The crowd on the execution ground was boiling, and the high shouts were like surging tides rushing towards the prison officials, and the three people on the stage suddenly came back to their senses at this time, and they had already exceeded a little at three o'clock in the afternoon, but, at this moment, the crowd was indignant, and it was not easy to behead Yang Chenhong in this situation.

"Come on, where is that Le Zitao?" Qin Peiteng got up, shouted to the people around him and asked.

Xu Yugong and Jun Zhicheng glanced at each other, their eyes were complicated, and there was a faint hint of approval, that little girl, you can't be underestimated, but where did the person go now? Is she really just here to deliver a scene? The two remained silent.

At this time, Le Zitao had already retreated to the noon gate, although the sergeants at the scene did not shout like the people, but she could see that these people who were soldiers and generals, the big heroes in their hearts were undoubtedly the heroes of the Yang family, what would they think when they saw the fate of the Yang family at this time?

"Stop!" However, Le Zitao walked outside without being stopped, and wanted to enter the noon gate, but it was another matter, she had just stepped in, and was immediately stopped by a few sergeants standing guard inside.

"Little girl, this is not the place for you to come, get out of here." Standing in front of Le Zitao was a middle-aged man, wearing armor that was different from others, and he also had some positions, his eyes were still red, and his tone of voice to Le Zitao was gentle, and he did not force her to quit.

"General, please let me in, I want to beat the drum and cry out." Le Zitao quickly glanced back, Qin Pei was looking for her just now, and it was already a missed time at this time, Aunt Meng and the others could only stop it for a while, but they couldn't stop it for a long time, she had to speed up.

"If you have an injustice, you can go to the government office, not everyone can beat the Kowloon Dengwen drum here, don't mess around, beware of your life." The middle-aged soldier was slightly stunned and said with a hint of warning.

"The Yang family has a great injustice, if the government can manage it, there will be no drama today." Le Zitao hurriedly said, "General, the Yang family is full of loyalty, and the people don't know about it, but you, in the army, must know more than them, do you think, does Yang Chenhong really deserve to die?" Is it true that the people of the Yang family who have died innocently in vain over the years are really punishing the Yang family? If you are still punished, what are you doing for the country and the people? ”

"This ......" The middle-aged soldier hesitated slightly, looked at Yang Chenhong on the torture platform, and his eyes were complicated, "That's it, the old general was kind to me back then, and I can't watch his descendants like this today...... But, little girl, our duty is to not let you go lightly, and when Kowloon Deng's drum sounds, the drummer must first pass the nail board before he can face the saint, you little girl, can you do it? ”

"As long as you can see the emperor and save him, you have to do it if you can't do it." Le Zitao's eyes are burning, roll nail board? She also knows a thing or two about the principle of the nail board, a nail may be able to pierce someone, but the dense nail board, thinking about it, is only hurting the flesh and skin, as long as she can see the emperor alive, she will try anything.

The middle-aged soldier of "......" was resolutely shocked by Le Zitao, but in an instant, he also made a decision, and the saber in his hand was suddenly unsheathed.

Le Zitao was suddenly shocked, this person just said that General Yang was kind to him, but what was he doing with the knife at this time? It won't be ......

was in shock, but saw the middle-aged soldier swing his knife fiercely and slashed at his shoulder, while shouting in a low voice: "The drum is on the right side of the noon gate, don't go quickly!" ”

Le Zitao didn't come back to his senses, but he saw that the four sergeants guarding the door together also drew gourds and stabbed each other's hands and feet.

"You ......"

"Girl, let's go, it's almost the end of noon!!" The middle-aged soldier urged, and the four sergeants staggered out of the way.

At this time, where can Le Zitao still understand? She bowed deeply to everyone and ran in quickly.