In the second year of Guangxi, August 12.

On this day, the sky was a little gloomy, dark clouds covered the sky, no sunlight could be seen, and there was a trace of black clouds to overwhelm the city, as if a heavy rain was brewing.

Luoyang East City.

Market entrance.

A huge execution table has been arranged, and countless people around the execution table are watching, waiting for a bloody and cruel drama to be staged.

"Brother Tai, looking at the battle of today's execution platform, I'm afraid that the people who will be beheaded are very big, who are they beheaded?"

Many people crowded in from outside, all frightened by the battle.

At the entrance of Dongshi Street, it's not that no one has been killed.

The ancients had too much to know about heaven and earth, so they believed in superstition, they were superstitious, and they believed in the idea of yin and evil more, and took the entrance of the market as the execution platform, the purpose was to gather popularity in the market, disperse the resentment in the sky, and many prisoners executed after the autumn were dragged to the intersection of the east market to be executed, and this place was also a place where executions were carried out.

I've never seen such a big battle.

There are soldiers in the handles of several streets around, and the entire East Market is crisscrossed by three streets, all of which are guarded by the army, although they are allowed to enter and exit, but the eyes of the soldiers are awe-inspiring, which makes everyone shudder.

And the execution table, there are dozens of prison officials alone, each of which is a name that can be counted in the court, and such an execution is probably rare in a hundred years.

"Haven't you even looked at the notice?"

Someone next to him twitched his face.

Who was executed today, I'm afraid there are not many people in Luoyang City who don't know, because three days ago, the notice came out.

"Notice? These days are looking at retreat and reading, isn't it too late to watch? ”

"Then you are blessed, let me tell you, this execution table has not been seen for decades, do you know who was killed, Lord Sikong today!"

"What?"

"How is this possible?"

Some of the men were frightened.

When the dynasty is empty, that is Yuan Feng, the head of the Yuan family, Yuan Feng is a great Confucian in Shilin, a great sage in the imperial court, how could he be killed.

"Is there a mistake, Yuan Sikong is a pillar of the imperial court......"

When a scholar was about to hold on to grievances, he was instantly pressed down by a few classmates and friends around him.

"You don't want to die, dare to talk nonsense here!"

"Now the Yuan thief is a traitor, he intends to rebel, murder the prince of the dynasty, and exterminate the great crime of the nine clans, His Majesty has issued a holy decree, and the people who speak for the Yuan thief in the court have been put in prison, if you want to die, don't pull us!"

Several people whispered.

"Master Taifu has arrived!"

At this moment, a sharp shout sounded, echoing within a range of hundreds of meters at the entrance of Dongshi Street, making many people's eyes look at the figure coming out of the street.

Taifu Mushan is here.

He came on horseback.

Most of the magnates in Luoyang like to ride in a carriage when they go out, but Makiyama is a military general, he prefers to ride a horse, and the feeling of being on horseback will make him think that it is a sense of security.

"Meet Master Taifu!"

More than ten officials on the execution platform walked out together and saluted respectfully to Mushan's figure.

"Master Taifu, Wan An!"

Many of the people around also bowed automatically.

This is not the love of many people in Mushan, but more of a bloody deterrent, today's Mushan, in the hearts of the people of Luoyang, is like a bloodthirsty demon king, a strong man who controls power, such a strong man may not be respected, but it will definitely be feared.

Mushan entered Luoyang with a strong force, worshiped as the prince of the dynasty, the power has been monstrous, and the military power in his hands is even more shocking inside and outside Luoyang.

If it is said that there was a scholar clan headed by the Yuan clan above the court before, it was to compete with it.

Now, the entire imperial court has been the only one.

"You don't have to be polite!"

Mu Shan acted resolutely, he strode in and went straight to the top of the prison officer.

"Wang Situ, Cai Shangshu, can you start!"

After Makiyama was in the right position, he looked at the position to the left and right.

There are two adjutants in charge of beheading, when the court Situ Wang Yun, and when the court Shangshu Cai Yong.

They sat next to the upright, one left and one right, and had been waiting here since the morning, but they had been sitting peacefully cross-legged, looking at their noses and noses, and their faces were not very good-looking, but they were also silent, and they did not make a big fuss, nor did they plead for mercy.

Today's ending, I'm afraid no one can change it.

"Mrs. Mu, the time for execution has not yet arrived!" Cai Yong opened his mouth indifferently.

"What time is it?"

Mushan looked at the dark clouds in the sky and asked in a deep voice.

"Report to Lord Taifu, there is still an hour before three o'clock in the afternoon!" The official of the court captain stood up and arched his hand.

In ancient times, executions paid attention to the hour.

Most of them are executed at three o'clock in the afternoon, because this is the time when the yang energy is at its strongest, which can drive away evil spirits and avoid the sin of killing.

"An hour, so there is not much time, start to take the prisoner, check the body!"

The corners of Mu Shan's mouth raised a touch of murderous aura.

"No!"

