Chapter Ninety-Seven: POV: Zhou Jun The scene of the public trial
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Countless pairs of feet stepped on the royal road, stepping on the bluestone pavement carved with patterns, there are high and low shoes, square toe shoes, short shoes, monk shoes, and Hu shoes; Shoes of various materials trampled on the royal road that only emperors could walk in the past, leather, cloth, and straw, and they trampled, pushed, and stretched out their heads to look, all wanting to see the people on the high wooden shelf in the center of the road. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info
A wooden shelf was erected in the middle of the royal road, and this hastily built shelf was not good-looking, and some mud and gravel were randomly stuffed at the bottom as the foundation, and on top were tables, chairs, and benches for waste use, and the top was made of wood and cloth to form a plane, which could probably accommodate three or five people.
There was a person tied to the platform, and everyone knew who this person was, but when Shizun said loudly, "We have caught Wang Zaijin", everyone still cheered.
Ying Tianxun Mao Yilu softened, and they were not able to try him publicly, which made the students who had always been pretentious and like to expel county orders and magistrates a little dissatisfied, and the previous massacre made them feel a little sad about the death of rabbits and foxes.
They had accumulated anger and fear, and this negative emotion was temporarily controlled by the assurances of the master, but no one could guarantee how long this state of calm would last, and today, there was no need to worry anymore, because they already knew the news of their victory, and had successfully stormed Wang Jaejin's mansion. The crazy soldiers slashed and killed all the living creatures of the Wang family, and the angry members took away Wang Zaijin, who was dressed in the official palace, and everyone took what they needed, and the cooperation was very pleasant.
Right now, the dignified Shangshu of the Nanjing Military Department of the Ming Empire, the imperial court member of Zheng Erpin, and the highest military governor of the entire Nanzhili region, was tied to the platform like this, looking down at the ground, not daring to say a word.
All did not speak, they reveled in the joy of victory, in the power of the collective, in the excitement of the victory over the high officials of the court in a lowly state.
No one dared to come over to stop it, the Nanjing garrison eunuchs didn't dare, the garrisons outside Nanjing didn't dare, they must have known the news of Wei Zhongxian's downfall, and now that they didn't fall into the well, it was already for the sake of their colleagues, so how could they take the initiative to stop it?
In this way, this dignified court, who had passed through Liaodong, Jizhen, Tianjin, Deng, Lai and other important military places, was specially given python jade by the emperor and a monk Fang sword, wearing his official uniform embroidered with a three-inch small Duke flower, with a rhino horn belt, was tied to the platform.
Shizun slowly walked to the stage, he was wearing a red Jimin suit today, as if he had walked out of the flames. He led the army to completely slaughter the Wang family, which not only gave him the reputation of commanding the world's scholars, but also had a terrifying murderous aura. Wherever he looked, there was a bow of head, and the scholars worshipped him and feared him.
"The big husband should be like this!" Zhou Jun thought secretly.
"Wang Zaijin, are you guilty?" Shizun spoke, and his voice still carried a trace of inevitable exhaustion, which was the sequelae of the long lecture.
followed by a long silence, just when Zhou Jun thought that Wang Zaijin was so frightened that he couldn't refute it, Wang Zaijin finally spoke: "Hehe, if you want to add to the crime, there is no excuse, I have nothing to say if I become a king or lose." But to make me confess, impossible! ”
This second-grade court official showed a surprising backbone at the moment, perhaps he thought that he was only facing a group of students and not Jinyiwei, after all, they were also scholars, and it was impossible for them to torture him.
"You don't know sin?" Shizun was not surprised by Wang Zaijin's reaction, he laughed lightly, and then shouted loudly in an extremely sharp tone: "If you don't know the sin, I will tell you where the sin is!" ”
"First, when Wei Zhongxian slaughtered Zhongliang and brought disaster to the country and the people, where were you? When the six gentlemen of Donglin cried blood and died tragically in prison, where were you? Maybe you think that if everyone doesn't speak, you can get away with it, and tell you that the law does not apply here, and your silence is the biggest reliance on the eunuchs' rampant dominance, and you are an accomplice, murderer, and executioner! ”
"Second, you used the two tactics of Fu Yu and Blocking the Pass to deal with Jiannu, thinking that you had a plan, but Fu Lu could not appease Mongolia, but made Hou Jin the suzerain of Mongolia; The barrier can not make the soldiers fight to the death, the pit mines are set up by our soldiers, which is tantamount to helping the Houjin slaughter the Ming soldiers, the fiasco of the front line, the arrogance of the Tartars, you have to bear a lot of responsibility! ”
"Third, when the prisoners stormed the yamen of the military department, you dared to send troops to slaughter! Throughout the ages, from the Qin Emperor and the Han Dynasty to the Taizu of our dynasty, there has never been such a madness and tragedy! Scholars are disciples of Confucius and Mencius, the seeds of civilization, killing a scholar is equivalent to killing a seed of civilization, killing ten scholars is equivalent to killing ten seeds of civilization, if there are no scholars, how should the Tao of Confucius and Mencius spread, where should I go to find the Taoism of China, and Chinese history! Tell you, this is your greatest sin! ”
Shizun's tone was stern and his expression was serious, as if a god was solemnly judging sinners, and Wang Zaijin's dejected performance made him not only not have the bearing of a court official, but more like a country hooligan who had committed a crime.
