The next day, the tireless running guy shouted: "Kill the head!" Kill your head! ”

Fang Luo, who was sleeping, was startled up, rubbed his eyes and looked at the window, about the time he touched it, and it was almost noon to sleep. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

An inquiring guest officer asked why, and the guy chattered outside non-stop, so that Fang Lu was not upset, and stepped on his cloth shoes and walked out of the door. Seeing many people upstairs walking downstairs, they asked curiously.

There were a lot of people around the guy downstairs, and he could hear him say: "It's the official of the shopkeeper of the Xiao family's grain store, and the list says that he colluded with the thief to murder the prefect!" ”

"I know this person, but Xiao Abshi?" A man dressed as a businessman asked with wide eyes.

"That's it! I think it is also a character of Xingren Mansion calling for wind and rain, how to do the thief guilty! It's a pity, it's a pity! The man's face did not look sorry for him, but his eyes lit up.

"Yes, too! A huge family business and a bewitching wife...... It's a pity! Someone in the crowd sighed.

"It's just self-inflicted! has a good wife's room, but to be the stealing cat, caught by the owner's family, deserved it! As soon as the other man finished speaking, someone next to him tugged at his sleeve.

"Hugh has to be tongue-in-cheek!"

The man shrank his head too much, not daring to squeak again.

Fang Luo understood, and speculated in his heart that it should be that Xiao Zhusi was beheaded on the charge of colluding with thieves because of his affair with the prefect's concubine. But if such a crime is said to be big, it will be beheaded all over the house, and the words of the audience, it seems that his wife will not be condemned, and the huge family business will not be confiscated...... Who's cheating? There's something strange about that. The prefect is really big, killing several birds with one stone, maybe this is a suspenseful and bloody plot!

The entrance of Jiyin Caishi was cleaned by the prison officials early in the morning, and it was already crowded before noon. There has never been a precedent for Xingren Mansion to cut down more than a dozen people at one time, so the people meet to watch, and it is not a lively scene.

At that time, the prefect ordered the county magistrate to be the prison officer, and when the prison officer presented the prisoner with the card, the magistrate couldn't bear it but couldn't do anything, so he sentenced more than 10 "beheading" words, just waiting for the thieves to be escorted into the court, and the head fell to the ground at three o'clock in the afternoon.

More than 400 soldiers and executioners waited in front of the prison gate, and when the prison tied up the 12 prisoners, dozens of jailers pushed the prisoners out of the prison door, escorted them all the way to the court and surrounded the law field.

The people pointed and pointed, and some of the twelve were recognized, but they were silent and did not dare to speak.

Fang Luo was also in the crowd, and he had never seen such a thing in later generations, so he came to watch it with Yang Qing and Er Meng, and let Nuan'er stay in the inn to take care of the second elder.

Ermeng left for a while and then turned back, carrying a firecracker in his hand.

Fang asked puzzledly: "It's not a happy event, what the hell are you buying firecrackers?" ”

Ermeng grinned: "Big brother, I'm just doing it...... Driving away the ghosts, when these twelve people were beheaded, I don't know how many of them were unjustly killed! Don't get angry! Let's take a look at the shops around, which ones are not prepared for artillery battles, and even invite drumming! ”

Yang Qing also nodded in approval.

Fang Luo glanced at them and came to a two-word conclusion: superstition!

At this moment, there was a cry, and the crowd parted ways.

"Wronged! Master Zhixian! The slave officials are wronged! A beautiful woman staggered to the court and was stopped by the soldiers.

After the magistrate sat on the prison platform, he heard the crying from afar, his heart was shaken, and his face was guilty, so he had to close his eyes and frown, muttering non-stop, and so on. A county magistrate of Zhiji Yin County, a protégé of the Son of Heaven who was in the sixth grade, was forced to do this face-showing scapegoat! ＃*。 +*~"Zeng Mao! The old man is also powerless!

He scolded and drooled, glanced at the beautiful woman, and said secretly: "Sin, sin! The husband is not guilty, but he is guilty......"

This woman's pear blossoms brought rain, so that the people felt pity for her, usually when many men saw her, all the swings, vibrations at this time completely extinguished, flew away from the pond tree, closed the door under the moon.

Fang Yao was attracted by the cry, opened his eyes and passed through the cracks of countless people, but saw nothing. jumped up, and suddenly his vision suddenly brightened, and he saw the crying beautiful woman at a glance, and said in surprise: "Isn't this the lady who hit it a few days ago!" ”

Just as he stabilized his body, he saw a three-inch short man glaring angrily: "Good man!" You've stepped on me! ”

Fang Luo couldn't help laughing, hugged his fists and said: "This brother forgives him, but he didn't mean to!" ”

The short man was about to attack with a stick, but the tall and thin man on the side grabbed him and whispered, "Don't make trouble......

The short man glared at him viciously, turned and squeezed forward, behind the bulging fat waist, a small hole in the cloth was exposed, and the metal tip was slightly exposed in the small hole.

Fang Yu rubbed his eyes and wanted to take a closer look, but the short man had already disappeared into the crowd.

It must be a knife! Fang Luo confirmed his speculation. With a knife hidden in his waist and a stick in his hand, it is not a simple knife! The head of the knife can be removed, and the blade can be used as a stick.

Scanning the crowd, he found that many of them were practitioners. The black man wrapped in a green turban, his temples bulging high, this must be a good hand who belongs to the turtle wave; A strong man with clumped hair, this must be a good cleaner of the mobs that belong to the floor stream;

A sharp-eyed white man, this must be a long-range striker who belongs to the group of injuries...... A weak man in a well-dressed beast, this must belong to the cannon fodder level...... Hey! Isn't this Yang Qing!

"Brother Wander! Where are you squeezing into! I can't find you with Ermeng, I'm afraid you'll stray into the beheading platform......" Yang Qing quipped.

Fang Luo didn't have time to joke, and pulled Yang Qing and Er Meng to advise: "Leave quickly, go back to the inn!" Someone is going to rob ......"

"! Grab a ball! Ermeng laughed, and his voice shook the sky. On weekdays, ", what balls"

Fang Luo often talked about it, and Ermeng also learned to say these mantras.

As soon as this sound fell, only the noise in front of me was heard, and the sound of knives and guns was heard. The crowd fell silent for a moment, and only after a moment did the wolves rush to the ground with a clamour.

Er Meng was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered the reincarnation of Brother Wenquxing, and what he said must be eight or nine and ten.

Yang Qing trembled.

Fang Luo helplessly flicked his brain, and shouted: "Escort Yang Qing back to the inn quickly!" ”

Ermeng reacted and picked up Yang Qing and ran, just one step later, he stopped and turned around and shouted, "Big brother, what about you?" Why don't you run? ”

Fang Luo waved his hand: "I'll break it!" ”

Er Meng rushed forward with confidence, like a fierce iron plow, shoveling all the way, shoveling over countless people, of course, he used Yang Qing as a shield.