It was the darkest day in more than a decade in Xinjin City, the thick clouds were as dense as a shroud, and the air was filled with a heavy smell of dust, which made people want to hide their mouths and noses. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

On the crowded streets, soldiers in cold iron armor stood neatly on both sides of the wide streets, while the common people were isolated around the streets.

In the bustling crowd, people all craned their necks and looked towards the entrance of the street.

A few inconspicuous-looking people were mixed in the crowd, and if you didn't look closely, you didn't know that they were coming together.

"Your Highness, Lan Kuo's party has come to an end today." Although he was wearing a human skin mask, Lin Feng couldn't help but touch his "smooth and hairless" chin.

"Lin Feng, stop talking, we have a special identity, don't cause unnecessary trouble." Qin Guan, who was also wearing a human skin mask, opened his mouth to remind, but his eyes stayed on Yuan Hongxuan, who was always silent beside him.

The human skin mask on Yuan Hongxuan's face looked a little pale, making it easy to think that this person must be in poor health, but looking at those eyes again, they were as bright as obsidian, and they were staring at the street in front of them at this time, and they didn't seem to care about the conversation between the two people next to them.

The dull sound of gongs and the sound of horses' hooves trolling drew nearer, and one after another prisoner carts burst into view, and the line of prisoner carts was so long that there seemed to be no end in sight.

In the first prisoner car at the front of the line, stood Lan Kuo, dressed in white prison clothes. His hands and feet were chained, his messy silver hair and the beard on his chin were flying in the wind, his face was pale, his lips were cracked, and he was covered with wisps of blood, and his eyes were half-closed, looking embarrassed and depressed.

The people in the other dozen or so prison cars behind him were his henchmen, all dressed in white prison clothes, with messy hair and gloomy faces. Some of them were shaking their legs, while others were wailing loudly.

Walking at the back of the line were all burly executioners with bare breasts and bright knives in their arms.

Crossing this street and turning a corner, there is the place of execution, which is commonly known as the vegetable market. There were already heavy military handles, and in front of the high wooden platform, there was a huge wooden table, and the law enforcers had been waiting there for a long time.

The procession of prisoner carts passed, and the people swarmed to follow. I haven't seen it for more than ten years.

At the same time, the new palace in the north, the palace of the prince.

Bei Yiyao, dressed in a dark yellow python robe, with a golden crown and jade belt, was sitting in a prince's chair and shaking the hollow jade bone fan in his hand, and there were more than a dozen eunuchs standing behind him.

Directly opposite him was Bei Yiyu, who was sitting in a white marble chair and wearing a bright yellow dragon robe. Although it is a dragon robe, it can be seen at a glance that the dragon only has front claws and no hind claws. His complexion was as white as paper compared to the previous one, and even the pair of evil peach blossom eyes lost their charming demeanor at this time, and some were just lifeless that could not be hidden.

The quiet atmosphere of "pop" was broken by the sound of Bei Yiyao's folding fan closing, and he pouted a few times and stood up from his chair.

"Okay, the time has come, His Royal Highness doesn't have time to spend with you, when you're done here, His Royal Highness has to go to Fengxia Palace to give your mother a ride!"

Bei Yiyu Huo Ran opened his eyes wide, gritted his teeth and pounced towards Bei Yiyao, but as soon as he stood up, he fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

"What? Still not giving up? Do you think the soft meridian powder you drank is tea? Bei Yiyao sneered, held his chin with a fan, and hooked the corners of his lips mockingly.

"Alright, pick one!" He got up and took the tray in the hands of one of the eunuchs. There were two things on the plate: a dagger and a porcelain vase.

Bei Yiyu looked at that thing, but shook his head again and again and retreated, "I don't want it, I don't want it." ”

"Come, catch him for His Highness. Since you don't choose, then His Highness will choose for you. As he spoke, he picked up the bottle of poison, pulled the lid, and poured it into the mouth of Bei Yiyu, who was being clamped.

In the twenty-first year of Anyang, on June 8, due to rebellion, Prince Bei Yiyu was given a crane top red and died in the prince's palace.

On the same day, Lan Miyun, the new queen of Beixin, hanged herself in Fengxia Palace with a white silk, and followed the first emperor Bei'anhuang.

New city, vegetable market.

The high execution platform was blocked by the water surrounding the three layers of the people in the city, and the sky was still gray. Shen Fengyi, dressed in solemn black, sat at the wooden table opposite with a calm face, and the execution token was placed on the table.

Prisoners dressed in white prison clothes were pulled up and knelt in a row, with wooden signs sticking to their necks with charges stuck around their necks. The official messenger below came over and handed the book in his hand to Shen Fengyi, and then nodded slowly.

"Execution." The wooden sign fell to the ground, and standing behind the prisoners on the high platform, the executioners with bare breasts took the wine bowl and drank it all, and then squirted at the snowy big knife, and the bloody human skulls and bones rolled to the ground.

The people who watched the excitement on the side boldly praised "good killing," and those who couldn't stand the impact of the bloody picture in front of them skimmed their faces, and even worse, bent down and vomited.

More than a dozen heads fell to the ground in the blink of an eye, but Lan Kuo was the only one left. He stood in the prisoner's cart next to the high platform, his pale lips pursed, and his eyes were always closed.

Finally, he was pressed onto the torture platform, but instead of kneeling on the ground with a wooden tag on his back, he was stripped of his shirt and tied to a thick post, and covered with a layer of fishing nets.

Lan Kuo, who suddenly realized that the situation was wrong, suddenly opened his eyes, and he shouted in a panic, "What are you guys going to do?" The nets were so tight that he was out of breath.

Xian Fengyi in front of the table smiled suddenly, "Prime Minister Lan, have you forgotten that the former emperor 'gave you' the way to kill Ling Chi, I can't go against the emperor's last wish and give you a good time!" ”

Hearing this, the onlookers suddenly seemed to have exploded, everyone had only heard of such a criminal law as "Ling Chi", but no one had ever seen it, I don't know what kind of scene it was?

"You despicable villain." Lan Kuo hissed exhausted, and his cloudy eyes were full of monstrous hatred, as if he was about to swallow Shen Fengyi alive.

In the next second, his howling mouth was stuffed with a ball of linen, and a short man came up with a knife as thin as a cicada's wing.

"Let's go."

With an order, Lan Kuo watched as the man beside him used the knife with the weak cicada's wings to slice down the flesh that was protruding from the fishing net. And every time he stabbed, he was in pain and almost fainted.

Ling Chi is also called a thousand cuts. Criminals were cut to death with more than 500 knives, which is the most cruel and vicious criminal law. Lan Kuo would never have thought that he would become the first person to receive the "favor" of this criminal law since the founding of the new country. (To be continued.) )