On the twenty-third day of the lunar month, the king of the stove went to heaven, and the heavens said good things, and the lower world kept safe.

On the day of the New Year, most of the people in Tianjin City were not busy at home to send the stove prince to heaven, but ran to the largest open space in front of the prefect's yamen in the city.

The torture platform erected overnight was not too high, about seven feet, that is, the height of an ordinary person, and there was no one on the platform, and it was not until almost noon that a group of executioners and officials rushed to the platform.

The battle for this execution was a bit big, and the prisoner was the British bluff, and in addition to the executioner, there were also good executioners drawn from the brocade guards.

The time had just reached noon, and after the three-way drum, Zhang Zhiji shouted loudly: "Take someone to commit a crime!" ”

As soon as Zhang Zhiji's voice fell, ten prisoners dressed in prison clothes and with a long wooden sign stuck behind their necks were escorted to the top of the platform.

Ten executioners, bare-chested and dressed in red, carried the ghost-headed broadsword that flashed cold light from time to time, paced behind the prisoner, and each took the wine bowl from the tray held by the little officer, and after a few sips, he sprayed at the blade of the ghost-headed broadsword.

The wine that was squirted out, as well as the wine on the blade of the ghost head knife, some of it dripped onto the body of the prisoner, and immediately made the prisoner a little commotion, but he was tied up with a rope, and he couldn't do it if he wanted to.

Little by little, the sun grinded to the middle position, trying hard to bring a touch of warmth to the cold winter of the new year.

But whether it was the people around the court, or the prisoners on the court, or Zhang Zhiji and others who were in prison, no one seemed to feel the warmth, but many people shivered secretly.

The ten officials standing behind the prisoner pulled off the wooden plaque behind the prisoner's neck and threw it aside, lifted the prisoner's face to look at it, and shouted: "Your Excellency, the prisoner has already experienced the right body!" ”

Zhang Zhiji squinted his eyes at the sun, reached out and pulled out a order sign from the sign holder on the table in front of him, and after a slight pause, he turned his wrist and threw the order sign on the ground, shouting: "Execution!" ”

When the ten officials heard the order, they tossed the prisoner's hair to the side, exposing his neck so that the executioner could use his sword, and then stepped aside.

The executioners raised the ghost-headed broadsword in their hands with a loud bang, and then fell suddenly, and ten human heads rolled down, causing the onlookers to exclaim.

Zhang Zhiji's face remained unchanged, but he then ordered to bring the next group of prisoners and continue the execution.

It wasn't until the fourth day that it was Sun Zhiji's turn and the others.

Fortunately, Emperor Chongzhen brought a lot of brocade guards, and it is not difficult to pick a few of them who know how to kill people, otherwise, if Ling Chi of these 100 people really comes one by one, it is estimated that Chongzhen may not be able to finish the film in February 14.

Even so, when it was the turn of the last Sun Zhiqi, the time was the twenty-ninth of the new year, and six days had passed, and one day would be the thirtieth day of the Chinese New Year's Eve.

In order to prevent Sun Zhiqi from being unable to stand the punishment, before he went to the court, someone had specially fed him a large amount of Fushou ointment, the dose was not enough to kill, but it was enough to keep him awake throughout the whole process, and even the ginseng soup boiled out of the hundred-year-old ginseng was ready, for fear that Sun Zhiqi would hang up during the execution process.

First, the eyelids.

The executioner of Jin Yiwei was the three Zhao brothers who had slashed Haoge alive at the head of the capital, and directly cut off Sun Zhiqi's eyelids with two knives, so that he could no longer close his eyes, and he must see himself being sliced into pieces with his own eyes, just like Peking duck.

Facts have proved that, just like the oil seller said, only the hands are familiar, and the three Zhao brothers have become more and more proficient in the filmmaker business after practicing with Haoge and passing countless damned people.

From morning to evening, until the sky was about to get dark, the last knife was finished, and Sun Zhiqi had not yet swallowed his breath at this time - he was fed three times of ginseng soup in the middle, and he was forcibly sucked a few bubbles of Fushou ointment, which made him hold on.

The people of Tianjin City can be regarded as an eye-opener.

It's not like I haven't seen this kind of thing in the past, but those are all in the autumn, and even those storytellers in the restaurant are all talking about what kind of autumn queen's beheading, how have you ever heard of a knife under the New Year?

Forget about the knife at the end of the year, from the beginning of the year to the evening of the twenty-ninth of the new year, and it is the first to cut off the head, and then the film, from the beginning of Pangu to the present, it is estimated that it is the first time, right?

