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 are unconscious, unaware of the warmth and cold, but silently and indifferently greet the washing of these rains. The rain drenched the majestic imperial city, making the bright vermilion sè deeper 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 of Qingguo gradually came, these people wore different clothes and ornaments, with different smells of nobility and cheapness, and were called by the drums of the palace, and 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 put up notices to inform all the people of Kyoto of what would 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 is going to be sentenced to death today is Chen Pingping, the president of the Supervision Yuan, who has always 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, and the image is too terrifying, and the old dean in a wheelchair, few people have really seen it with their own eyes, and all the people have gathered around the square, they want to see if this big man is really as the legend says, with three heads and six arms, covered in black mist, like a devil.

Especially knowing that the devil of this Supervision Yuan was not angry with His Majesty, and was mad and mad in the palace to assassinate His Majesty, the emperor of the Daqing Dynasty who was wise and martial, and who loved all the people, a heartfelt anger arose in the hearts of all the people, and they wanted to watch how this villain was burned into a cloud of black smoke under the light of imperial power.

The Supervision Yuan has been known for its mystery and yīn sen for decades, although it has always been aimed at the Qingguo officialdom, but it has acted ruthlessly and its methods are terrible, and offending Wenchen is offending the world's scholars and doctors, and it is also offending the world's speech, so the reputation of the Supervision Yuan among the people has always been extremely poor.

In folklore, the Supervision Yuan is a yīn forest yamen who eats people and does not spit out bones, and is best at torture into tricks, torture to extract confessions, and kill people like hemp. Perhaps the Supervision Yuan really has many shady means, 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 after all, the time he has presided over the affairs of the Supervision Yuan is still short, and it is not enough to change the impression of the Supervision Yuan that has been ingrained in the people.

After all, there are not many things that can be changed, and the worship and admiration of the people and scholars in 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 yīn forest 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 kind of love that naturally flows out of being a common person, and in this life to have the opportunity to see a big man who originally only existed in the legend die tragically in front of him, and to have more drunken talk for his future boring life, maybe it would have been a good leisure activity?

Just like a few years ago, when the heads of those officials of the Ministry of Rites were cut off at the mouth of the salt market, their bones were rolling in 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, the blood smeared half of the long street, and the smell of blood seeped into the sky after a few rì. 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's, because it is the president of the Supervision Yuan who died today, and he is the old black dog known to the world as the most loyal of His Majesty, 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 Xiao Fan because of the Supervision Yuan, but all the people watching the sentence have subconsciously forgotten this, and they never think that there is any connection between Xiao Fan and the old black dog. They are just some very ordinary people in the market, they don't know the entanglement between the characters who rule this land, even if there are some clever people, they 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 the resistance and sins in the past Supervision Yuan for Lord Xiao Fan?

Countless people poured into the square in front of the palace, nervous, indifferent, excited, and sad for no reason, in the midst of countless complicated feelings, the small Dharma field was enclosed, and the soldiers of the forbidden army around it and the officials of the Kyoto Prefecture who were responsible for maintaining order forcibly stopped these tens of millions of people outside the border, ensuring 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. His Majesty wants to kill a minister, no matter whether the minister really deserves it, but the king who has been educated wants the minister to die, and the minister naturally has the reason to die, and the crime should be ten thousand deaths, and ten thousand deaths will not be resigned...... The dense crowd is like a sea, rippling on the flat square in front of the majestic imperial city, and 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 sea of people and the majestic imperial city, this law field looks like a pitiful lonely boat, which seems to be able to sink in the sea of people at any time, and it may crash into the giant rock of the imperial city that cannot be shaken for thousands of years at any time, and shatter its bones.

Along the open space below the imperial city, a column of teams walked over silently and solemnly, and walked through the two sides of the imperial 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 executed today, and seeing this legendary dark old thief, the people of Kyoto at the front sighed with satisfaction, and immediately became silent, they looked at the immobile old man, and thought in their hearts, is this person dead?

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

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

On the wooden platform, Qiē was ready, 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 was, not to mention the dense forbidden troops around him, not to mention the inner court masters scattered around, but those masters who were wearing sackcloth and hats, which had already let Yan Bingyun know that no one could change 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 ...... Soon after the return of the preacher in southern Xinjiang, the great priest of Qingmiao died mysteriously in Qingmiao, and the second priest and the master of Sanshi devoted himself to the Junshan Society, and finally 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 the Heavenly Temple and the Qing Temple, and the royal family has never had much contact with the Qing Temple, 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 pondered, until now, he knew 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, and 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 below because of years of disability, he looked extremely thin, in the cold autumn rain, he looked particularly 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 them, finally saw the torture rack erected, and saw the heinous Jiān minister who was tied to the torture rack, and burst out like a mountain, and resounded like a wave.

