Dali Temple Prison, located near Jijiaqiao, and the Guozijian in the east, across the Qinghu River.

Compared with ordinary prisons, the cells in Dali Temple are obviously much cleaner and brighter, perhaps because in many cases the prisoners are prisoners.

In cell No. 3 A, Ding Daquan, dressed in white linen and plain clothes, stood under the torture rack, looking at the slightly swaying white silk in front of him, stunned.

The prisoner was Feng Mengde, the waiter of the Criminal Department, and coincidentally, he was also a jinshi in the second year of Jiaxi, the same year as Ding Daquan.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Feng Mengde's eyes were very complicated, and he sighed, "The official family is benevolent, replacing the noose with white silk and allowing self-hanging instead of hanging, which can be regarded as a great grace, Brother Ziwan, I don't know if there are any last words to explain?" ”

Ding Daquan turned his head, "Brother Chuxin, I heard that you are about to serve as the priest of the country, congratulations, I wish you a bright future." ”

"What's the joy of this, no matter what official position, isn't it all for the imperial court? Our generation of scholars must not be blinded by fame and fortune, and eventually make mistakes and regret it too late. ”

Feng Mengde heard the mockery in Ding Daquan's words, and his tone couldn't help but turn cold.

"Hehe, I made a mistake, this is true, my Ding Daquan had bad luck, voted for the wrong backer, and finally ended up with a black pot scapegoat, or the beginner brother has a good vision and good luck, and he can be loyal to the king... Oh no, it's King Yan now, I can be appreciated by King Yan, and it's just around the corner to worship the prime minister, hahahaha...... I just don't know if the Yan King can really have the last laugh, I must watch it well when I get below! ”

Ding Da's whole body is distorted, and under the reflection of the torches, he really looks like a blue-faced ghost.

"You! It's hopeless! Feng Mengde brushed his sleeves and walked towards the prison door, "Give you half an hour to think about what you have to explain to your family!" ”

After only Ding Daquan was left in prison, he was bored, and when he calmed down, he fell into nonsense.

What went wrong?

Back then, in Ningde, when I made a wish to the hundred-zhang dragon, the dragon king obviously showed supernatural powers, and promised me to be noble, and I have always been fine, why is it not spiritual!?

My own life shouldn't be like this, I should have ascended to the position of ruler and commanded the ministers, why did it end hastily like this?

He had already imagined that after getting King Zhong down, he would find an opportunity to remove the woman-like Dong Huai, and in less than a year, he would be able to reach the peak of the people.

Perhaps, the Baizhang Dragon is really spiritual, but unfortunately he met Zhao Mengqi who came against the sky.

When the final hour came, Ding Daquan trembled and put his head into the white silk, and ruthlessly kicked open the wooden bench, and it was too late to end his life for the trouble.

When Feng Mengde heard the movement and rushed over, he only saw Ding Daquan kicking his legs and hanging on the torture rack.

"Hey, let his children and grandchildren come in and restrain him."

Seeing with his own eyes that he tried the law in the same year, Feng Mengde couldn't help but feel a sense of kin.

……

Out of the East Green Gate, there is a moat, called the vegetable market, the bridge outside the city gate, it is called the vegetable market, after the bridge, it is naturally the vegetable market.

On weekdays, there is a lot of people here, but usually by noon, there must be no people, but today it is crowded.

I saw that in the middle of the sea of people, a large wooden platform was erected high, and this was the place where the prisoners were executed today.

At the edge of the court, there was a row of tables, and several supervisors sat in the back, looking at the shadows on the sundial from time to time, calculating the time, and at the same time waiting for the last of the three repetitions.

More than 30 prisoners knelt in several rows on the stage, and Dong Songchen and Lu Yunsheng were fortunate to occupy the first row.

Dong Songchen was puzzled, he was so good, how did he come to this end.

It is said that he is the number one celebrity around the official family, as long as he serves the official family happily, there will be no shortage of glory and wealth, and he is still a rootless person, he doesn't need to seek for his children and grandchildren, why do he have to be right with the crown prince?

