The newly appointed Shangshu of the Criminal Department was grateful to the new emperor.

Xu Jing is also very satisfied with this.

After returning to the palace in the evening, Xu Jing said to Zhao Xiyan: "This squire of the Criminal Department was originally won over by the prince of Xihe and has always supported him to succeed to the throne. As a result, it was me who won the victory, and the waiter of the criminal department was panicked and trembling these days, afraid that I would hold a grudge. Today in the court, he took the initiative to ask the people of the nine clans of the Murong clan and the Yingchuan Palace, just to show favor to me." qδ.net

"I am not guilty of the past, I promoted his official position and made him the secretary of the criminal department. He was so excited that he was about to cry, and he will be my loyal servant in the future."

"How? Am I amazing?"

Looking at Xu Jingyang's complacent like a cocked tail, Zhao Xiyan chuckled: "Yes, yes, my Chunsheng brother is very powerful."

Xu Jing grinned, less than a moment of pride, and sighed again: "It's a pity that Murong Shen hasn't been found yet, so I can't ask and kill them together."

A coolness flashed in Zhao Xiyan's eyes, and he said lightly, "He must still be hiding somewhere in the capital. The search for his whereabouts continued. Even if you can't find him, you won't allow him to abscond out of the capital."

Once he escaped from the capital, so many counties and counties in the thirteen states of the Great Jin Dynasty were like drops of water into the sea, and there was no way to find them.

Xu Jing's eyes were full of murder, and he snorted coldly: "The soldiers of the Iron Guard Battalion have returned to the barracks. I sent 3,000 elite soldiers from the Tiger Battalion to search for them every day. The city gates are strictly inspected, and Murong Shen can't escape."

Then, he said in a low voice: "The newly appointed Shangshu of the Criminal Department is conscientious, and when he returns to the Criminal Department, he will begin to interrogate and convict. In less than ten days, all the people in the prison will be dragged to the execution ground and beheaded!"

"On the day of the execution, do you think Murong Shen will show up quietly?"

"No, it won't." Zhao Xiyan raised his head and looked at Xu Jing: "With what I know about him, he will never show up."

Murong Shen didn't care about his family at all, he only had himself in his heart.

He would not risk his life for the sake of the Murong clan.

In fact, even if Murong Shen showed up, it was useless. Not to mention that he was seriously injured, even if he could run and move to lift a knife, one person would not be able to save so many clansmen.

"It's a pity that Ji Yunshu was also affected by him." Zhao Xiyan thought of the woman with a round face and an extraordinarily cute smile, and her heart was a little heavy: "There are also children who have just been born for more than a month, and they will also be beheaded."

Regret is regret, this is a doomed ending, and no one can change it.

Xu Jing hugged Zhao Xiyan into his arms: "On the day of the execution, do you want to go outside the execution ground to see the excitement?"

Zhao Xiyan was silent for a moment and said, "That day, Zhou Sui was Ling Chi, and I went to the execution ground. This time, all the old and weak women and children were killed, and I won't go."

Killing people is not a pleasant thing after all. Don't look at it.

Xu Jing nodded and said in a low voice, "Everyone in the Yingchuan Royal Mansion has to deal with it first. The queen wants to leave some dignity for the royal descendants, so she will not be executed in public, and will be disposed of in the prison of the Zongren Mansion."

"I'm going to go myself."

To sit on the dragon chair, it is not enough to be gentle and virtuous. It also takes iron-blooded means and a cold heart to deter the ministers and royal relatives.

Zhao Xiyan sighed softly, reached out and gently stroked Xu Jing's face: "If you don't want to go, don't go." Let Xu Shiyi and them go."

Xu Jing rubbed his face into her palm: "Don't worry, I can do it and do it well."

Three days later, Xu Jing sent poisoned wine to the prison of the Zongren Mansion and personally "sent" the father and son of the King of Yingchuan on the road.

The prince of Xihe, as the commander of the Zongren Mansion, was imprisoned with Xu Jing.

Xu Jing ordered in a deep voice, and dozens of soldiers around him each took the poisonous wine, each went to the prison, and poured the poisonous wine into the mouths of the people. The cries and begs for mercy soon turned into screams, and before a stick of incense was spoken, the cells fell silent.

Dead bodies in one place.

The sons and daughters of the prince of Yingchuan are no exception. The two children fell straight to the ground with dead faces.

King Yingchuan, who had been closing his eyes, trembled all over his body, crying silently, and muddy old tears hung all over his face.

Crazy and crazy

The prince of Yingchuan, his eyes widened in the dead silence, and at this moment before he died, he finally regained a moment of clarity.

"Xu Jing!" The prince of Yingchuan rushed to the edge of the cell, shook the iron chains vigorously, and his eyes shot out of hatred: "You destroy my whole door, kill my children, and I will not let you go as a ghost."

Xu Jing's eyebrows didn't move, and his eyes were like ice: "Xu Yi! For your own selfish desires, you colluded with Murong and rebels, and forced the palace to rebel."

"You killed the emperor, and more than 20 courtiers died because of you. The 30,000 guards of the Great Jin Dynasty almost all died in the palace change."

"Everyone in the Yingchuan Royal Mansion died because of you. It is not that I will destroy your door, but that you yourself will destroy your own door."

"Thou hast sinned so much that thou hast died a hundred times and a thousand times and you deserved it. What kind of face do you have to yell at me?"

"When you become a ghost and go to the underground of Yellow Spring, you will be haunted by countless unjust souls, and you will go to eighteen layers of hell to atone for your sins with endless suffering."

The prince of Xihe on the side gasped. Xu Jing not only wants to kill, but also to punish his heart. That's too ruthless!

He glanced at Xu Jing's cold side face, and a chill kept rising in his heart. Xu Jing led his troops to fight, killed countless people, and his heart was cold and hard. Where did he get the confidence to compete with Xu Jing for the throne before? He must have been dazed!

The prince of Yingchuan was scolded angrily, his lips trembled and he wanted to fight back, but Xu Jing had no patience to listen to it anymore.

Xu Jing waved his hand.

Xu Shiyi immediately stepped forward and opened the iron locks of the two cells, and the king of Yingchuan did not say a word, but took the initiative to reach out in a trembling manner, took the poisonous wine, and drank it all.

On the other side, two pro-soldiers dodged into the cell and reached out to twist the arm of the prince of Yingchuan. The other pinched his chin and forced the prince of Yingchuan to open his mouth and pour the poisoned wine into it.

The prince of Yingchuan struggled violently all over his body, used his mouth and tongue together, and spit out the poisonous wine. However, only a small half was spit out, and most of it was drawn into his throat and into his abdomen. The poisoned liquor is so poisonous that it attacks almost instantly.

Severe pain in the abdomen, sharp pain in the throat, and hot fishy fluid gushing out of the throat.

The prince of Yingchuan opened his eyes wide and lost his breath in his unwillingness.

Xu Jing stepped forward, looked down, and did not reach out to wipe the eyes of the prince of Yingchuan. Such people should not be blind to death, and they are not worthy of closing their eyes with peace of mind.

"Cousin," Xu Jing suddenly turned his head and shouted.

The prince of the king of Xihe was excited, and reflexively responded: "The minister is here."

It's good, I already have the consciousness of being a courtier.

Xu Jing looked at the prince of Xihe and said slowly, "Now there is no Zongzheng in the Zongren Mansion, and you, the sect order, are in charge of the Zongren Mansion for the time being. The corpses in the prison will be buried at your disposal."

The prince of the West River lowered his head in his bright and sharp gaze, and gave his hand to the order: "The minister will definitely handle this matter."