The miserable autumn rain fell naturally, and the green trees on both sides of the streets and alleys of Kyoto had not had time to dye their leaves yellow, and they had to helplessly throw off a few fallen leaves, in order to prove the coldness of the autumn rain and the strength of the autumn wind. The rain slowly moistened the earth, but it made the Li people who worked hard in the market tired of it, because the autumn rain was cold and they didn't like the chill they felt in their bodies.

The vermilion palace walls were unconscious, unaware of warmth and coldness, but silently and indifferently greeted the washing of these rains. The rain drenched the majestic imperial city, making the bright vermilion darker and darker, like blood marks about to condense.

The deep palace gate was slowly opened with a squeak, the newly repaired brass nails on the big wooden door were shining, and more than 100 officials came out with complicated expressions, and under the leadership of a guard of honor, they walked along the royal road to the depths of the square, lined up on both sides. These are the ministers of the Qingguo court, responsible for all the affairs and people's livelihood in this country, but in today's weather atmosphere, they can only be silent bystanders.

The little eunuch of the Yellow Gate whipped three times, and the hidden drum in the corner tower of the imperial city was beating, making a buzzing and trembling sound, hitting the hearts of everyone in the imperial city.

The court meeting has ended, and today's court meeting has only dealt with one thing, and that is to draw up the charges against Chen Pingping, the former president of the Supervision Yuan.

In the streets and alleys of the imperial city, many people from Qingguo gradually came. These people wore different colors of lichens and ornaments, with different smells of high and low. Summoned by the sound of drums from the palace, he slowly walked towards the square in front of the palace. The crowd gathered more and more, and gradually gathered in the entire large square, densely packed, like ants.

From the dawn of the morning, the Kyoto Prefecture and the yamen at all levels began to beat gongs and drums everywhere, and posted notices to all the people of Kyoto. What will happen today.

As long as the tip of the knife does not fall on their bodies, these people always have an interest in watching the excitement, especially everyone knows that the official who will be sentenced to death by His Majesty today is Chen Pingping, the president of the Supervision Yuan who has been mysterious, and the interest of all the people is even stronger.

The reputation of the Supervision Yuan in the officialdom of the Qing people is too loud. The image was too eerie and terrifying, and the old dean in a wheelchair, few people had really seen it with their own eyes, and all of them gathered around the square, they wanted to see if this big man was really as the legend said, with three heads and six arms, covered in black mist, like a devil.

Especially the devil who knows this Inspectorate. His Majesty the Emperor, who was not angry with His Majesty, and was mad and assassinated in the palace His Majesty the Emperor of the Daqing Dynasty and the benevolence of all the people, a heartfelt anger arose in the hearts of all the people. They will watch as this scoundrel is burned into a cloud of black smoke in the light of imperial power.

The Supervision Yuan has been known for its mystery and gloom for decades, although it has always been aimed at the Qingguo officialdom, but it has offended Wenchen by acting ruthlessly and using terrible methods. It is to offend the world's scholars. It also offended the speech of the world, so the reputation of the Supervision Yuan among the people has always been extremely poor.

In folklore. The Supervision Yuan is a gloomy yamen that eats people and does not spit out bones, and is best at torture to extract confessions, and kills people like hemp. Perhaps the Supervision Yuan really has many shady methods, but how much can the people in Kyoto, Qingguo, and the world know about it?

Although in recent years, a dazzling little Fan has appeared in the Supervision Yuan, which has slightly diluted the dark atmosphere of the Supervision Yuan, but the time he has presided over the affairs of the Supervision Yuan is still short after all, and it is not enough to change the impression of the Supervision Yuan that has been ingrained in the people.

Fan Xian, after all, there are not many things that can be changed, and the worship and admiration of the people and scholars of the Qing people for Fan Xian is more concentrated in his personal image standing in the clouds, but there is not much change in the Supervision Yuan. For the people of Kyoto, there may be more people in the Supervision Yuan, but there is still no good feeling for the square and gloomy building, but there is a kind of fear subconsciously, and the continuation of the fear is anger for no reason?

The legendary incomparably terrifying and terrifying dark leader Chen Pingping was about to die in front of him, and all the people of Kyoto felt a faint sense of excitement. Maybe this is just a natural emotion of being a common person, and it may be a good leisure activity to have the opportunity to see a big man who originally only existed in legends die tragically in front of him, and to have more drunken talk for his boring life in the future?

