On the wasteland, the crowd of black pressure gathered in a few circles, and they all came to see the beheading. Cheng Mu has only been in Xin'an for a year, but he wants to behead the most powerful local officials to show the public, such a shocking news, naturally attracted the people of the whole city, so even if it is early in the morning, people still drag their families out of the house, like a tide to rush here, for fear of missing this rare "spectacle".

Han Mansion stood not far away, quietly watching the crowds and whispers on the wasteland, tonight, it seemed peaceful and quiet, starlight bathed in the courtyard, sweeping away all the dark clouds that had been suppressed above its head for nine years.

Wang Jixun knelt in the middle of the crowd, babbling something in his mouth, and after scolding for a while, he suddenly kowtowed again, smashing out the dusty smoke.

"Paper Horse, Paper Horse is really back......"

He cried and laughed, completely unaware that he was tied up and kneeling in the middle of the crowd that he had once looked up to.

He's gone crazy, yes, and no one can afford to see the rumors he fabricated with his own hands turn into reality.

The executioner sharpened his knife on the side, the blade glowing blue and sparks flying. They were woken up from their sleep and hurried over, not expecting to carry out the most important execution of their lives.

"Bang, bang." The sound of sharpening knives came into the eardrums, and Jiang Xixi looked at Cheng Muyou, "My lord, really didn't report to Dali Temple, so you cut off his head directly?" ”

Cheng Muyou's face was calm, "If it is reported, I am afraid that there will be no chance to get rid of him." ”

Jiang Xi nodded heavily, "That's right, even if he has confessed his guilt, I'm afraid that in the end, the imperial court will only exile him with the army under various excuses, which will be too cheap for this brute." ”

The knife, at last, was sharpened, and the executioner had already begun to drink, and after three sips, the last sip was sprayed on the blade.

"My lord, the hour has come." Jiang Xixi reminded softly.

Cheng Muyou pulled out the fire signature order and shouted angrily at Wang Jixun: "Wang Jixun, you are guilty." ”

Wang Jixun watched the fire sign order smashed in front of him, with a bright yellow word "chop" on it, and then he woke up like a dream, he suddenly raised his head, and the curly hair like pig's bristles swayed from side to side, "I...... I am the younger brother of the current queen, my own brother, even if you are guilty, you can't kill me. ”

Cheng Muyou looked at him, and a pair of starry eyes slowly narrowed, "According to the laws of the Great Song Dynasty, the Son of Heaven broke the law and was guilty of the same crime as the common people, Wang Jixun, when death came, you still did not repent, and you could only use your blood to pay tribute to these undead who were mutilated by you." ”

He glanced to the side, Jiang Xixi stood up straight, and shouted two words like a bell, "Execution." ”

The people who were still in a lot of noise suddenly fell silent, and everyone's hearts were shaken by these two words, blood debts and blood repayment, grievances and snow, such a dramatic thing was being played out in front of their eyes, and everyone could feel the exciting power it bringed.

The executioner's knife had been raised to the highest point, and the moonlight flowed through the blade, scaring Wang Jixun who was lying on the ground so frightened that he couldn't make a sound, and a bright black puddle was printed on the ground, he urinated, this demon with countless blood on his hands, was so vulnerable in the face of death.

"Master Cheng, keep people under the knife."

In the distance, there was the sound of horses' hooves, and a man and a horse were galloping from not far away, and the sound passed through the mist in the dark night.

"My lord, it's the prison officer, and the court sent it down." Jiang Xi stared at the figure intently, and his voice froze.

"Why didn't I see it."

"What?"

Jiang Xixi suddenly came back to his senses, so he shouted at the executioner again, "Execution." ”

Wang Jixun turned his head, his vicious little eyes stared at the figure holding the knife above, the situation changed drastically, and his voice also came out, "The court has come to save me, my sister has come to save me, you dare to kill me, a few heads are not enough to pay it back." ”

The executioner looked left and right, not knowing who to listen to, and the hand holding the knife dangled in the air, but never let go.

"Master Cheng, please keep someone under the knife."

The warden had already reached the outside of the crowd, and he jumped off his horse, squeezed through the deliberately dense crowd, and walked inside.

Cheng Muyou didn't look at him, as if he was a small ant, he couldn't get into his eyes at all, he looked at the knife, the long knife that was slowly shining under the moon, and all the blood in his body was concentrated on the tip of the knife.

"Wang Jixun, make a decision."

It was as if he had shouted these words with all his strength.

"Help, help," Wang Jixun squirmed forward like a worm, leaning towards the figure who was squeezing in the crowd little by little.

The executioner's knife moved a few times, but it did not fall, and he had already seen the warden, and the man was holding a yellow scroll in his hand, yellow, the color of royalty, and only the Holy Decree could use this bright and noble color.

"Save Me ......"

Wang Jixun saw the prison officer walking out of the crowd and desperately moved towards him, but he suddenly felt a gust of wind on the back of his neck, and after the wind passed, an overwhelming warmth covered his eyes and lips.

The head with black curly hair rolled around the ground a few times, and finally stopped moving, its eyes still not closed, staring in horror at the warden standing aside and the bright yellow scroll of the holy decree in his hand.

Jiang Xixi's hand was still on the executioner's wrist, trembling with the shaking of his arm, and finally, the long knife could no longer stand such a large swing, and fell to the ground with a "bang", and the blood on the knife surface was splashed all over the feet.

Suddenly, there was a burst of cheers in the crowd, the first sound didn't know who made it, but it seemed to be contagious, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, all the people were cheering loudly, people didn't even know what they were calling, perhaps, it didn't matter what they were called, everyone just wanted to vent the joy that was full of overflowing in their hearts, and tell everyone around them.

On Lingyun Mountain not far away, a lonely figure stood alone on the top of the mountain, looking at the jubilant boiling scene on the wasteland, she smiled, the corners of her eyes were a little moist, but there were still no tears: Wang Jixun, what you owe him is finally paid back today.

The hem of her skirt was rustling in the mountain wind, and she jerked her head back and walked down the hill through the lonely grass.

***

"Just tonight, his people are not in Bianliang now, it's the best time."

"How is Cheng Dexuan preparing?"

"The medicine is all ready, and he will never find out. Brother-in-law, don't be soft-hearted, the opportunity is rare, and there will be no such shop in this village. I have also found someone to calculate, October 19 is a good day, and things will be successful. ”

"Okay."