Wu Xian, Fan Zhongyan, in front of the tomb. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Because Zhu Youxiao decreed that all localities should rebuild the tombs of loyal ministers and good generals of previous dynasties, so the tomb of Fan Zhongyan at this time was also renovated.

When Fan Wencheng was escorted to Fan Zhongyan's tomb, it was already verdant, pavilions, and a new look, and his tomb was also covered with green bricks.

"Get on your knees!"

The official in charge of the prison sentence was Zhang Junning, the left attendant of the Criminal Department, and the person in charge of the execution was Liu Kongzhao, the commander of the Nan 0 Beijing Public Security Force.

Liu Kongzhao kicked at this Fan Wencheng, Fan Wencheng leaned forward, and fell to his knees, and the thin money rat tail with the copper coin hole at the back of his head was lifted up by the soldiers of the Ming Army.

"Ugly! It's really ugly! Liu Kongzhao couldn't help but say a word, and then followed Zhang Junning, the left attendant of the Criminal Department, into the temporary torture viewing platform and sat down.

At this time, it was noon, the sun was very hot, Fan Wencheng's bare head was a little red under the fierce sun, and at the same time, beads of sweat also came out of his head one by one, dripping into his eyes, and he had to blink a few times immediately.

Fan Wencheng gritted his teeth very bitterly, and his whole body was pricked by a needle, especially when the sweat rolled down into the wound he was tortured in Dongchang, the pain made him feel a lot more drowsy.

He regrets it now, regretting that he took the initiative to invite Yingjin to contact the vassal kings of various places, but he didn't expect that the customs at this time were no longer the same as a year ago.

In Guannei, not only does he have an intelligence system and meticulous work in the Qing Dynasty, but the East Factory and Jinyiwei of the Ming Dynasty are now more diligent than before, and they are pervasive, and they have also placed eyeliner in his Daqing Dynasty.

Fan Wencheng is now sure that Huang Taiji must have the fine work of Jinyiwei by his side, or even by his side, otherwise his whereabouts would not have been discovered by Jinyiwei's people so easily.

"Fan Wencheng, look up and see who is in front of you?"

At this time, noon had not yet arrived, so let Fan Wencheng kneel here in advance to let him be tortured for a while, and Zhang Junning, the left attendant of the Criminal Department, also began to question Fan Wencheng at this time according to Zhu Youxiao's will.

Fan Wencheng didn't answer, but unexpectedly, a soldier of the Ming Army next to him directly slapped Fan Wencheng in the face with the back of his knife, and one of Fan Wencheng's front teeth flew out on the spot: "The master of the criminal department asked you something." ”

Fan Wencheng, who had a leaky mouth, didn't dare to pretend to be silent, and replied like a bee's voice: "Hui, the words of the master of the Criminal Department, it is Fan Wenzhenggong in the Song Dynasty, and he is also the ancestor of Fan. ”

"The book is not in vain, but since you are a descendant of Fan Wenzhenggong, you should also take the world as your own responsibility, how can you take refuge in the Tartars, and repeatedly admonish the slave chieftains to plot against me? Are you guilty? ”

After asking, Zhang Junning, the left attendant of the Criminal Department, looked at Liu Kongzhao: "Lord Liu, do you have anything to ask?" ”

Liu Kongzhao stood up directly, rolled up his sleeves and said: "Liu's ancestor is a Zhuge Liang-like figure, but Liu's unscrupulous descendant is very vulgar, so he doesn't dare to mention that he is Liu Bowen in front of others, and now there are such shameless people, after the dog traitor shamelessly said that he was Fan Wenzhenggong, but I don't know that Liu Mou admires Fan Wenzhenggong the most, and now I will teach this unscrupulous descendant of the Fan family for the lesson!" ”

"Master Zhang of the Criminal Department, I, Liu, am not as good as you scholars, asking a question is like chatting, I usually ask questions like this", Liu Kongzhao said and walked over, and slapped Fan Wencheng's old face directly, and Fan Wencheng's eyes flashed with gold stars: "This lord asks you, are you a traitor!" ”

Fan Wencheng didn't answer whether it was or not, but kowtowed directly to Liu Kongzhao and said: "Sir, please show mercy to your subordinates, the slave is cheap, it is not worth your life, if it hurts your hand because of beating the slave, it is the slave's sin, woo!" ”

"This lord asked you if you are a traitor, what kind of slave are you talking about to Lao Tzu!"

Liu Kongzhao slapped it again, and Fan Wencheng kowtowed like garlic and said: "It's a traitor, a slave is a traitor, a slave is a dog traitor!" ”

"Well, it's finally a little self-aware", Liu Kongzhao shook his hand as he said: "Okay, Zhang Shilang, this lord's words are finished, now I will go and let people set off firecrackers, hundreds of thousands of my Ming people died at the hands of the Tartars or Guan Ning Army because of this dog traitor, and now I have caught this first evil, and I just want to celebrate!" ”

As he spoke, Liu Kongzhao ordered someone to bring the firecrackers, and then spread them all over the hillside, and personally held the incense and lit it.

Suddenly, the sound of crackling firecrackers sounded, shaking the entire green mountains and green waters, and Liu Kongzhao himself laughed first, and the other Dongchang fans and Ming officers and soldiers also laughed.

At this time, Fan Wencheng hit his head on the ground and cried.

"Look at that cowardice, I also want to be the founding hero of the slave emirate, just like this, I also want that Huang Taiji to make you a sincere uncle", Liu Kongzhao said this, Zhang Junning, the left waiter of the Criminal Department on the side, also smiled speechlessly and bitterly, once upon a time, the literati would be ridiculed by a martial artist like this, and this situation occurred, maybe only when the literati betrayed the country and the society.

After a while, the sound of firecrackers ended, and under the action of the breeze, the smell of gunpowder smoke was all blown towards Fan Wencheng, and Fan Wencheng, who was choking, coughed and burst into tears.

This made Liu Kongzhao laugh even more, and said: "It seems that Fan Wenzhenggong has also appeared, otherwise he wouldn't have blown these winds all the time to this dog traitor, haha!" surnamed Fan, didn't you say that Wen Zhenggong is your ancestor, you see that your ancestors don't forgive you anymore! ”

Seeing this, Zhang Junning couldn't help but pull Liu Kongzhao: "Okay, Admiral Liu, it's important for us to do business." ”

"Okay, it's important to do the right thing, it's important to do the right thing", Liu Kongzhao said and sat down in a proper manner, and at this time, Zhang Junning, the left waiter of the Criminal Department, got up and picked up a copy of the copy: "This is the "Fan Wencheng Han Traitor Chronicles" written to you by Wen Zhenmeng, the great talent of the champion Lang, Your Majesty has ordered a first-class craftsman to engrave this text on the inscription, standing next to this Fan Wenzheng cemetery, and showing the people of the world, betraying the society and betraying the Ming Dynasty, not only disgrace yourself and leave a stench for 10,000 years, but also shame your ancestors and your family!" ”

Saying that, Zhang Junning ordered: "Go and recite it in front of Fan Wencheng, and after you finish reciting, you will start to execute it, with 3,500 knives in Ling Chi, to deter the world!" ”

Fan Wencheng couldn't help but shudder, where did he think that he would end up like this, at this time his heart was like ashes, he was smiling dryly on his back, Wen Zhenmeng's writing was very good, words were like knives, before he tasted the pain of slashing, his heart was already being cut by a knife.