Just like a few years ago, when the Chunfu case occurred, at the mouth of the salt market, the heads of those officials of the Ministry of Rites were cut off, and their bones were rolling on the court of the court, and they were almost taken away by wild dogs.

Another example is the Kyoto rebellion three years ago, also in Yanshikou, I don't know how many generals who participated in the rebellion were beheaded here, and the blood smeared half of the long street, and a few days later it still oozes the smell of blood in the sky. and Zhang Deqing, the commander of the Thirteen City Gate Division, when he was executed by Ling Chi, he screamed so miserable.

In the past three years, Zhang Deqing's death has enriched the lives of the people of Kyoto in the company of many spittle stars. However, these major events that have happened in Kyoto in recent years are of course not as good as today, because it is the president of the Supervisory Yuan who died today, and it is the old black dog known to the world that His Majesty is most loyal, but this black dog is actually crazy and is going to be slaughtered, haha!

Moreover, the place of execution today is not Yanshikou, nor is it the killing ground in front of the Criminal Department, but in front of the Imperial Palace, on the square! Since the founding of the Qing Dynasty, the official who has been executed in front of the Imperial Palace is probably the only one today, and the people are excited to think of this, and they can't help but become angry in their hearts again, that senior official named Chen Pingping does not know what a great rebellious thing he has done, and he will die in such a place.

It's not that no one thinks of that little Fan because of the Supervision Yuan. But all the people in the place of punishment subconsciously forgot about this, and they never thought that there was any connection between Lord Xiao Fan and the old black dog. They're just ordinary people. They don't know about the entanglements between the characters who rule this land, and even some clever people will probably only think in the other direction, His Majesty has just handed over the Supervision Yuan to Lord Xiao Fan, and he is going to kill the former dean, probably to cleanse Lord Xiao Fan of the resistance and sins in the past Supervision Yuan?

Countless people poured into the square in front of the hall, nervous and indifferent. Excitement, sadness for no reason, wrapped in countless complex emotions, surrounded by the small law field, surrounded by the soldiers of the forbidden army and the officials of Kyoto Prefecture who were responsible for maintaining order. Forcibly blocking these tens of millions of people outside the border ensured the silence of the Dharma field.

You can't blame these people of Qingguo, because they are used to it, they are used to knowing what they can know, giving up what they can't know, enjoying what they can enjoy, and being angry at what they are allowed to be angry. Your Majesty wants to kill a minister, whether the minister really deserves it or not. However, they have been educated that the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers naturally have the reason to die, and their sins deserve to die......

The dense crowd is like a sea. On the flat square in front of the majestic imperial city, the places near the palace gate are vacant, and an extremely simple wooden platform is erected, which is the so-called Dharma field. Surrounded by the vast sea of people and the majestic imperial city, this method field looked like a pitiful lonely boat. It seems that it could sink in the sea of people at any time. It is possible that at any time, it will crash into the imperial city, a huge rock that has not been shaken for thousands of years, and shatter your bones.

Follow the clearing below the Imperial City. A column of teams walked over silently and solemnly, and walked past the two sides of the royal road, and more than 100 Qingguo officials who subconsciously lowered their heads and remained silent, came to the bottom of the small wooden platform under the curious and nervous eyes of the people of Kyoto not far away.

A stretcher was carried out of the prisoner's car, and on the stretcher lay an old man, who was unconscious and did not know whether he was alive or dead. He Zongwei glanced up at the head of the Imperial City, the corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and with a slight wave of his hand, the stretcher was carried to the wooden platform.

Finally seeing the official who was about to be sentenced to death today, and seeing this legendary dark old thief, the people of Kyoto at the forefront sighed with satisfaction, and immediately became silent, they looked at the old man who was not moving, and thought in their hearts, is this person dead?

Three eunuchs came out of the gate of the imperial city in the black hole, the little eunuch on the left hand hand on the case was the crime drawn up by the court today, and the little eunuch on the right hand held the incense case high, in the case was His Majesty's will to execute Chen Pingping.

The eunuch with an indifferent face in the middle was Gonggong Yao, and he did not have his hands empty, but held a small bottle.