But that's not the end of the story.

Sun Zhiqi was sliced with a full 3,600 knives, and Zhao Er cut off his head with a knife, and the remaining bones were smashed and fed to the dogs, but a eunuch appeared on the torture table.

Ma Shi glanced at Sun Zhiqi, as well as the blood stains on the full torture platform, the corners of his mouth twitched silently, and then he unfolded a holy decree, and said loudly: "Fengtian carries the emperor, and says:

Fushou paste prohibits anyone to sell it, and it is forbidden for anyone to smoke it, no matter what status, those who dare to participate in it, I will be Lingchi, and the rest of the people of the three clans and the nine clans will be implicated, and they will be sent as slaves, and they will not be forgiven!

Chin this! ”

For Emperor Chongzhen's holy decree, all the people understood it, and they all understood how heavy the punishment was after being involved in the Fushou anointing.

Just like the holy decree of Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Laosi, Emperor Chongzhen has never liked anything like Wen Si Liuliu.

Unless it is above the court, in response to the will of scholars or officials, Emperor Chongzhen will order the celebrant and the Hanlin Academy to polish it, otherwise try to use the vernacular as much as possible, so that all the people can understand.

After all, the high illiteracy rate of the Ming Dynasty is a bit scary, even if it is better than the mite Qing, it is actually very limited - mainly due to the inability to read.

Even if social studies and county studies are popularized, how can they see results in a year or two?

It has been fourteen years and nearly fifteen years since Emperor Chongzhen crossed over, and it has been more than ten years since the establishment of social studies.

After all, children are people, not seedlings, and they can't run away with a single pull--those who open and hang don't count, they may have enough money to make everyone understand the holy decree of Wen Si Liu.

Emperor Chongzhen, who was poor and had no money, couldn't do it.

The twenty-ninth of the new year, basically Chinese New Year's Eve, dawn is the first day of the new year, right? The queen and Concubine Yi, how are they doing in the capital? Do you want to be me? And the third child, what has become of him now?

looked at Zhu Cixian and Zhu Cihong sitting beside him, and then looked at Wen Tiren and Shi Fenglai opposite, as well as Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhiji and others, Emperor Chongzhen smiled and said: "Speaking of which, I have been willful again, so that all Aiqing have not been able to go home for the New Year." ”

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Wen Tiren and the others didn't know what to say in their hearts, they had a lot to say, but they didn't dare to say it.

Is it the first time for your old man?

After arching his hand towards Emperor Chongzhen, Wen Tiren said, "Although I am not allowed to go home for the New Year, I will accompany His Majesty to celebrate the New Year on Chinese New Year's Eve, and it is inevitably a good story in the history books of later generations." ”

Zhu Chunchen nodded approvingly, and responded: "What Elder Wen Ge said is, what about going home for the New Year?" What if you can't go home for the New Year? It's better to spend the New Year with His Majesty! ”

For this kind of compliment, Emperor Chongzhen didn't pay much attention to it - if it weren't for watching the live film Sun Zhiqi's bastard thing, Lao Tzu would have run back to the capital to accompany his wives for the New Year, and he would only be mixed with you old guys when he was full!

Although thinking about these messy things in his heart, Emperor Chongzhen picked up his wine glass and said with a smile: "In any case, I can be regarded as setting a precedent. ”

The words were very simple, but the feelings in the words were very real, Wen Tiren and the others also picked up their wine glasses together, and said with a smile: "I wish Daming a prosperous day by day, getting better and better!" ”

Pushing the cup and changing the lamp, a year has passed with a different taste.

When he was almost drunk, Emperor Chongzhen suddenly had another idea, and set his eyes on Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhiji: "I intend to go to the guard to have a look, do you want to go with the two Aiqing?" ”

Zhu Chunchen grinned and said, "It's okay, in previous years, ministers would only go on the first day of the new year, but they haven't tried to go to the barracks on Chinese New Year's Eve." ”

Zhang Zhiji also said: "The minister listens to His Majesty's orders." ”

Wen Tiren also bowed and said, "Your Majesty, why don't you go with the ministers?" ”

When Emperor Chongzhen heard this, he immediately hesitated: "It's freezing outside, how many Aiqing's bodies and bones?" I'm a little relieved. ”

Shi Fenglai laughed and said: "Your Majesty, it is already a fluke that the minister can come back from the Wa Kingdom alive, even if he dies immediately, he will earn it, plus the clothes on his body are warm, why are he afraid of the cold wind?" ”

Seeing that Shi Fenglai had expressed his stance like this, Emperor Chongzhen no longer dissuaded, nodded and then instructed Wang Chengen: "Order the kitchen to prepare some wine, kill a few sheep, bring some ready-made meat, and follow me to Tianjin Weili to have a look." ”

Wang Chengen's preparation speed was very fast, and the cooks in the palace were also very good, even half an hour was useless, a large amount of wine and meat was prepared, and he also killed six additional big sheep and washed the internal organs.

