Ning Wan and I were finally taken to the execution ground.

Ning Wan's people naturally had to be escorted to the execution ground.

However, when I saw my own people executed, he was not very sad.

Ning Wan and I are more ruthless than Fan Wencheng, or I am a little villain, otherwise I would not have suggested that Jianyu kill all the Han people outside Beijing before leaving Beijing.

It is enough to see that Ning Wan has no feelings for human life.

Therefore, even if he watched his family being executed at this time, he was indifferent, and even if his heart was touched, he was unwilling to show it.

Ning Wan just laughed now, laughing maniacally, he knew that he was going to be executed, but because of this, he knew that he was finally going to get rid of it.

Ning Wan never thought that he would fail, he always thought that he was the smartest strategist.

But now the comeback of the Ming Dynasty has dealt him a heavy blow.

He had now utterly despaired of himself, and now he wanted nothing more than death.

As for the infamy behind him, he even has to be left on the inscription for future generations to continue to abuse, and he doesn't care now.

Ning Wan stretched out his hand in a daze, watching the executioner put on white gloves, even covered his mouth and nose with a white cloth, and took out a sharp knife with a white hat with a pointed top, very much like Bai Impermanence asking for his life.

Ning Wan, I didn't expect that the executioner in charge of Ling Chi's criminals now would have such rules, but he had to admit that such an executioner would inexplicably add a trace of white fear to a criminal like him.

When I saw the executioner touch the cold and flickering blade on my fat and oily skin, the piercing cold feeling made Ning Wan shiver for a moment.

He felt more and more that the executioner in front of him, wearing white hats, white gloves, and white masks, looked like a ghost, like Bai Impermanence who asked for his life.

Ning Wan I couldn't help but think of the underworld, he didn't know if he would be sent to the eighteenth layer of hell after he died, he didn't know if the hell was also decided by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

When the executioner took the white-gloved hand on Ning Wan's chest and began to knead it to find out the distribution of my muscles, Ning Wan I was already trembling, and when he saw with his own eyes that the sharp tip of the knife had landed on his skin and had just cut a cut, he couldn't help but look hideous and beg for mercy.

The piercing pain hit me like a tidal wave, and I could only use my eyes to convey how much I regretted that I wanted to take refuge in the Manchu Qing Dynasty back then.

Han thief!

It turns out that being a thief will have such consequences.

It turned out that Ling Chi was really not as simple as he said casually.

Ning Wan I was finally delayed by 3,500 knives, which was only 500 knives less than the Manchu royal nobles Azig and others.

But the Han people in the whole city of Beijing did not feel that this was too cruel, and they even felt that it was relatively light, compared to the pain that these people brought to them.

The entire city of Beijing and the Han army bannermen who took refuge in the Jianguo were executed, followed by the former Ming officials who surrendered to the Qing Dynasty.

There are not many of these people.

However, the most typical ones are Chen Mingxia and Sun Zhiqi.

Chen Mingxia is still kowtowing to people entering the city outside the Yongding Gate in Beijing, saying that he is a thief.

On this day, when Yuan Jixian interrogated Chen Mingxia.

Chen Mingxia still reflexively knelt down to Yuan Jixian, kowtowed: "I am Chen Mingxia, I am a big thief!" ”

Yuan Jixian smiled slightly: "I know that you are a Han thief, or a big Han thief, Chen Mingxia, tell me, how did you become a Han thief, did you tell Dolgon that my Majesty the Ming Emperor Zhu Youzhen was cut by a thousand knives?" ”

"I'm Chen Mingxia, I'm a big Han thief, haha, I'm Chen Mingxia, I'm a big Han thief!"

Chen Mingxia is now like a demon, when Yuan Jixian asked him, he only admitted that he was a big thief, and even smiled stupidly after speaking, his eyes were colorless, and the whole person seemed to be crazy.

Yuan Jixian thought he was crazy when he saw him like this, so he hurriedly walked over to cover his nose, took a gun from the hand of a guard soldier, provoked Chen Mingxia's dirty face, and looked at it for a long time.

The guard soldier had a look of displeasure in his eyes, thinking to himself that his favorite gun had been so dirty, how much he had to wash it to wash it.

And Chen Mingxia suddenly pounced on Yuan Jixian, snorted like a mad dog, and drooled: "Han thief, I am a Han thief, you are a Han thief, we are all Han thieves, hehe, everyone is a Han thief!" ”

"Won't it be really crazy", Wei Binlin, the young secretary of Dali Temple, couldn't help but ask at this time.

Yuan Jixian was also a little suspicious, and hurriedly shouted: "Chen Mingxia! ”

Chen Mingxia simply fell to the ground and stared dryly.

"Go and send a doctor to show him", Yuan Jixian had to terminate the interrogation.

After a while, a doctor came over to check Chen Mingxia's pulse, but the doctor spit out first, and a mouthful of filth spit on Chen Mingxia's face.

"Bastard thing, who asked you to spit on this official, pull it down and beat it to death!"

Chen Mingxia originally wanted to pretend to be crazy to avoid being interrogated and criticized, but he didn't expect this doctor to vomit on him as soon as he came.

Chen Mingxia instinctively jumped up and pointed at the doctor and scolded.

But it was only when he scolded him that he realized that he was a goof.

But the doctor explained with some fear: "Forgive me, old man, this person is too dirty and smelly, and the smell of feces and urine is too strong, and Xiaomin can't help but have a nausea effect for a while." ”

"It's okay, you go down and reward him with five silver dollars, you're doing a good job."

Yuan Jixian smiled and looked at Chen Mingxia, whose face was full of filth: "It's quite similar, Chen Baishi, why don't you continue to pretend." ”

"This, Mr. Ji Tong, everyone used to be ministers of the same dynasty, and even sang poems and harmony, so you can't bear to watch them humiliate me as a scholar?"

Chen Mingxia knew Yuan Jixian, and also knew that Yuan Jixian was once a well-known figure in the literary world, so he began to curry favor when he saw that he couldn't pretend to be crazy.

"You are a thief, I am a Ming minister, with what dynasty, with what minister, now take him out and be criticized and interrogated by representatives from all walks of life in the city! Make no mistake! ”

As soon as Yuan Jixian said this, Chen Mingxia suddenly jumped up and scolded: "Okay, you Yuan Jitong, you are a despicable and shameless villain, you are in the company of martial artists, you are abusive, you are cruel to Confucianism, you are not worthy of being a disciple of Confucius and Mencius, you must not die well!" ”

"The Han thief Chen Mingxia humiliated Daming Xing for no reason in the Zuodu Imperial History and Criminal Department Shangshu and Dali Temple Zhengqing, plus Ling Chi 500 knives!"

Yuan Jixian only said this.

Chen Mingxia couldn't help but be even more angry when he listened: "You bastard! ”

"Another five hundred dollars!"

Yuan Jixian only said this sentence again.

"You're threatening me, don't think that I, Chen Mingxia, will beg you to be a shameless villain!"

Chen Mingxia roared angrily.

"Another five hundred dollars!"

Chen Mingxia was silent, he really wanted to ask the original Ming Emperor Zhu Youzhen how many knives he had sentenced.

(End of chapter)