"Marshal, it's two o'clock in the afternoon!"

You An moved in front of Kim Jong-lei and bowed down to remind him that this person had been beheaded many times and had rich experience in execution. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Kim Jong-lei nodded to You'an and returned to the tiger skin chair to sit still.

The two executioners carried Emperor Wei Ming to the front of the high platform, knelt facing the square, and inserted the word "chop" on the back of his head.

There was a slight commotion in the square. The onlookers all opened their mouths and looked at it, this was the first time they saw the emperor kneeling on them, and they raised their heads to look at the sky to see if the sun came out of the west.

Emperor Wei Ming couldn't help but look up at the sky, stretched out his hands upward, took a big breath, frowned, and said to himself: "Why isn't it raining yet?" ”

Everyone followed him and looked up at the sky, only to see that the sun was hiding behind a large cloud of dark clouds, it was a cold cloudy day, and the cold wind invaded the muscles and cracked the bones, but it would definitely not rain for a while!

Song Qi stood under the stage for a long time, looking at the stage with blank eyes, his heart was surging, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

In history, the emperor has been assassinated, assassinated, and poisoned, and in order to seize the throne and power, there have been many dirty deeds, which can be described as innumerable, and it is difficult to mention. But to punish the emperor and behead him in front of the people of the world, there have been few times since 3,000 years ago and the next 1,000 years.

The position of the emperor has always been pretended to be a divine gift, since its birth, it has the supreme power of life and death, rich from all over the world, they have never been the only ones who kill, so have they been killed by others? It is precisely because the emperor has supreme power that no one can kill him except heaven, so they have no scruples, do whatever they want, do all kinds of evil, and act like beasts, and they occasionally do one or two good deeds when they do evil, and they will be touted as Ming Jun by flattering ministers. Isn't that what history is all about? Tang Taizong is known as the first Ming Jun in history, what kind of person is he, killing his father, killing his brother, his mother, his adulterous sister-in-law, it can be said that all the bad things in the sky have been done to him, ordinary people who commit any one of these crimes are all evil, and the emperor is all guilty, just because he did one or two good things, he was praised by the historian as the world's Ming Jun, and became a model monarch that everyone looks up to!

Mencius divided people into two categories, one is a gentleman and the other is a villain, and the emperor is not among them, which shows that in Mencius's eyes, the emperor does not belong to a gentleman, they are worse than villains. Mencius also said that the people are the most important, the society is secondary, and the king is light. This sentence has been said for more than 2,000 years, but it is basically said in line and backwards. And today, it seems that we are going to follow the words of Mencius. The emperor broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people, this matter is very happy, fast and fast!

The once invincible emperor kneeling on the stage is now old, gray-haired, and no different from an ordinary old man.

Song Qi stared at Jin Zhenglei sitting on the stage, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Up to now, this Jin Zhenglei has killed two emperors, and is still chasing and killing another emperor, as if he is a professional household who kills the emperor, is he the embodiment of justice appointed by God?" ”

It seems that I have traveled here to this event, and it is not in vain.

Song Qi stood under the stage, thinking about it with a myriad of thoughts, while slowly moving his gaze and slowly scanning the Taimiao Square.

On the high platform kneeling the former Supreme Emperor Wei Ming Emperor, the ground under the high platform also knelt in a large area of black pressure, see its number of about 300 people, most of them are children of the royal family, all wearing white prison clothes and prison pants, the cape is scattered, the back is inserted with a chopping mark, behind each person stands two big men, holding machetes, ready to execute at any time.

Mingyu stood next to Song Qi, and from time to time swept his gaze to the kneeling crowd under the stage, as if looking for something. Since most of these condemned prisoners were disheveled and hung down, it was impossible for them to discern who was who if they did not raise their heads.

Mingyu glanced at it several times, and suddenly noticed that one of the people kneeling under the platform raised his head slightly. Mingyu rubbed his eyes, looked carefully, and from the gap in the loose hair, a little bit of his face was revealed, and he could vaguely see the person's nose and chin, and felt that it seemed a little familiar, but the eyes and eyebrows were still invisible, and he still couldn't confirm who he was. But from this slightly familiar nose and chin, it can be judged that this person may be the person she is looking for.

In order to make it clear, Mingyu bowed her delicate body, quietly moved from behind the executioner to the man's side, bent down next to him, and whispered: "His Royal Highness!" ”

The man heard the call and slowly raised his head, his eyes scanning the man behind his loose hair. Mingyu saw clearly now, this person was her savior-Li Wei Wang Wei Li.

Mingyu was very shocked in his heart, how could Wei Li also be arrested, didn't he escape?

Wei Li saw from his hair that it was Mingyu, so he lowered his head again, and his hair hung down in front of him, blocking his entire face.

Mingyu saw that Wei Li ignored her, her heart was very painful, tears in her beautiful eyes, turned a few times, and finally couldn't help rolling down.

Mingyu choked up and said, "I hurt you!" ”

Wei Li raised his head suddenly, part of his hair flung up his shoulders, and shot a resentful edge from his deep eyes, shooting directly at Mingyu's face, smiling coldly, and constantly blaming himself: "It's not you who hurt me, it's me who hurt myself, it's me who hurt my father, it's me who hurt the country!" His voice was low and hoarse, and his tone seemed to contain vicious resentment, deep remorse, and heavy sadness.

Mingyu listened to Wei Li's words, saw his expression, his heart was sour, and suddenly tears rained down, and he whimpered: "Your Highness, I will definitely save you out!" ”

Wesley's eyes were filled with a contradictory look of doubt and disdain, and he shouted hysterically, "Get me out? Now that my kingdom is broken and my family is dead, what is the use of saving me out? I am a sinner who defends the country! I'm sorry for my father, I'm sorry for my ancestors! If you let me die, leave me alone! As he spoke, he lowered his head and buried his face under his hair.

When Mingyu heard this, his heart was like a knife. These words, it seems, each word is like a big hand tearing at her conscience. She understands that if Wei Li hadn't rescued her in the first place, it might not have led to the defeat and destruction of Wei Guo.

"Your Highness, you wait a while, I'll come when I go!" Ming Yuqiang held back his tears, raised his sleeve to wipe his face, bit his lip, squeezed out of the crowd, and stepped on the steps in three steps and two steps. (To be continued.) )