"Chicken, chicken, come and eat." Hu Yuan sprinkled a handful of millet rice, which had been soaked for a long time in the suspension of the anthrax minus mereru worm.

Of course, it was the small Sumeru worm that had been reduced many times, and he hoped that all the chicks would survive so that he could proceed to the next experiment.

Of course, there is no small animal protection in the Great Song Dynasty, Hu Yuan did this, and the small animal protection could not cross time and space to come to Hu Yuan's secret room and oppose him to conduct animal experiments.

After Hu Yuan finished feeding the chickens, he took off his heavy cowhide armor and olecranon hood in the isolation room, revealing his sweat-soaked and even slightly swollen face.

The cowhide armor is impermeable and does not absorb sweat, but it is much more insulating than cotton clothes, and his face is swollen, and his face is pressed out by the olecranon pocket.

"It's a lot uglier again." Hu Yuan went to the bathing room to change clothes, and after carefully washing and cleaning, he changed into clean clothes, combed his hair in a bun, put on his tiara, and walked out of the secret room.

When he walked out of the cell, Hu Yuan had an open-mindedness to see the light of day and a sense of happiness that he was still alive.

He knew all too well how deadly the contents of his chamber were, and he was no exception to the infection that one day he was infected.

"It's useless." Hu Yuan opened the cabinet, and on top was a suicide note.

He was already prepared, in case he fell ill in the secret room one day and tried to govern himself to no avail, he would die inside, and of course the suicide note should be prepared.

"In the year of Gengxu, at three o'clock on November 3, chickens ate poisonous food, killed and injured more than half of them, and burned. Quench the poison a little, and the young chickens will take it again, to be tested, and they will be fine. ”

Hu Yuan's job is to keep an experimental diary, and he is worried that when he dies, no one will continue to study what he has made.

"It's almost three o'clock in the afternoon, and I'm going to watch the execution." Hu Yuan closed the codex, put it away carefully, went out from the Imperial Hospital, and after showing his waist card at Xihua Gate, he went to the Royal Street.

Today is the day when Zhao Chengyou executes Ling Chi, and Hu Yuan has been waiting for a long time.

He had a certain idea of observing the structure of the human body in his heart, and he was very similar to doing what the official family said about dissection, but that was against human ethics in the Great Song Dynasty.

He hasn't convinced himself yet.

But the main thing for him today is to watch the sentence.

He is a Song man.

He had seen the tragic situation of Taiyuan City with his own eyes, seen the heroic martial arts of the Great Song army in Datong Mansion, and personally sent away the planter.

Before the death of the seed master, there was only an official family like a crying person on his side, and he, the great Song Dynasty doctor.

He had also seen the revenge battle of the Great Song Dynasty soldiers in Liaodong, and he was angry and hated Zhao Chengyou, a little more prosperous than the official family.

He hoped that he could witness Zhao Chengyou die in pain, so that he would be more justified and generous for this Lang Lang Qiankun.

Otherwise, what are the things that you do that are free from life and death?

A few days ago, when it was rumored that the official family was benevolent, fearing that future generations would be killed, and chose to behead instead of Ling Chi, Hu Yuan naturally heard about it, and he was a little disappointed.

It's not that he has an opinion on the official's decision, but that he feels that he has an idea of cheapening him Zhao Chengyou.

However, he was stopped by Li Gang's words.

Hu Yuan didn't know what happened to Li Gang in the future, but he admired Li Gang's courage. He didn't want Li Gang's ending to be Shang Ying's self-destruction.

The executioner is an old eunuch from the deep palace, with superb knife skills, and he is an executioner specially raised by the Song royal family to carry out capital punishment.

This old eunuch is still an old man left behind during the Zhezong Dynasty, and his skills are extremely refined.

"One respects the sky, two respects the earth, and three respects the righteousness!" After the old eunuch soaked the knife in the spirits in his hand, he cut three pieces of meat in front of Zhao Chengyou, and sang in frustration.

