Early in the morning, Rong Qian's appetite was surprisingly good, and he happily finished a road banquet, although the duck stuffed his teeth, although the fat meat was a little greasy, and although the soju was obviously mixed with water, however, thinking that this was the last good meal he ate in this world, he was okay.

After eating the food on the road, he was tied up. Everyone knew that he was strong in martial arts, and tied him very tightly with wet cow tendons, and the blood vessels in his muscles burst out.

Because it was Ling Chi's punishment, when he was tied, he took off his clothes, wore only a pair of obscene pants, and tied them up. Rong Qian was so bored that he secretly rolled his eyes, although his figure was indeed very standard, and he would definitely not be worse than a bodybuilding champion, but when he was parading through the streets, he was really suspicious of the aesthetic taste of the ancients. Alas, alas, it was not flowers and fruits that were thrown up, but watermelon rinds and banana peels. People are full of fruits, and he is not far behind. But it was the peel of the fruit that was thrown, and it was the prisoner cart that was carried.

Standing on the prisoner car, circling the city three times in a very stylized manner, watching the people all over the city happily chasing after him, Rong Qian smiled faintly.

No matter at any time, killing is the most attractive show, let alone such an exciting drama as Ling Chi. Intense, bloody, and with a strong visual impact, the Hollywood blockbuster is nothing more than that, but it's no wonder that the people are so enthusiastic.

Rong Qian looked at the people who were happily pointing at him, smiled inexplicably, and he began to think very seriously about whether he should shout that he would be a good man in twenty years, or learn from someone, sing a good opera, and give the last audience an artistic enjoyment.

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At the head of Lingyue Tower, the highest place of the palace, Yan Rin's independent high-rise building is full of wind and sleeves, and he looks into the distance with his hands.

The imperial city is so big, no matter how high he stands, he can't see the scene at the entrance of the vegetable market, and he can only think about how embarrassing and ridiculous it will be for that person to be paraded through the streets and tied up to the court.

Thinking of that person's tragic condition, it should be possible to relieve the hatred, the anger that has accumulated in his heart for so many years can be dissolved, why, deep down, he really can't feel any joy, and the feeling of heaviness and depression makes him breathless.

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It was already three o'clock in the afternoon, and with the order signed by the executioner, all the people who crowded over became excited, looking at the boiling landscape around him, Rong Qian finally sighed softly. For so many years, he has been in charge of Yan State, although he does not dare to say that it will benefit the people, but at least he has not brought disaster to the country and the people, more or less, for the political stability, the stability of the country, the resistance to foreign aggression, and the governance of rivers and fields, there are some small achievements. Now to Ling Chi, the people who have been under his rule for so many years are so excited, it is really a bit unexpected.

The complexity of human nature, the unpredictability of human nature, and the strangeness of human nature have always made people feel incomprehensible. Even if I have participated in so many simulations, even if I have seen so many human conditions, many times, I still find it difficult to understand and accept.

With a soft sigh, the net was closed, and then, quickly taut, every muscle was strangled by the mesh. The executioner wore a red scarf in his hand and held a knife with horns, and raised the knife amid the deafening sound of the torture drum.

The first knife was in an inconsequential place, and there was a slight pain in the shoulder. Rong Qian couldn't bow his head, and he couldn't see the scene of the torture, but he knew that a piece of meat had been cut off.

This is the first knife, and there are 998 knives, and the execution will last for ten days, 100 knives a day, and then he will be taken back to the prison, and the ginseng decoction will be used to hang the breath to ensure that the person can live until the end of the punishment.

The human imagination is truly incomparable, and there can be such a complicated, so troublesome, such a waste of life, such a waste of energy, and a waste of time when destroying a life.

However, looking around, the red ribbons, the noisy gongs and drums, and the elated people are just like a temple fair, and singing a big opera is nothing more than that, it can provide such good entertainment for so many people, so that the people of the city will not lack talk about it in the next month, which can be regarded as a contribution.

Rong Qian smiled faintly, looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, and quietly prepared to endure the ninety-nine swords left today.

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"The torture has begun."

"He didn't scream, he didn't cry, he didn't look panicked."

"There was no begging for mercy, not even a noticeable change in expression."

"Just smiling faintly all the time, sometimes looking up at the sky."

"The people around the Dharma field were originally very excited and noisy, but he didn't move, like a wooden man, it didn't look like Ling Chi, and many people felt bored."

"The adults in the prison were shocked, and the executioners were trembling with their hands."

Yan Rin stood silently at the top of the building, and every half a pillar of incense, someone would fly over and report to him everything in the execution ground.

His eyes were still looking into the distance, and his face was gloomy, and he didn't say anything.

"The executioner ran down from the torture table. Screaming like crazy all the time, he's not human, he's not human. ”

"The prison officer changed to a executioner, and that man was notoriously bold and murderous, but this time, when he came to the stage, his legs were shaking."