"You filthy villain, stealing authority, can't serve the country without saying anything, but instead turn the gun upside down and use the weapon against your own people, causing my Ming reading seed to suffer a scourge, I will sentence you to a thousand knives today!" After Shizun said this, he shouted loudly: "Li Fengtian, you took someone to pick off his official uniform, he wants to die in his official uniform, I don't want him to die in official uniform!" I'm going to let him die as a civilian, as a prisoner! ”
"Yes!"
Li Fengtian responded happily, and although he didn't laugh out loud, everyone could hear his pride and joy in his tone. Indeed, the fact that such an important task is carried out by him is in itself a reliance on him. Seeing the success of the castration plan, who doesn't want to get the most fruits of victory.
Li Fengtian took a few sturdy students to strip Wang Zaijin's official clothes, they were very careful when stripping clothes, because this clothes were something they had dreamed of and almost impossible to touch before, and this thin clothes seemed to have divine power, so that they were cautious and did not dare to damage it in the slightest. But after they stripped off Wang Zaijin's clothes, they were no longer careful, as long as Wang Zaijin did not cooperate a little, they would punch and kick, leaving no mercy at all.
Official uniforms are valuable, but human lives are not valuable.
"Report to Childe, we have stripped off this villain's official uniform, what is the next step, please show Childe!" Li Fengtian held the official uniform and respectfully asked the master to give an order.
"Wang Zaijin, I sentence you to a thousand cuts today!" Hearing the news, the scholars first gasped and seemed to feel a little cruel, but immediately some scholars shouted loudly:
"It's time to cut him with a thousand cuts!"
"We can't spare him, give us the meat that has been cut off, we will eat him!"
"He can't even be reincarnated!"
It is estimated that the prisoners who said these words were the prisoners who survived the catastrophe that day, and they did not have any sympathy for the murderer who almost killed them, so they cheered after hearing the news, for fear that the master would spare Wang Zaijin. Seeing that the atmosphere was like this, and because it was all one person shouting slogans before, others echoed it, and they couldn't help but shout loudly.
Wang Zaijin raised his head suddenly, this time he seemed to be really anxious, he shouted loudly: "Liu Xu, I am also an official of the imperial court, if you treat me like this, the imperial court will not let you go!" ”
He wanted to say more, but Shizun gave Li Fengyan a look, and the tall Li Fengtian immediately stepped forward and kicked Wang Zaijin in the face, so that he couldn't say a word.
"I heard that these thousands of cuts are operated by professionals, so I had to invite Brother Li, who is said to have been engaged in this business for generations, Wang Zaijin, to definitely satisfy you! Of course, I know that a thousand cuts are just talking, but I promise to let Wang Zaijin scrape out more than 860 pieces of meat, and each piece of meat will be sacrificed to a dead prisoner! After saying this, Shizun gave the butcher waiting in the audience a look, and slowly walked off the stage.
A killing scene full of brutal beauty begins.
The executioner looked unremarkable, with a mediocre appearance, an ordinary blue shirt, and a blue square scarf like all the citizens, without any special features, without any peculiar appearance.
This Brother Li is said to have been engaged in this special industry for generations, but he looks harmless to humans and animals, like an ordinary farmer or textile worker.
A thousand cuts is not simply a matter of cutting people into 11,000,000 pieces, if so, anyone can do this business. The executioner not only had to cut off the flesh of the person, but also to ensure the survival of the victim. If the victim dies immediately, the executioner has failed. For an experienced executioner, it is easy to make the victim endure hours of pain before dying.
But this person looks so ordinary, can he really be an executioner who is good at cutting a thousand knives?
Of course, he soon had to believe it. The executioner gently had Wang Jae-jin stripped off his shirt, and he wanted to make sure that his operation was not disturbed by clothing. Several students excitedly stripped off Wang Zaijin's clothes, although Wang Zaijin struggled to resist, but how could he resist so many people alone?
He was not fighting with a few students, but with the entire Jiangnan Shilin.
This is a battle that is sure to be lost.
Brother Li looked at Wang Zaijin and looked at him with an appreciative and critical look, as if a butcher was measuring the quality and weight of a fat pig. His eyes are so gentle and elegant, like a master craftsman looking at the materials at hand, and like a painter pondering the strength and color of his brush.
This person's strength and eyes are so gentle and decent, it makes Zhou Jun think he is an artist.
And how can an artist be a murderous and terrifying executioner?
He was puzzled.