Even if Yan Zhiwei deserved to die, such a tragic death was enough to scare the people who hated him so much that there was only fear in their hearts instead of the excitement of venting their anger, and now seeing the executioner step forward, the people gathered on both sides of the Tianjin Bridge didn't know what other means of execution there was for a corpse, and they all held their breath and watched.

Yan Zhiwei's death was extremely miserable, but the executioner had killed people in his life, he was the first executioner of the Criminal Department, and now those executioners in the Criminal Department were his disciples and grandchildren, and he didn't know how many princes and generals he had killed in this life, so he naturally didn't care about this scene.

The executioner walked up to Yan Zhiwei's upright corpse, reached out to pull out the arrows on his chest, and pulled out the flesh and blood with sharp arrows, and was thrown to the ground by him, and then took a bull-eared sharp knife from the plate, and with the exclamation of the onlookers, his wrist sank, and Yan Zhiwei's chest was already opened.

In the midst of everyone's stunned, the executioner cut open Yan Zhiwei's chest and abdomen, reached in, touched his heart, cut it off with a knife, and threw it on the ground.

Ten thousand arrows pierced the heart, and then disemboweled, such a scene really shocked the people watching the execution, although a few scoundrels in the crowd were still applauding, most of them couldn't bear to watch it anymore.

At this time, a row of prisoner carts came from the direction of the Criminal Department, and Luoyang Wei Tang Zong led dozens of officials to open the way in front of him, and forcefully separated the crowd to ensure that the prisoner carts passed.

There were men, women, old and young in the prison car, all of whom were Yan Zhiwei's family members, the most conspicuous of which were a few children, several children were imprisoned alone in a car, the eldest was five or six years old, and the younger was only two or three years old.

A few children clung to the fence of the prisoner van and looked curiously at the crowd on the side of the road, with innocent smiles on their faces. An old woman looked at them. Tears suddenly welled up in her cloudy old eyes, and she turned around, squeezed out hard, and muttered, "Evil!" What a sin! The old body can't stand it anymore! ”

Her son was still a little reluctant to leave, but when he saw that the old lady was leaving, he had to chase after him, protecting his mother with one hand and separating the crowd with the other. Walked out.

A peddler selling bread in a basket looked at those ignorant children, and couldn't help but sigh gloomily, even if it was a great crime of rebellion, there was no reason to delay such a young child, such a young child. Why should they bear such a heavy punishment for their fathers, yet. This is the will of the Empress. Who would dare to disobey?

A child in the prison cart saw the basket in his hand, looked at it with a blank eye, put a finger in his mouth, and swallowed softly. The peddler of the bread seller rushed forward, grabbed a few cakes from the basket and handed them into the cart. In a choked voice, he said, "Child, eat, uncle gave it to you." ”

It seemed that the children were really hungry, and they grabbed the bread one after another. Eat with relish. After the peddler had finished handing over the cakes, he looked at the guards escorting the prisoner's car with some fear, and the officials looked solemn, but as if they hadn't seen him at all, when they came to him, they just waved their hands and told him to retreat.

Seeing this scene, more people were encouraged, and some people with food on their bodies handed food into the prisoner cart carrying children, candy, dried fruits, and snacks when they passed in front of them......

The children in the prison car were smiling, and two children were scrambling for a few jujubes, laughing and pushing each other, not knowing that their young lives were about to end, and some soft-hearted people couldn't help but shed tears when they saw it.

Set up on the prison table on the north side of Tianjin Bridge, the prison and punishment imperial history saw this scene, his lips twitched a few times, and he also showed an unbearable look, he stretched out his trembling hand, grabbed the torture stick, Huo Di turned his back, and then threw the torture stick behind him, and said in a deep voice: "By order, the Yan family, old and young, are all hanged to death, and they will be executed immediately!" ”

"Dangchang!"

The torture sign landed, the sound was crisp, but it was like a heavy drum on the hearts of the people, there was no spectator before the execution and murder, everyone was silent, and the happy laughter of a few ignorant children on the prisoner car seemed unusually harsh at this moment......

On the end door, Wu Zetian looked at the Tianjin bridgehead from afar, and said with a hard crutch: "Hmph! The remnants of Yanxiu are not allowed to return to the Turks, and the singing and dancing are happy under the city of Zhaozhou, so that my court has no dignity! Such a chaotic minister and thief, losing his teacher and humiliating the country, even if he chops off his flesh, chops off his bones, breaks his bones, and beheads all over the house, he still can't dissipate the anger in his heart! ”

Shangguan Wan'er stood quietly behind her, her eyes slightly lowered to the ground, and she couldn't bear to raise her eyes to look at it. The two brothers, Zhang Yizhi and Zhang Changzong, who were supporting Wu Zetian, said in unison: "Yan Zhiwei should die!" The Yan family should be damned! Bixia don't get angry, lest you hurt the dragon's body! ”

At this moment, the two forbidden army colonels helped a dusty and tired border army colonel to catch up with the city, and the triangular red flag on the shoulders of the military colonel over there turned dark red because it was too dusty.

Wu Zetian saw this situation, only when there was a big incident in the frontier, he couldn't help but look nervous, the military colonel over there galloped all the way, his legs were still a little numb, and he could only be supported by someone, seeing the empress, the little colonel gasped and knelt down to salute, took off the yellow silk package from behind his shoulder, raised his hands high, and said: "General Wu Youyi's secret music!" ”

Zhang Changzong hurriedly let go of Wu Zetian, stepped forward to take off the package, opened it on the side, took out the seal, opened the lacquer seal, took out a secret letter from it, and handed it to Wu Zetian with both hands.