"He didn't scream, he was tortured so quietly all the time, making people cut off with a knife, his limbs were broken, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere, but this silence continued, but every bystander felt afraid." The last agent who came to report the report also had a slight tremor in his voice.

He will never forget the calm and serene eyes of that person in his life, even with a shallow smile, and a faint sadness, his flesh and blood are cut a little bit, and his body bears the greatest pain between heaven and earth, but no one dares to face it with such a quiet and gentle gaze without the slightest hatred.

"The execution ground is now quieter than ever, everyone is silent, only the sound of the executioner, desperately gasping."

"It's starting to cry."

"Someone started to petition the prison beheader, begging to kill him and give him a good idea."

Yan Rin's face became more and more pale, to this point, everything is still under the control of that person, why is there such a person, why is there such a person, why is he still the center of everyone even if he is tied to the torture table, why is he still the center of everyone, why can he not care about himself, others can't bear it, why.

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"Xiaorong, your situation doesn't seem to be very good." The sound of words that sounded in the depths of his mind recalled Rong Qian's somewhat far-reaching thoughts.

"Light dust, why are you? Your simulation is over, have you returned to Xiaolou? ”

"yes, looks like your simulation is almost over."

"Yes, let's continue to play when we go back, and we must win you in the next PK."

"Being tied up and Ling Chi is still so excited, your nerves are really not ordinary." Fang Qingchen's tone was a little mocking.

Rong Qian frowned slightly, but he was just worried, "Qingchen, your mood doesn't seem right?" Since you started the simulation, four times in a row, you never seem to be in a better mood, are you sure that your own mentality, or attitude, is there no problem at all? I think maybe it would be better to have a professor tutor you? ”

"Xiaorong, I don't understand either, I have been betrayed repeatedly, I have been hurt, I have been humiliated and abandoned repeatedly, all your dedication and all your efforts have been trampled on, why, you can always laugh so happily, you always don't understand hatred."

Rong Qian laughed softly: "Qingchen, why can't you be more tolerant and tolerant of others?" When you give, if you think about the return, then, once the return is not as you want, you will naturally suffer, but do you remember the satisfaction when you give? When you help others, feel happy, you are rewarded, everything I do, not to help others, but to satisfy myself, to make myself happy. What's more, as far as the simulation itself is concerned, we have been greatly rewarded for helping us write our thesis and helping us get our diploma. Why be resentful. The result of resentment is to make yourself depressed, unhappy, and in the end it is yourself who is hurt, so why not be kind to yourself? Light dust, why, not be nicer to others? ”

"It is precisely because I want to be better to myself that I can't be better to others, Xiaorong, not everyone can tolerate the world like you, not everyone can accept everything like you. Your topic is the various lives of the ministers of the orphans, which determines that you are bound to go through many imitations. For the first time, King Jing was defeated like a mountain, and at the most difficult time, he handed over the infant child and a ruined world to you. You do your best to provide the best care for your children, defeat the enemy army, hold on to the old country, little by little, make a country in distress slowly rich and powerful, and the hardships and hardships are innumerable. However, when you worked hard for the country, the little emperor was instigated by his courtiers to be suspicious of you, you were fighting on the front line, but he was desperately restraining in the rear, trying his best to empty you, first to seize your military power, put you in the capital high-ranking officials and raise you, and later, found a reason to cut your title, and later, you went to the people to farm, every move, was firmly monitored by the magistrates, and others didn't even dare to say a word to you, so that you died lonely. ”

Rong Qian said disapprehantly: "It was I who only paid attention to the development of the country and concentrated on military affairs, and did not notice that I was close to the little emperor, a child, and faced with a person who could not meet twice a year, but who held more power than him, of course he would be afraid of suspicion." “

"Yes, you don't get angry, compared to others, this little emperor is not too much for you." Fang Qingchen sneered, "The second time, King Yan died young, and he was lonely in front of the bed." In addition to your work on state affairs, you also have to squeeze out time to play with your children, and you spoil him like a treasure in your hand. However, after you found that he was growing up, becoming obscene and willful, and liked to recruit people's daughters, build palaces, and labor the people, you began to teach him a lesson, and forced him to make an edict against himself, and he secretly hated you, and could not shake your too lofty position in the court, so he poisoned you with poison, and after you died. He took control of the power of the country for three years, and then he exhumed you and whipped your corpse, and slaughtered your relatives and friends. ”

Rong Qian sighed softly: "This is because I didn't educate him well." Since he was a child, he has been held up to the highest position by me, protected in the palm of his hand, and everything is at his disposal, but after he did something wrong, he suddenly blamed him with a straight face and punished him. Over the years, I only knew how to love him, but I never seriously taught him what should be done and what should not be done, which led to all this. ”