Everything was ready on the wooden platform, and Chen Pingping's thin body, which seemed to have no breath, was placed on the rain-soaked wooden plank. Father-in-law Yao walked up to him and squatted down, fed him a pill with the help of the imperial doctor, and carefully fed the soup from the bottle into the old man's withered lips.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Pingping woke up from a coma, he lost too much blood, and his life was about to be extinguished, his face was very pale, and his eyes were cloudy. He looked at Eunuch Yao beside him, his dry lips opened slightly, and he said slowly in a sand voice: "Millennial old ginseng...... Wasted. ”

Grandpa Yao's body trembled, but he didn't dare to say anything, and he didn't do anything, but glanced at the old man with a crying smile, and retreated to the side of the wooden platform.

At the moment when Chen Pingping opened her cloudy eyes, Yan Bingyun's body, who was standing behind He Daxue on the left side of the court, also trembled, but he immediately calmed down and lowered his head a little weakly. Before, he just glanced at it, and he knew how tightly guarded the Dharma field here was, not to mention the dense forbidden troops around him, not to mention the masters of the inner court scattered around, but those masters who wore sackcloth and hats, which had already let Yan Bingyun know that no one could change all this today.

Last night in the prison of the Supervision Yuan, there were four masters wearing hats, which made Yan Bingyun and He Zongwei feel a little weird, but they all knew where these sudden masters came from, but when the autumn rain fell and the light was faint, Yan Bingyun found that under the hats, these masters had no hair.

It seems that it is the ascetic monks scattered in the world of Qingmiao, but it is just ...... The Great Sacrifice of Qingmiaodi was made shortly after the return of the preaching in southern Xinjiang. He died mysteriously in the Qing Temple, and the two sacrifices to the three stone masters were devoted to the Junshan Society. In the end, he died tragically in the rain of arrows outside Kyoto, and was killed by Her Royal Highness the eldest princess.

His Majesty the Emperor has always been disdainful of the ascetics of Tianyi and Qingmiao, and the royal family has never had much contact with Qingmiao, why did these ascetics in the temple suddenly appear in Kyoto en masse today, in front of everyone, next to the Dharma field where Chen Pingping was about to die?

Yan Bingyun lowered his head and thought about it until today. Only then did he know that His Majesty had not only reached the pinnacle of the world in terms of imperial power and strength, but even Qingmiao had become a sharp weapon in his hands. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh faintly in his heart. Suddenly, there was a shout like a mountain, and he immediately raised his head in shock.

A wooden frame stood on the Dharma field, Chen Pingping's thin body was tied to it, the old man's clothes had been completely removed, revealing his pale body, his chest and abdomen down because of years of disability, he looked extremely thin, in the cold autumn rain. It looks particularly depressed and pitiful.

The rain struck the thin, lifeless body, and then slowly trickled down to dust.

The shout in the square before meant that the people of Kyoto who were watching the execution around finally saw the torture rack that had been erected. Seeing the traitor who was tied to the torture rack, he burst out like a mountain and shouted like a wave.

However, the shout quickly turned silent, and the first to be silent was the crowd closest to the Dharma Field, but whispering. The argument extends from the front end to the back. It didn't take long for the thunderous shock.

I don't know if there is a god in the sky who issued a command. All the people in the imperial city were silent at the same time, and they didn't know that the place where tens of millions of people gathered at the same time became as silent as death, and even those who seemed to be so silent that they could hear the sound of the straw rope and the wooden stake on the torture rack that tied Chen Pingping's body.

Not only these people were shocked, but also the forbidden army, including the officials who were incarcerating, the eunuchs in the palace, and a very small number of officials in the Supervision Yuan, all looked at the body of the old man on the torture rack with shocked faces. Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes were on the old man's thighs.

There is nothing there.

Chen Pingping, the old dean of the Supervision Yuan, whose name of darkness is spread all over the world...... It turned out to be a eunuch!

There was silence, thousands of eyes, countless emotions, or pity, or shamelessness, or horror, or disgust.

Yan Bingyun's body finally couldn't stop trembling, he lowered his head stiffly, his eyes were bloodshot, he didn't know the old dean's hidden disease, this secret, he just felt that those eyes were not only on the legs of the old man on the court, but also at himself, at all the officials of the Supervision Yuan, this is an indescribable humiliation.

He clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips dug deep into his palms, and he finally understood why the Ninety-Five Supreme in the Imperial City had to inflict the punishment of Ling Chi among everyone, and it turned out that the physical torture had to be combined with this mental humiliation.

His Majesty the Emperor wants to announce to the world that this big man who dares to betray himself is just a slave and a dog in my eyes, and I can humiliate him as much as I want, and he will trample the dignity of Chen Pingping and the dignity of the Supervision Yuan under his feet and under the eyes of all people.

Thinking about all this, Yan Bingyun's mind buzzed, he raised his head very strongly, and glanced at the old man on the court with a cloudy and weak gaze, he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, he saw in his afterglow, the faces of those court officials under the court field were also very shocked, probably they couldn't have imagined that the old dean of the Supervision Yuan, who he usually feared like his ancestors, was actually the eunuch he despised the most!

This is Chen Pingping's sad thing, this is Chen Pingping's secret, not many people knew his identity as a eunuch back then, most of them had already died, and later under the supreme grace of His Majesty the Emperor, under the strong suppression of the Supervision Yuan, no one knew this fact.

That's why these officials showed such a shocked look, but in addition to being shocked, a trace of disdain appeared on their faces, human emotions are always so strange, the previous court convicted and went out of the palace to watch the execution, the faces of these officials were still solemn, and they still maintained a bit of respect and fear for Chen Pingping, who was about to die. At this point, however, these emotions are gone.

Father-in-law Yao took the eunuch next to him and went to the ground to scroll the book. Forcibly endured not to look at the old man on the torture rack beside him, and began to read out the thirteen cardinal sins about Chen Pingping drawn up at the court meeting, at this time, the autumn rain hit the court, and Eunuch Yao's heart was also extremely cold, and an irrepressible sadness of the same kind began to rise in his heart, but he had to continue his work.

"One, on April 12 of the seventh year of Qingli, the traitor secretly handed the prostitution medicine into the palace. Filthy Court ......"

"Second, the traitor has repeatedly instigated, deceived with flattery, and lured the princes with profit, so that my father and son turned against each other. This is the great reversal ......"

"Three, the traitor organized a conspiracy to assassinate me in the six places of the Supervision Yuan in the Hanging Temple, and afterwards he ......was idle in Kyoto to assassinate Si Fan"

"Fourth, the traitors colluded with the rebellious Qin industry, took the crossbow from the inner treasury, and sniped the minister of the Qincha in the valley outside Kyoto......"

"Fifth, the traitor made the assassin palace enter the palace and stabbed the three princes ......"

The 13 cardinal sins were the crimes drawn up by the government yesterday. However, the first seven items were personally hooked by His Majesty's royal pen, and it was precisely because of the reading of Chen Pingping's charges at the court meeting that the ministers knew that the old dean Chen had actually done so many rebellious evil deeds. Even the two bachelors of Shuhu, who were ready to plead desperately before, couldn't help but look gloomy

The next six charges are drawn up by six ministries, but they are only some possession of land. Crimes such as bullying men and women are really too common compared with the previous seven major crimes. However, any of these thirteen cardinal sins is a dead end. Thirteen items added together......

With the voice of Yao's father-in-law who was forced out to read out the guilt. It sounded in front of the square of the palace, and in the autumn wind and rain, it drifted into the ears of all the spectators. The strange silence was immediately broken, and countless buzzing chatters and angry scolding resounded in the sea of people.

Originally, there may have been many people who just came to watch the execution with nervous and complicated emotions, but as these charges resounded in front of the palace, the eyes cast on Chen Pingping became indifferent, such a mad sinner, of course His Majesty would put him to death.

"Kill him!" someone in the crowd took the lead in shouting, and the crowd was suddenly excited, and the sound of shouting and killing resounded in the sky.

And Chen Pingping, who was on the court, just looked indifferent, the thousand-year-old ginseng soup woke him up, but he couldn't save his life, he seemed to have seen through everything, and there was only calm in his indifferent eyes. The autumn wind and autumn rain were sad and frozen, his face was pale, his lips were blue, but it seemed that he couldn't hear the deafening shouts of killing in front of him at all, he just turned his head with difficulty, as if he wanted to take one last look at the person at the head of the imperial city who had been victorious and victorious forever. As if sensing his intentions, the wooden frame turned slightly, giving his cloudy eyes a chance to see the imperial city.

