In the eleventh year of Zhengding, many major events took place, but there is one thing that has to be mentioned, that is, the former high priest of the Sasanian religion, Sukhba, was executed. This was not seen in all dynasties, and the government and the opposition were shocked for a while.

The punishment is not inferior to the doctor, the courtesy is not inferior to the common people, and the punishment of the gods and religions is even more appalling.

On the second day of the first month of June, the Buddha statue of Yuanji Temple has a sad face, tears in his eyes, the golden body of the Buddha statue is soaked, and thousands of people in Tangzhou go to watch it. Some monks wiped it with a clean cotton cloth, and after a while the cloth was soaked again, and then changed to another cloth, and immediately it was soaked again, and so on for three days in a row.

The Sassanid religion believes that whenever there is a good or bad event in a country, there will be a foreshadowing of it. Beiyan was shocked and frightened, and whispered that this year's killing was too heavy, and the imperial court had to prohibit the people from watching, and the hundred officials knelt outside the Shenwu Gate to ask the Holy Lord to forgive Suheba.

Since April 15, the saint has never been in a trance like when the concubine ascended to heaven, grief-stricken, and governed as usual during the day, but stayed in the Zhongmiao Pagoda at night.

The day of the execution was on the fifth day of the sixth month, which was gloomy and rainy, and it was not a good day.

Xie Youyi sat on the execution table with Dalantai, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, Sukhba was brought to him on time.

Among the various cruel punishments handed down from the Great Zhou, the most inhumane was Ling Chi.

Lingchi, originally written as Lingchi, originally meant the gentle slope of the hills. There are clouds in ancient books, a three-foot shore, and virtual cars cannot be boarded. The mountain of a hundred people, let the car climb. How? Ling Chi also died. This means that the car can't pull up the three-foot-high steep hill, but the hundred-foot-high mountain has a gentle slope that can be pulled all the way to the top.

Later generations used Lingchi as the name of punishment, taking only its meaning of slowness, that is, to put people to death at a very slow pace.

And the intention to embody this slowness is to cut off the flesh of the human body one by one, until the flesh is almost completely cut, and then the head of the prisoner is cut off, so that the prisoner will die. The so-called thousands of knives refer to Ling Chi.

So far, only three people have been executed by Ling Chi, and Sukhba is the fourth.

On the execution ground, Sukhba looked up to the sky and shouted miserably, "Da Yan is dead, Da Yan is dead!" ”

The people present were horrified when they said this, and hurriedly gagged his mouth with a cloth, and Dalantai hurriedly threw the warrant, "Execution!" ”

Su Heba colluded with Concubine Xiao Xu and used acacia to lead Gu insects to kill the concubine, which is an unforgivable crime.

Emperor Wen of Yan established the system of three repetitions of the death penalty, that is, each death penalty case had to be repeated three times, and only through the three recitals could the decision be whether the criminal was finally sentenced to death. Regarding the execution of Su Heba, Emperor Yan Ming didn't even look at the twists and turns, and directly ordered, Ling Chi.

Yuan Ke sneered in the Qinzheng Palace, "How much pain Su Heba made me, I let him taste it too." ”

He was in pain every night, how could he let go of those who hurt Biluo?

Knowing that Xiao Biluo ascended to heaven, Xie Youyi couldn't believe it, and when he arrived at the palace, the white flag had risen at the palace gate.

The queen had been ill for a long time, and the Ministry of Rites had already prepared these things.

He thought of her in swaddling clothes, Yuxue's lovely baby.

At the age of four or five, he was shy and timid.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, she was clear and beautiful.

When I was in my twenties, the wind was blowing.

……

As soon as Xie You reacted, the criminal officer had already opened the knife.

The number of knives in Ling Chi was three thousand three hundred and fifty-seven knives, and every ten knives rested to give a drink.

On the first day, he cut three hundred and fifty-seven knives, each of which cut off flesh the size of a fingernail, starting from the chest.

