselves gifts, just to witness the real dragon and offer their daughter, this time the thing is done, the 50,000 taels of silver tickets, you can get it with peace of mind......"

The more He Kun thought about it, the more proud he became, and inadvertently saw Ji Xiaolan's stunned appearance next to him, and couldn't help but smile contemptuously.

"This old Ji, all day long, what kind of literati style does he say, now that Long Live Lord has killed Duan Changxu, what kind of literati style does he have?!"