Maybe it's because the illusion of one person below ten thousand people makes him swell and become fluttering.

Maybe it's because when the foolish crown prince saw him before, he was restrained with a faint respect, but since the day the dragon woke up, he didn't put him in his eyes at all, and even didn't shy away from scolding him for being a eunuch and a slave.

Whatever the reason, anyway, it's like a ghost who has lost his mind, and he falls deeper and deeper step by step, and finally he can't recover.

Lu Yunsheng next to Dong Songchen didn't have so many ideas about him, he was just sorry for the hundreds of thousands of dollars he had saved so hard over the years.

That's a pile of money in several rooms, but I was on an errand in the palace, and I didn't have time to spend a penny, which was really wronged.

On the sidelines of the court, the onlookers were full of excitement, as if they were about to watch some wonderful drama.

"The imperial court hasn't killed a head for many years, but I didn't expect it to kill so many today."

"Hey, God has the virtue of a good life, and killing so many may cause ominous disasters."

"Phew... The virtue of a good life, these pestilence-stricken pickled chaos, don't do anything, and die innocently! ”

"That is, not only did the thief have the audacity to frame the prince, but his mother also used our Pingtou people as rafts and poisoned thousands of people, if it weren't for His Royal Highness King Yan's wisdom and martial arts, breaking their treacherous plot and saving people, then I don't know how many people would be mourned."

"If you want to say the worst, it has to be the demon monk of that state, I don't know how many lives have been killed in secret, how many women have been raped, and it should be cut with a thousand knives!"

"I heard that many people who have been to Bao'en Temple to ask for a child, can't tell who the child is, they have to be beaten to death and drowned, thanks to King Yan let the government persuade him, and took away all the people who don't want to raise, saying that he wants to build an orphanage to raise."

"King Yan is really kind-hearted, but he can stop others from killing children, but he can't stop those defiled women from looking for a short eye."

"Hey, didn't King Yan let Lin'an Mansion send a notice, saying that it was not a loss of honor if he was killed by a gangster, and he also said that if someone was caught chewing the root of the victim's tongue, he would be arrested and sent to serve hard labor, so why can't any woman think about it?"

"After this notice was issued, it was also useful, and there were many fewer people looking for short-sightedness, but there were still a few brainless ones, and some of them were forced by their husbands, and I only knew six or seven."

"Tsk, this is really in vain King Yan's hard work, I heard that for this notice, King Yan didn't bother with the courtiers, and even stumbled a few words with the officials."

"Yes, those sour Confucians said that King Yan was against morality and not in line with etiquette, but King Yan said that everything that the saint taught was for 'benevolence', no matter what kind of truth it was, it should be to let people live well, even if it is to kill people, it should be for the purpose of saving people."

"I think Yan Wang's words are reasonable, hehe, today I prepared a big bag of steamed buns, and I should send a big ... No, it's right for me to save a lot of people. ”

"Hey, can this human blood steamed bun really cure tuberculosis? Then I'll get a few ...... later."

While the people were talking, a fast horse rushed out of the Dongqing Gate and shouted, "Holy Order, allow execution!" ”

After hearing this, the supervisor looked at the sundial, the hour was just right, and at three o'clock in the afternoon, he grabbed a handful of red-headed tokens from the lottery holder and threw them out, "Chop!" ”

The six executioners all carried a huge ghost head knife with one hand, picked up a bowl of wine, drank half of it, left half of it in their mouths, and then smashed the wine bowl, held the knife in front of them with both hands, and a mouthful of wine mist sprayed violently, this is a sacrificial knife.

The executioner's apprentices over there had already grabbed the prisoners by the hair and stretched their necks.

The executioner stepped forward with his knife in hand, stabbed his horse, raised his sword, and slashed it fiercely.

The neck is broken, the head is divided, and the blood is like a fountain.

In less than a cup of tea, more than 30 human heads were stacked into a hill.

Unlike usual, this time the imperial court is not allowed to collect corpses, and the heads will be hung here for three days, thinking that people will be warned!