"Report to Master Taifu, the time for execution has come!"

With the reports of the court officials one by one, Mu Shan slowly stood up from his position, his tiger eyes were lifelike, looking at his opponent Yuan Feng, and the order in his hand was thrown down.

"Slash!"

With his order, today's bloody feast began.

"Yuan Luo, Yuan Chu, Yuan Tao, Yuan Negative ......, has verified the body, slash!"

In the first batch of executions, dozens of people were beheaded in different places, their heads fell to the ground, rolling and moving, blood stained the entire street entrance, and the bewitching blood slowly flowed out along the execution platform.

"Chen Gu, Li Kai, Yuan Shen, Sima Tu, Yang Yu ......, have verified their bodies, behead!"

"Wei Yan, Chen Feng, Xun Xin...... It has been verified, slash! ”

With a loud shout, groups of heads fell to the ground, blood had seeped out, and the surrounding world was all blood-red, and everyone seemed to be a little unable to bear the bloody cruelty of this scene.

Many people have begun to vomit nearby.

On weekdays, one, two, three, four or five executions are already the top of the sky, but the number of executions today has exceeded the sum of ten years, and hundreds of people are executed together, which is equivalent to the cruelty on the battlefield being nakedly released.

An hour of execution.

More than 300 people were killed, the heads were piled up, the blood flowed like a river, and the entrance of the East Market Street was already dyed red with bloody colors.

On the execution table, there were more than ten people left at this moment.

These more than ten talents were the main ones in this execution.

These are the door beams and pillars of the scholar family, pull out one at random, either as a powerful person in the court, or as a Confucian who is admired by countless scholars on weekdays, among which there are more Confucian-like scholars, and officials at the level of great sages in the imperial court.

Therefore, it is necessary to cut them one by one in order to be more shocking and intimidating, and to give onlookers a more intuitive influence.

"Mu Yuanzhong, you can't die well!"

A head of the family was pushed onto the execution table, and before he died, he let out a desolate cry.

"Slash!" The executioner did not hesitate to raise and drop his sword.

"Mu Yuanzhong, you will be punished by heaven in the coming day!"

Sikong Mansion Governor Shi, who was pressed on the beheading platform, watched the butcher's knife fall, and roared angrily.

"Slash!"

Another head fell to the ground.

Boom Boom Boom !!!!

At this time, in the dark sky that had been covered with clouds for a long time, lightning and thunder roared, and the torrential rain came down with a torrential rain, as if it wanted to wash this blood-filled place.

"It's thunder!"

"Is it heaven's punishment!"

"It's raining heavily, it's crying and mourning, can't even God stand it!"

Hundreds of people couldn't help but whisper as they watched the sky change.

"Mu Taifu, the rain in the world, it is called compassion, since the will of heaven is like this, maybe we can consider a light hairfall, otherwise we will go against the sky, but there will be signs of heavenly punishment......" Wang Yun stood up, looking at Mu Shan, there was a burning hope in the depths of his eyes.

"Heaven's punishment?"

Mushan strode out, stood at the highest place of the execution platform, and couldn't help but look up to the sky and shouted: "A certain Mushan, since entering Beijing, can be worthy of the king, and the people of Li are worthy of it, and he will not do anything bad in his life, so why not be afraid of the punishment of heaven!" ”

Under the heavy rain, his figure looked unusually majestic.

This scene has also given many people an unforgettable imprint.

This is the first minister of the Guangxi Dynasty, Taifu Mushan.

"Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven, the Holy Decree has been issued, no one can stop it, not even God, continue to behead!" Makiyama ordered.

"Yes!"

The execution continued, and more than a dozen prisoners on the stage, under the heavy rain and under the gaze of everyone, were beheaded one by one, and they all issued a desolate curse at the moment of beheading.

"Brother, go one step ahead!"

Yuan Kui was tortured peacefully, his eyes were looking at Mu Shan, and he was facing Mu Shan: "Mu Yuanzhong, today you destroy my Yuan family, and my Yuan clan should be returned, my Yuan family's children, you can't kill it, my Yuan family's protégé, you can't kill it endlessly, one day, the foundation of my Yuan family, how can it be that you can shake a yellow scarf remnant!" ”

"Slash!"

His words fell, his head also fell, several old ministers, who had served as a lieutenant, a stuto, and ministers all over the world, but today they were beheaded here.

"Can't I kill Yuan?"

Mu Shan's face was resolute and cold, but a faint smile burned at the corner of his mouth, and the smile was a little ironic.

The last person, Sikong Yuan Feng.

"Slash!"

Under the order of chopping, the executioner is manual.

"The one who destroys the Han family, the Mu family!"

Yuan Feng is Yuan Feng, he didn't shout all his might, but he still left such a sentence when he was dying, but he was remembered by countless people.

……

A tea shop in the East Market.

The two teenagers stood on the windowsill, the older teenager was wearing a brocade robe, his eyes were fixed on the execution platform, his hands were green and uneven, and his expression revealed a touch of hideousness: "Yuan Sikong, I'm sorry for you!" ”

"Brother Huang, this is not your sin!"

Young Liu Xie walked up, patted his brother on the shoulder, and whispered to reassure him.

"It's my incompetence!" The corners of Liu Wei's mouth raised a faint sneer: "I thought too naturally, I thought that my father could regain his authority in the thunderstorm, and I could do it, but I underestimated Mu Yuanzhong after all!" ”

He wanted to emulate his father's methods back then, and wanted to break free from the checks and balances, but his ability was insufficient, and his chips were insufficient, but in the end, he failed and fell into such a situation, and personally issued an order to destroy the Yuan family.

"Brother Huang, there's still a chance!" Liu Xie said in a low voice: "As long as the imperial brother is still sitting in his position, there will definitely be a chance!" ”

"Yes, as long as I am still in this position, the world will still be mine!"

Liu Wei's gaze penetrated the heavy rain curtain, staring at the majestic figure on the execution ground: "Mu Taifu, the king of the world, you'd better not give me a chance, I will punish you!" ”

……

In the second year of Guangxi, August 15.

Three days have passed since Yuan's execution, but the Son of Heaven fell ill, and after returning from the execution ground, his spirit became more and more depressed, and he had fallen ill on the bed in less than a day.

On this day, Empress Tang was taking care of her body, and an old eunuch hurried in.

The Son of Heaven retreated left and right, and even the Empress Tang was expelled and discussed with the old eunuch in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, it's not good, Zhao Xin's house actually found some clues through some small yellow doors in the palace, and the matter of King Qin, I'm afraid I can't hide it from Mrs. Mu!"

This is the hand of the Son of Heaven, only the king of the world, who can shake the military power of the Mu family.

The most helpless move.

It was also a layout for himself after his death, he thought that after the defeat, he would not survive, but he didn't expect Mu Shan to raise his noble hand and let him continue to sit in the position of this puppet.

But King Qin's decree has been issued, and he has only one way to go to the dark.

"Zhao Xin?"

The Son of Heaven squinted: "You, the righteous son, have such ability, under your blockade, you can still find some clues from the palace, the ability is good, but unfortunately, it is not loyal to my Han family, but for the use of his Mu family!" ”

"It's the old slave's fault!" The old eunuch whispered, "The old slave will clean up the portal one day!" ”

"It's okay, everyone has a choice!"

The Son of Heaven lay on the bed for a few days, and the fright on the execution ground had passed, and he was relieved, and he became restrained and shrewd: "Can Cao Mengde escape from Guanzhong?" ”

"I don't know, but now we can only pin our hopes on him!"