More than ten court lieutenants came out and roared: "Take the prisoner!" ”

Grunt!!

With the sound of the axles, one by one the prisoner cars got down from the north street entrance and drove directly into the east market entrance.

"This is what Sikong is today?"

"In the past, I had the opportunity to talk about the demeanor of Lord Sikong, how could he be so down!"

The eyes of countless scholars are focused on the first prison car, and this prison car is holding one person alone, that is Sikong Yuan Feng.

At this moment, Yuan Feng has long had the demeanor of Confucianism, wearing prison clothes, his spirit seems to have been emptied, his eyes are cloudy, his hair is scattered, and his white hair seems to make him an old teenager.

His movements are numb, in other words, a state of waiting for death.

With the detention of prisoners one by one, they entered the scene.

There is Yuan Kui, the former Situ of the imperial court, although Yuan Kui did not go to the pastoral mansion, but he was the one who planned behind the scenes, and he could not escape that Jingpingjun was raiding his house and was taken down in Sikong Mansion.

Yuan Feng's men were all beheaded, and dozens of people were quickly killed, including Yuan Feng's sons and Yuan Kui's sons.

Yuan Feng's son-in-law is the only one, that is Yuan Shu, Yuan Kui among Yuan Shao, but there are also many heirs under his knees, although the two of them are classified as the pillars of the Yuan family, but not all of their sons are as talented as Yuan Shu and Yuan Shao, most of them are not talented, but they are just under the banner of the Yuan family of the fourth and third princes, and they are the sons of the sun, and now they are even more trembling, crying and sad.

There was an endless stream of prisoner cars behind, with hundreds of people in the back, and it was the most horrific execution in years.

Among these prisoner cars, there are people from the Yuan clan and many people from the family.

The clansmen of the Yingchuan Chen clan, Dasi Nong Zuocheng, Chen Mi.

Henan Lin clan is also a scholar family, and its head Lin Hong is in the position of the servant.

Chen Liutao, Tao Jin, the official to the master of the Taiwei Mansion, the rank of 800 stones.

……

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This time, there were countless scholars who followed the great Sikong Yuan Feng to shoot together, but many of them only provided a channel for the death of soldiers, but they did not make a move on the surface, so some people escaped, and the widest of the more than ten scholars who could jump were all taken down and beheaded together.

"Get on your knees!"

Several violent bear soldiers detained Yuan Feng and others on the execution platform, and knelt down on him.

Kneeling down and carrying out the execution represents a confession of guilt.

"Haha, the old man kneels to the sky, kneels to the earth, kneels to the Son of Heaven, but he will not kneel a yellow scarf remnant, although the old man is dead, but the old man is the commonplace today, but he can die standing and never kneel and beg for mercy!" Yuan Feng was pressed by these soldiers, and he trembled, and the arrogance of the superior on his body exploded, and his cold eyes squinted around, and suddenly burst out.

"There are so many words when death is coming, if you kneel, you will kneel, and if you assassinate our Taifu, you will already be merciful if you don't divide your five horses!"

A Violent Bear Army Captain walked up and wanted to step on Yuan Feng's feet and make him kneel.

Violent Bear Army, in the name of the Violent Bear, Nanyang Violent Bear is the totem, this is the descendant of Mushan, every soldier regards Mushan as the spirit, and now someone dares to assassinate their spirit, they are full of resentment.

On the execution platform, Wang Yun's eyes were gloomy, he took a deep breath, tried his best to calm down his voice, and said faintly: "Mu Taifu, just enough is enough, no matter what Yuan Sikong says, he is also a scholar and a great Confucian, he can be killed, not humiliated!" ”

"Huh!"

Mu Shan smiled: "The execution of the world is all sinners, the law of the ancestors, kneeling for execution, how can I say that I am excessive, it is difficult to become the law of the court, but I can open the Internet to Confucianism, how unfair it is to the criminals in the world!" ”

Recently, he has grown in his mouth, mainly because he is influenced by Hu Zhao and Jiang Lu, and his brain is going to open up a lot, if he is not squeezed by people like this, according to his previous temper, he will be directly furious, where is there such a war of words.

"Mu Taifu, how can you say that you are also a minister, why bother, today's execution is already a foregone conclusion, you raise your noble hand and leave a thin face, it's good!"

Cai Yong thought about it and spoke, the arrogance of the scholars was even more vividly demonstrated in these Confucians.

"Okay!"

Makiyama shrugged, standing and kneeling to die, for him, it didn't matter, the most important thing was to behead them: "Since the two colleagues have said so, then if a certain family is not close to people, it can't be said!" ”

As he spoke, he waved his hand.

A few soldiers on the execution ground saw it, then snorted coldly a few times and retreated left and right, but their eyes were still staring fiercely.

In about half an hour, on the execution ground, all the prisoners have been absent for a long time, and one by one the executioners are also ready to go, and the execution is about to begin, and a pair of eyes are staring at the bloody scene of this one......