However, this shout quickly turned into silence, and the first to be silent was the crowd closest to the Dharma Field, but the whispering and discussion extended from the front to the back, and it didn't take long for it to turn into a thunderous shocking discussion.

I don't know if there is an immortal in the sky who issued a command, all the people in the imperial city were silent at the same time, I don't know that the place where tens of thousands of people gathered at the same time became as silent as death, and even the people who seemed to be so silent that they could hear the rustling sound of the straw rope binding Chen Pingping's body on the torture rack rubbing against the wooden stake.

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 is silence, ten thousand pairs of eyes, countless feelings, 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, it turned out that the physical torture had to be matched with the humiliation of this jīng god.

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 this, Yan Bingyun's mind buzzed, raised his head unusually strongly, and glanced at the old man's cloudy and weak gaze on the law field, he didn't say anything, he didn't do anything, he saw in his afterglow, the faces of those court officials below the law field were also very shocked, probably they couldn't have imagined that the old dean of the Supervision Yuan, who was in awe of 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 died, and later under the supreme grace of the emperor's majesty, 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 feelings are always so strange, the previous court will convict and go out of the palace to watch the execution, the faces of these officials are still solemn, and they still maintain a bit of respect and fear for Chen Pingping, who is about to die, but at this time, these feelings are gone.

............ Father-in-law Yao took the scroll on the eunuch beside him, forcibly endured not to look at the old man on the torture rack beside him, and began to read out the thirteen deadly sins about Chen Pingping drawn up at the court meeting, at this time, the autumn rain hit the court, 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 yín medicine into the palace and defiled the palace ......"

"Second, the traitor has repeatedly instigated, deceived with flattery, and lured the princes with his interests, so that my father and son turned against each other, which is a great ......rebellion."

"Third, the traitor made the six places of the Supervision Yuan in the Hanging Temple to assassinate me, and afterwards assassinated the Emperor in Kyoto and ...... it."

"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 thirteen major crimes were the charges drawn up by the government yesterday, but the first seven were personally hooked by His Majesty, 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 had been preparing to plead desperately, couldn't help but stop their mouths gloomily.

The latter six crimes are formulated by six ministries, but they are only some crimes such as possession of land and property, bullying men and women, etc., which are really too ordinary compared with the previous seven major crimes. However, these thirteen major sins, no matter which one of them, are a dead end, and the thirteen are added together...... As the sound of Gonggong Yao reading out the charges was forced out by internal force, it sounded in front of the square of the palace, and in the autumn wind and autumn rain, it drifted into the ears of all the spectators, and the originally strange silence was immediately broken, and countless buzzing discussions and angry scolding sounded in the sea of people.

Originally, there may have been many people who just came to watch the punishment nervously and with complicated feelings, 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 wanted to 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 of the law, just had an indifferent face, the thousand-year-old ginseng soup woke him up, but he couldn't save his life, he seemed to have seen through it, 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 he didn't seem to hear the deafening shouts 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 always won and always won.

As if sensing his heart, the wooden frame turned slightly, giving his cloudy eyes a chance to see the imperial city.

On the high imperial city, His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo, wearing a black sè gold dragon robe, was standing alone under the eaves, standing in the very middle 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 line, 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, 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 a sea of people on the court, there was no trace of affection 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 there was still blood on the knife on the body, and there was pain, and the blood was stained on the dragon robe with the black sè gold belt, and nothing could be seen. His Majesty's face was only slightly pale, and there was no taste of pain, but when he looked at the miserable-looking old partner at his feet, there was a hope that made him even more painful.

His Majesty the Emperor nodded lightly, and the three princes who were holding the palace wall with their hands about ten zhang away beside him were pale, and subconsciously grasped the city wall, and after a long time, the three princes shouted to the bottom in a trembling voice: "Execution." ”

This shout actually forced Li Chengze, a young man who was cold and ruthless when he was a child, to cry, because he knew why his father let him shout this. After the shouts on 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 is 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, the pain was not regretted, and the end was extrajudicial and merciful, not guilty of the eunuch and the relatives of the thief, during which the pain made the heart palpitate and gloomy.

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 execution began.

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 strange that the wound in the mesh was a little whitish, some dry, and not much blood was shed, as if the blood in the body of this emaciated rebel had been drained, and the jīng blood had already been sacrificed for something.

The executioner holding 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 this 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 there seems to be only a wisp of ghost in the other party's body, 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 he was trembling all over, 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 tortured old man with an extremely complicated feeling.

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.