Wu Zetian narrowed his presbyopia, looked at it seriously for a long time, his face suddenly turned iron-blue, and his hands couldn't help but tremble. Zhang Yizhi stood aside and peeked at it, but he only vaguely saw some fields, it seemed that Wu Youyi was secretly playing something about Wu Yizong, and some words seemed to mention something about the founding of the Xi people, the Turks and the Yan people.

"Kill the erector! Damn it! Lose power and humiliate the country, and be unanimous! ”

Wan'er and Zhang Changzong were a little surprised, not knowing what had happened.

Wu Zetian tightly grasped Wu Youyi's secret music, gasped for a while, and suddenly felt a little depressed.

After being silent for a long time, she said in as calm a tone as possible: "Wan'er, pass the decree, the war in Hebei has ended, and Wu Yizong, the general manager of the four-way expedition to the north, immediately handed over his post to Wu Youyi, returned to Luoyang, and with his military merits, he was immediately appointed as the general of Zuo Jinwu and commanded the troops in Kyoto!" ”

Shangguan Wan'er hurriedly bowed and said yes, Wu Zetian held the secret letter in his hand and turned around tremblingly.

Yan Zhiwei was greedy for life and afraid of death, but he was just forced by the butcher's knife to sing and dance to vent the morale of the defenders of Zhaozhou City, and Wu Yizong lost his land and lost his people, and the losses caused to the court were simply one day and one place compared to Yan Zhiwei. If Wu Yizong was not surnamed Wu, if he didn't have the same glory and loss as her Wu Zetian, it would not be a pity to die ten thousand times.

In the letter, Wu Youyi counted Wu Yizong's stupid things in Hebei, and repeatedly begged the empress to transfer him away, otherwise, God knows what unimaginable stupid things he would do.

Wu Zetian really hates this little beast now, but what can she do, she can only hide this matter as much as possible, pretending that nothing has happened.

Because of Wu Yizong's stupidity, Wu Zetian was even more disappointed in the Wu family's nephew, she looked angrily at Tianjin Qiaotou, only to see that the crowd there was dispersing, and it seemed that the execution had been completed, but then Wu Zetian found that someone seemed to be collecting the corpses for Yan Zhiwei's family.

Wu Zetian's anger aroused by Wu Yizong's stupid behavior suddenly had a goal to vent, she pointed to the Tianjin bridgehead, and shouted in a deep voice: "Aren't all the old and young of the Yan family ambushed? Who is this who collects his body? Is there someone who sympathizes with the traitor, or is there still a remnant of the Yan family! ”

Zhang Yizhi hurriedly called a general of the forbidden army and ordered him to go to check, and then said to Wu Zetian with a smile: "Bixia is angry, Bixia is angry, don't be angry and hurt the dragon body, Yi Zhi has already been taken to see it, and he will know the details in a while." ”

Yang Fan rode the boat upstream, and when he arrived under the Tianjin Bridge, the execution had already ended. The bodies of the Yan family were thrown on the side of the bridge, waiting for Fang Zheng to bring someone to deal with it, the officials who executed had already left with their men, and the onlookers were also leaving one after another, Yang Fan abandoned the boat and landed on the shore, and saw the corpses of more than ten men, women and children of the Yan family.

He stood there, not saying a word. I don't know if he is used to seeing death on the battlefield, or if he has seen too many people slaughtered by the empress over the years, Yang Fan surprisingly did not feel a sense of sadness in his heart, let alone anger.

Yan Zhiwei himself may have deserved it, even if the punishment was harsh. But even if he didn't deserve to die, Yang Fan no longer felt angry, there were many people who were more innocent than the Yan family but their families were killed, either because of political disputes or because of wars, this kind of thing seems to be inevitable in any dynasty and at any time, but this kind of tragedy can be controlled.

In Yang Fan's heart, the idea of overthrowing the Wu clan became stronger and stronger. He now somewhat understood that Xue Huaiyi was going to burn down the "Heaven" with a fire, because he also wanted to burn a raging fire and burn Wu Zetian's throne!

Yang Fan stood silently for a long time, then ordered someone to go to the coffin shop to buy some coffins and come back, put up the corpses of the Yan family, and send them to the temple to park them first, waiting for the relatives of the Yan family to retrieve them for burial.

Yan Zhiwei may not be worthy of sympathy, but in the face of those young corpses, he can't hide his compassion. Before the person who went to buy the coffin returned, a sentry forbidden army quickly rushed over, and a team member shouted: "Who is the person who collected the body for the national thief?" ”

Yang Fan turned his head and glanced at him lightly, the team was stunned for a moment, and said in amazement: "Yang ...... Lang Jiang, Lang Zhong...... Oh no, Captain Yang! ”

This team is a member of the hundred horsemen, named Zhang Xitong, he had gone to the Western Regions with Yang Fan to spy on intelligence, or Yang Fan's light, so he was promoted, and now he suddenly saw the old boss in person, and he was a little embarrassed.

Zhang Xitong hesitated for a moment, stepped forward quickly, and said in a low voice: "Captain, Bixia saw someone in the city collecting the corpse for the Yan family, and she was quite angry, and ordered her to bring someone back to inquire." Lieutenant you...... Be careful! ”

Yang Fan nodded and said, "I'll go with you!" After finishing speaking, he dusted off his clothes and walked towards the palace, Zhang Xitong was stunned, and hurriedly followed, a team of forbidden troops with halberds and swords, as if he was his entourage. (To be continued......)

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