Fang Qingchen said coldly: "So, the third time the king died, you still helped the young master, you didn't dare to snub him too much, and you didn't dare to get too close to him." You pay attention to ask the great Confucian ministers to teach him that he is in the court, bear all the pressure, plan painstakingly, punish corrupt officials for him, remove powerful ministers, clean up bad government, and would rather make enemies all over the world, but also give him a peaceful court, and when he is 16 years old, you will immediately hand over the power and resign, and you will be determined to finish the whole thing. But I didn't expect that not long after you left the court, you were greedy for ink, got power, formed a party, and waited for the ugly state of hundreds of officials to relapse, and from officialdom to Shilin, everyone's hatred for you burst out. The little emperor you have painstakingly cultivated, because he rarely approaches you, has no feelings for you, and has never seen this kind of battle, was petitioned and coerced by hundreds of officials, and immediately threw you out, calmed the anger of the world, and wanted to collect the hearts of hundreds of officials. In the second year of your retirement to Linquan, your home was raided, and your family was exiled. ”

"I was still at fault, I thought it would be enough to give that kid the best teacher, I thought it would be nice if I had arranged everything for him myself. But he forgot that his life should be faced by himself, his ups and downs should be borne by himself, and countless things learned from books are still useless if there is no practical experience. Life is too smooth, I have never experienced difficulties and setbacks, I have never faced tests, and no matter how much I have learned, it is just a dead thing in a book. After I left, he, a sixteen-year-old child, faced with the persecution of hundreds of officials in the imperial court and countless petitions, naturally panicked and frightened, and there was no one around him who could be trusted and discussed. In this case, it is nothing to give up an old minister with whom he is not familiar and has no feelings. Rong Qian sighed softly, "It's just that after that submission, the power of the Son of Heaven disappeared in the eyes of the courtiers, which made the country gradually weaken, and my relatives and friends in that life were also affected by me, which really made me very uneasy." ”

Fang Qingchen sneered: "So in this life, you would rather be a wicked person." Although you didn't explicitly want to be a powerful minister or a traitor or disrespectful to the little emperor in public, intentionally or unintentionally, you always made the little emperor feel your pressure and felt that you didn't take him seriously. Feeling threatened to the throne. You let him grow up in adversity, you let him learn all the knowledge of governing the country and the world, you let him secretly make friends with the world's talents, in fact, without your acquiescence, where can he hide from your ears and eyes, and how can he meet so many talented people without coincidence. In order to establish his unfathomable power among the courtiers, you did not hesitate to sacrifice yourself to let him control the overall situation in the blink of an eye after a coup d'état, so that the courtiers respected and feared him. In order to allow him to successfully win the hearts of the people, in the past two years, you have deliberately pretended to be confused, rash of government affairs, and poor and extravagant, and perverse, so that the hearts of the people will turn their backs on you, and it is natural that you will be sincerely loyal to the young emperor. You have put so much effort into the hope that after you are killed, he will be able to support a country on his own, and he will not be bullied by other countries or humiliated by his courtiers. You even accepted the lessons of the previous life, lest because you have burdened others, not only has the identity you chosen in this life have no father, no mother and no relatives, but even the people around you have been let go early, and you have borrowed the cronies in other people's houses. For so many years, you have worked hard for this country and for that little emperor, but there is no one to share, no one to confide in, and no one to accompany you. You can only be alone, silently alone, and then die alone. Even the last maid who wanted to accompany you was thrown away by you, for fear that she would entangle her again and get into trouble, you had to deliberately make her seriously injured, and before you died, she could only lie on the bed and couldn't move. It's just that you can't imagine that the death penalty waiting for you is Ling Chi, and it is such a long torture. ”

Fang Qingchen's tone was full of ridicule and coldness.

Rong Qian didn't hear it, but frowned slightly: "Yes, I don't understand, why does he have to take me to the end." I don't respect him very much, and it's natural for him to hate me, but it's not so bad that I want to be late, even if I really offended him when I wasn't paying attention, he hated me to the extreme in his heart, and it shouldn't be so insignificant. I watched him learn slowly, slowly work hard to become stronger, he obviously knows how to forbear, very good at using scheming, why would he do such an unwise thing. At this time, the situation has just stabilized, and the most important thing he should do is to calm the hearts of the people in the world, so that all the subjects have confidence in him, and know that he is a benevolent and trustworthy lord, rather than making people think that he is cruel and cruel, which will make the courtiers feel uneasy because they are too afraid, and it will also make the people who hold great power everywhere refuse to hand over their power easily, he is really too willful this time. ”

He was so worried about Zhong Zhong, but Fang Qingchen over there was so angry that he couldn't breathe: "You, you...... You monster...... You're completely hopeless......"

"Light Dust...... Qingchen ......" called several times, but there was no reply, it seems that Fang Qingchen unceremoniously broke off the connection between his thoughts.