High above the imperial city, His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo, wearing a black gold dragon robe, was standing alone under the eaves, standing in the middle of the place. There was no one beside him, the eunuchs and palace maids were all driven away from afar, and the third prince, who was forcibly tied up by the decree to watch the trip, was looking at his father's face from afar with a pale face at this time.

His Majesty the Emperor stood extremely high, extremely far away, and his body was extremely small, but in Chen Pingping's cloudy eyes, it was still so clear.

The lonely emperor looked indifferently at his old companion surrounded by the sea of people on the court, there was no trace of emotion in his eyes, but this indifference was more frightening and creepy than resentment.

Most of the steel balls in the body had been taken out last night, but the knife wound on the body was still bloody, and there was pain, and the blood was stained on the dragon robe with a black gold belt, and nothing could be seen. His Majesty's face was only slightly pale, and there was no taste of pain, but he looked at the miserable-looking old companion at his feet, and he had the desire to make him even more painful.

His Majesty the Emperor nodded lightly, and the third prince who was holding the palace wall with his hands about ten zhang away next to him turned pale, and subconsciously grasped the city wall, and after a long time, the third prince shouted to the bottom in a trembling voice: "Execution." ”

This shout actually forced Li Chengze, a cold and ruthless young man who was young to cry, because he knew why his father let him shout this. After the shouts from the imperial city, Eunuch Yao began to read out the last will, which was written by His Majesty himself last night.

"I have known you for decades, and I have entrusted you very much, but you are deeply burdened with my heart, and the pain is very painful, all kinds of crimes, the three divisions will be tried, Ling Chi will be executed, I will not hesitate, according to the law, the family members will be beheaded more than 16, and the children under the age of 15 will be enslaved. ”

The will was clearly spread throughout every inch of land in the palace, every rain, every wisp of autumn wind, indifferent but absolutely, His Majesty did not say anything about the crime, only said that my heart was negative, and I did not regret the pain, and finally extrajudicial mercy, not to sin the relatives of the thief, during which the pain made the heart palpitate and gloom.

Correct...... These hypocritical words fell on Chen Pingping's ears, he just smiled slightly, let the rain seep into his dry lips, lowered his head, and no longer looked at the emperor at the head of the city.

The fishing net was tightly covered on Chen Pingping's thin body, and it was extremely difficult to highlight the skin and flesh on the torso with the mesh, and a sharp special knife trembled and fell, slowly cutting off, separating the piece of meat from the old man's body.

This is the first sword, and there was a mountain of cheers from under the court!

The blade left the mesh, and a piece of flesh fell to the ground, which was immediately picked up by the officials of the Criminal Department. It was very strange that the wound in the mesh was a little whitish and dry, and there was not much blood coming out, as if the blood in the body of this thin traitor had been drained, and the essence blood had already been sacrificed for something.

The executioner with the knife is an old official of the criminal department, but although he has drunk two cans of spirits today, he still can't stop his hands from trembling, he feels that the thin old man under his knife today is different from the officials he has experienced, because there is no blood in the other party's body, the other party has no flesh, and the other party's body seems to have only a wisp of ghost, and he can't help but shiver when he is cold.

The second knife went down, the flesh and blood separated, and a faint few lines of blood flowed in the fishing net. There was another round of cheering. There are hundreds of tens of knives in the back?

Chen Pingping closed his eyes tightly, his face was pale, his lips were extremely closed, and his whole body trembled, as if he was enjoying the pain that was unbearable for human beings, he suddenly opened his eyes slowly, looked at the executioner in front of him and gasped and said, "Your technique...... Some...... Difference. ”

The executioner had never seen such a figure in his life, and he had already transcended the so-called hardness, and some were only indifferent, indifferent to life, to his own life and pain, perhaps there was something in this old man's body that had surpassed pain? His hand trembled again, and he almost landed his knife on the wooden platform that was wet with the autumn rain.

Another knife, another knife, another knife, bursts of applause came and went, but these cheers gradually became quieter, and finally fell silent, and all the officials and people who were watching the execution closed their mouths and looked at the old man who was tortured with extremely complicated emotions.

There was no howl, no sorrow, no begging for mercy, no begging for death, no scolding, the old man who was cut by a thousand knives in the autumn rain was just silent, death-like silence.

So all the people up and down the imperial city were also silent, involuntarily silent, deathly silent.