Spirits can burn and kill the little Sumeru worm, but Hu Yuan, as a great Song Dynasty doctor, of course knew that spirits would also burn the human body, so he would use refined salt water instead of alcohol in Taiyuan to burn Wang Yu's wounds.

Braised pot soju was available in the early Tang Dynasty, and burning alcohol was not a rare thing in the Great Song Dynasty.

The liquor on the knife has a certain scabbing effect, three knives down, three pieces of fine meat, respect for the sky, respect for the earth, respect for Haoran righteousness.

Three slices of thin meat were thrown on the ground haphazardly.

Hu Yuan looked at the people of Bianjing who were watching around, they were a little quiet, they all quietly watched the executioner's actions, and did not make a loud noise.

This kind of tranquility, Hu Yuan has seen it several times, and when the Emperor Taishang returned to Beijing, the people of Bianjing were so quiet.

When Kong Yanzhou was sentenced to death, it was so quiet.

But their eyes full of anger were seen by Hu Yuan.

They are not as calm as they seem.

"Gross!"

After the gentle three swords of the first sacrifice to heaven and earth, the execution scene after that became bloody, and the onlookers were constantly decreasing.

Hu Yuan doesn't care, this kind of scene, where does the bloody Wang Yu look terrible?

After Wang Yu's injuries healed, the dense centipede-like wounds were much more terrifying than this.

After an hour, Hu Yuan was left alone among the onlookers.

"You killed me! A knife in my heart! Grandson! A knife to the heart! Cho Seung-woo was tied to a wooden pillar and roared angrily.

The old eunuch sneered, he didn't pay attention to Zhao Chengyou's thoughts at all, and continued to knife steadily, and there were more and more minced meat on the ground, and another little eunuch who was only ten years old threw the minced meat on the ground into the charcoal basin.

This time, the official family did not allow it to be sold, so it would be better to burn it down.

There was even an aroma of barbecue in the air, Hu Yuan sighed, showed his waist card to Jie Shengjun, and signaled that he wanted to enter the court.

After carefully checking the waist card, the soldier of Jiesheng said: "Just now I felt that Doctor Hu was familiar, and it was you who guessed. At the beginning, Doctor Hu Shen led the medical team to save me, I was from the Jiesheng Army, and this time I returned to Beijing with General Wang. ”

"Huh? If you know me, you won't let me in? Hu Yuan tentatively took two steps forward and was stopped by the Jiesheng soldiers.

"Doctor Hu waits, I'll ask the young Yin of Kaifeng Mansion and the squire of the Criminal Department if they won't let you in, the military life is in the body, and Doctor Hu is considerate." The Jiesheng soldier trotted away, ran to the execution platform, and ran back after a while.

Several ministers were speechless, and it was delayed for a while. Doctor Hu was not allowed to approach Zhao Chengyou. The soldier said with a smile.

Hu Yuan stepped into the law field, and the smell of barbecue was even stronger, and the reason why he wanted to enter the law field was very simple, because the painters of the painting institute invited by the official family couldn't stand it and slipped away...

He asked the official family for a copy of Zhao Chengyou's drawings.

The painter of the drawing institute ran away, so naturally he couldn't draw it, so he had to come in person.

"Who wasn't a handsome boy back then?" Hu Yuan smiled self-deprecatingly.

At that time, Hu Yuan also thought about entering the official career, and at that time, the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty was still the Emperor Taishang, and the Emperor Taishang liked calligraphy and painting.

What is good at the top will be very bad at the bottom.

He can paint, and he is used to seeing life and death, and he is not under much pressure for such scenes.

"The official family can't eat when they see those fake paintings, if they really come to watch the punishment, they won't have to repent of their intestines?" Hu Yuan smiled and began to paint.

This matter had to be done for three whole days, three thousand knives, and it was not done in one day, but divided into three days and seven days. Obviously, the order from the official family was three days.

"I'll give you money, can't I give you money? Grandpa, let's get a knife in the chest! Yes! Zhao Chengyou howled miserably, which had changed from arrogance to hysteria, and even his grandfather screamed out, just asking for a quick death.

Capital punishment, terrifying.