As soon as the knife was moved, the blood flowed down an inch, and Sukhba screamed in pain, and there was no blood when he moved the knife again.

The screams were unbearable, and Dalantai simply ran outside the execution ground, leaving Xie Youyi alone to be imprisoned.

In the evening, Sukhba was escorted to the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, and the execution continued the next day. After only a few dozen cuts, Sukhba was already exhausted.

Xie You closed his eyes, and his heart was shocked.

Xiao Yue once ordered Yuan Heng to be cut with a thousand knives, and Yuan Ke once ordered him to be cut with a thousand knives, but he didn't expect that it was Su Heba who was cut by a thousand knives.

Su Heba brutalized the palace concubine and should be executed decently according to the criminal law, but he didn't expect Yuan Ke to be so angry that he really practiced this criminal law that has been rarely used since the Great Zhou.

Xie You stepped down from the stage together and said I will go to the Ming Sheng, Su Heba is dead, and he can be beheaded. Dalantai hurriedly grabbed him, "The Holy One is furious, and he has to breathe a sigh." If you can't let him breathe out, won't he sprinkle it on you? General Xie, don't go! The saint only wants to avenge the concubine now, and anyone who is implicated cannot be spared, you see Mrs. Helan, just sent Guanyin Water to Biluo Palace, she was deposed as a concubine, she is still the princess and concubine, the future master of the middle palace, and it is useless to even plead with Lord Helan. If you plead for a criminal again, will you not touch his scales? We can't protect ourselves, don't go! ”

Dalantai persuaded him hard, Xie You had to continue to sit on the stage, but he couldn't bear to look at it anymore.

On the third day, Ling Chi was finally counted, and Dalantai went back with Xie Youyi to resume his life.

Yuan Ke didn't raise his head and continued to look at the excerpt, only hummed.

Xie You glanced at it, and Yuan Ke's expression could no longer show grief, but the gray hair on his sideburns had increased a lot. Yuan Ke is only thirty-three years old, not as old as him, and he has gray hair on his sideburns, Xie You sighed in his heart, and couldn't help but think of a sentence, life is bumpy, and they are all self-inflicted.

He arched his hand and said, "Holy Lord, the minister will return to Jingzhou." ”

Yuan Ke hummed again.

Out of the palace gate, the chief of Dalan breathed a sigh of relief, "General Xie, since Concubine Yuan was seriously ill in January, I was frightened!" I knew that her life was short, but I didn't cure her, the Holy Lord must be angry, I was worried every day, helpless, I didn't expect Su Heba to be so bold that he would dare to kill the concubine......"

He chattered all the way, Xie You listened absentmindedly, and walked to the street to separate from him, "High priest, see you on the winter solstice." ”

Su Heba whispered, "The Holy Lord is now obsessed with the art of suppression, the theory of good ghosts and gods, and his temperament is becoming more and more eccentric, I don't dare to stay in the capital often, I have to find an opportunity to avoid the limelight...... If I go to Jingzhou, you will have to take me in......"

Xie You nodded and said, "That's nature." ”

Walking to Yunmengze, Xie Youyi grabbed the reins of the horse and looked out, the vast and vast wilderness was boundless, deserted, the river was bent like a jade belt, and countless peaks in the distance were intertwined.

He had died here for nine lifetimes, and walked alone in the cold wind and sorrow, when the flying tents were broken, the weeds withered, and the cold air was as cold as a frosty winter morning, and even the birds would not fall, and the detached beasts would rush by.

He marched thousands of miles, led the soldiers of the Southern Dynasty to the frontier, galloped out year after year, toiled through the wilderness in the morning, and waded through the frozen rivers at night. The earth is far away, and I don't know when I will be able to go home. Their lives are pinned on between swords and guns, to whom do they confide in their depressed feelings?