After Emperor Chongzhen got up, Wang Chengen hurriedly put on a collar of fox fur for Emperor Chongzhen, and the plush fur coat was draped on his body, which suddenly made Emperor Chongzhen feel a little sweaty.

Wen Tiren, Shi Fenglai and Guo Yunhou also put on their robes, but Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhiji, after accusing Emperor Chongzhen, went back and changed into military uniforms.

Looking at Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhiji, who were dressed in armor, Emperor Chongzhen's eyes couldn't help but light up, and he laughed: "Okay! One is old and strong, and the other is in the middle of the year, and the two love Qing Huwei! ”

After laughing, Emperor Chongzhen took the lead and walked out.

At this time, the ground has been covered with a thick layer of snow, a foot on it, there will be a creaking sound, Emperor Chongzhen and others behind them, but also constantly remember the sound of the wheel running over the snowflakes, pulling the cart of the war horse from time to time to snort, but also make the night with a little more lively.

Out of the palace, after arriving on the street, Emperor Chongzhen held Zhu Cixian with his left hand, held Zhu Cihong with his right hand, and said with a smile: "I've never seen such a picture, right?" ”

Zhu Cixiao was older, so he spoke first: "Father Qi, I have never seen such a scene in the palace in previous years, that is, the sons of other uncles and uncles have come to the palace, and they are mostly restrained, not as lively as the people. ”

Zhu Cihong also spoke: "Father, next year, can we still go out of the palace to watch the excitement like this?" ”

Emperor Chongzhen said with a smile: "If you like it, next year, I will let you take you out of the palace to see it secretly, just be careful, don't let your mother and concubine know, otherwise, I'm afraid that you will have to suffer." ”

Wen Tiren and the others, who were following behind Emperor Chongzhen, had their faces darkened.

If he hadn't heard it with his own ears behind Emperor Chongzhen, who knew that the emperor would still have this kind of play? On Chinese New Year's Eve, send the princes out of the palace to play?

Glancing at Shi Fenglai, Wen Tiren snorted angrily, and his expression was clearly saying that he would go back and talk to the imperial historians.

Shi Fenglai snorted, and said in his heart that the old man had already returned to his hometown, and now he was unofficial and light, so he wanted to find the imperial history and the old man's?

On Chinese New Year's Eve, it was hard to come out to see how the people celebrated the New Year, listening to the crackling firecrackers, as well as the fireworks flashing in the sky from time to time, coupled with the sounds from the homes of the people nearby from time to time, everything made Shi Fenglai feel so cordial.

I have been in the country for several years, and now I have returned to the Ming Dynasty, so I can really understand what the New Year is like, if the children and grandchildren can accompany me, it would be better, who cares if the emperor plans to take the princes out of the palace?

Besides, with this master's temperament, even if his old man takes the princes out of the palace, what can he do? Unless you go to the queen to complain, otherwise, there is a fart for impeachment based on the imperial history alone?

Shi Fenglai didn't pay attention to Wen Tiren, but continued to walk forward with Emperor Chongzhen with a smile, which made Wen Tiren so angry that the roots of his teeth itched.

Since this old thing came back from the Wa Kingdom, he has looked like a master in the world, looking like he doesn't care about everything, and people who watch it are disgusting!

Emperor Chongzhen's palace is not too far from the Tianjin Wei station, even if the road is not too easy to walk, it only took less than half an hour to get there.

When Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhiji, who were walking in front of the camp first, had just arrived at the camp gate, the soldiers at the camp gate pointed at the fire gun in their hands: "Stop!" Who is coming? ”

Emperor Chongzhen looked at everything in front of him with a smile, but did not speak.

When I came to the health center, it was a temporary intention, and I didn't let anyone come to the health center to inform me, and now that I have encountered such a situation, it is just right to see how Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhiji should respond.

Zhu Chunchen and Zhang Zhiji's faces darkened - just now, His Majesty said that he would not let people notify the guard, so he was waiting for us here?

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