Since the division of the Great Zhou, wars have been frequent on the border of the four sides. In ancient times, it was said that the foreign Yi Zhongxia was not the enemy of the emperor's army, and later no longer preached the education of etiquette and music, and the generals used strange soldiers and tricks, and the strange soldiers did not conform to benevolence and morality, and the royal road was considered pedantic and unrealistic, and no one practiced it.

He remembered that it was the time of extreme winter, the air was condensed, the heavens and the earth were closed, and the snow was sunken to the calves and the ice was freezing his beard on the cold shore of the Han Sea. The fierce birds hid in their nests to rest, and the warlike horses lingered. There was no heating in the cotton clothes, and the people were so cold that their fingers fell off and their skin cracked.

At this bitter cold time, they still have to fight against Beiyan. Beiyan relied on the cold winter to kill and slaughter the soldiers, intercepted military supplies halfway, and broke the ranks of soldiers. The lieutenant had just surrendered, and the general was killed in battle. The corpses were frozen along the Dingjiang River, and the blood was flowing all over the wilderness of Yunmengze, no matter whether it was noble or lowly, it was also a dry bone.

The drums were faint, the warriors were exhausted, the arrows had been shot and the bowstrings were broken. The blades intersected in hand-to-hand combat, the swords were broken, and the two armies approached, and they fought to the death.

Surrender? Will be reduced to an alien race for life, fighting? The bones will be exposed to the sand!

The birds are silent, the mountains are silent, the long night is sad, the wind is sorrowful, the ghosts are condensed, the sky is dark, and the ghosts and gods gather and the clouds are thick. The light of the day shone bleakly on the short grass, and the moonlight shrouded the hoarfrost bitterly.

Emperor Gao sent Wei Bi to lead the soldiers, broke the invasion of the Northern Yan, opened up the territory for thousands of miles, and fought against the Northern Yan year after year, pouring the strength of the whole country, but the people were poor and the national strength was weakened.

This piece of Yunmengze is the battlefield where Beiyan and Nanzhao clashed, and the blood dyed the thousands of miles of wilderness red, and the bones of the fallen soldiers were all over the field, pillowing each other, which was really worth the loss.

A soldier from the Southern Dynasties, who has no parents? Since childhood, they have been pulling and loving, holding their backs, lest they die young. Who doesn't have brothers who are like siblings? Who doesn't have a wife who misses every day? What favor did they live for? What sin did he commit to be killed?

Their lives and deaths are unknown to their families, and even if they hear a summons, they are suspicious. Sorrowful and depressed all day, and dreaming at night. I had no choice but to display sacrifices, drink and mourn, and weep bitterly. Heaven and earth are sorrowful, and the grass and trees are sad. Such an unexplained offering could not be perceived by the spirits of the deceased in heaven, and their spirits had no place to return. Moreover, after the war, there will inevitably be a famine, and the people will inevitably be displaced.

Is the endless war caused by the times or fate? Or has it been since ancient times.

How can there be no more wars?

Xie You closed his eyes and looked up to the sky, and his heart was at a loss.

He didn't know that Emperor Xiao Zhengzhi of Yanping looked at this vast cloud Mengze, and he also asked such a question.

It's just that Xiao Zhengzhi thought about the answer.

War unites civilizations, and violence is the only means.

It is quite cold to stay in the wilderness at night, the sky and the earth are empty, and the moon seems to be extraordinarily round. He got up and walked to no one's place, and played a few notes, the tune was completed, but it was a remembrance of the old man, and the originally elegant and distant song only made people feel sad and unpressable.

Unexpectedly, he stood under this moonlight, and he was already in a foreign country.

Back then, he also told Biluo that if she had the opportunity to go to the border, she would be able to play such a tune.

Counting that they are all branches and leaves of the Southern Dynasty, I didn't expect that they couldn't help themselves, and they were all wandering in a foreign land.

God, when in this world will there be no more wars, no more wives and no more separations?