Yuan Jia was wearing an old prison uniform, with five flowers tied to his body with thick hemp rope, like a newborn baby, as if he was afraid that he would writhe and move.

The previous owner of this uniform was a prisoner on death row in Dali Temple, who committed homicide and had just been beheaded for public display. The prison uniform was stained with red blood, darker than its own color.

Yuanjia knelt here all morning, watching the people gradually gather over, she had a chew in her mouth, and the sound she made could only be the voice of Ulu Ulu.

From early morning to mid-day, there was nothing that could not be guarded, except that the sunlight was a little dazzling. Ordinary people gathered around, pointing fingers, and arranging stories that were not true. Yuan Jia whimpered for a while, but no one could hear her.

At a quarter of noon, two officers and soldiers pressed Yuan Jie and pressed to Yuan Jia's side.

She glanced at Yuan Jia in surprise, thin, white, like a walking skeleton. On the other hand, I am dark, fat, and the skin on my face is rough. Like a middle-aged woman who walks in the fields every day, and like Mother Zhao who used to serve in their house.

When Yuan Jie saw Yuan Jia, she called out twice in shock, which can be regarded as a greeting.

Yuan Jie stared at the wooden pier in front of him, there was still a layer of reddish-brown stuff on it, and it was not difficult to see that it was the blood stains left by his predecessors.

In the first row of the crowd, stood Yuan Jie's husband, the poor merchant. He was developed this time, holding the fifty taels of silver rewarded by the government, and his face was full of smiles. Yuan Jie glared at him fiercely, fifty taels is enough for this bastard bastard to buy a house and land and marry a two-room daughter-in-law. Now that he was going to be beheaded, he smiled like he was all right. Hmph, he was the one who denounced it.

Yuan Jie cursed secretly in his heart, and scolded this husband who couldn't live and die with him a thousand times and ten thousand times, but to no avail, he would still live well with the silver, but no one came to save him.

Yuan Jie whimpered a few times at Yuan Jia, and Yuan Jia turned his face to her, a little helpless.

Only then did Yuan Jie notice Yuan Jia's face, which was as terrifying as a skeleton, and she was startled and didn't dare to look back at her again.

The hourglass of timekeeping leaks little by little, which means that it has really arrived at three o'clock in the afternoon.

Yuan Jie roared twice, but no one paid attention to her, and the executioner shouted a sip of wine, and with a poof, it sprayed on the silver glittering broadsword.

Yuan Jie was a little weak-legged, sat on the ground with her buttocks, and couldn't kneel anymore.

There was a sudden burst of contemptuous laughter from the crowd.

"Sure enough, it's a woman, this guts, it's smaller than a mouse! As soon as she came out with a knife, she was paralyzed with fright!"

"Little lady, let the uncle take a look for you, are you scared!?"

Such insults in the crowd came and went, as if the witticism in everyone's head exploded in an instant. Yuan Jie knelt on the ground, staring at her wooden husband with hatred. This bastard, at this time, really doesn't care about himself? He is his daughter-in-law, how can he be indifferent? Even if the husband and wife don't have any feelings on weekdays, but after all, he has a reputation, how can he ignore himself?

The executioner's knife glistened brightly in the sun.

Some people were surprised: "Look, this knife goes down, it's amazing, you see how dull this knife is!"

The people next to him probably watched the killing for the first time, and came over excitedly: "What do you say?"

The man proudly showed off his "full stomach" and said, "You don't know this, do you?" You want to hear it, a copper. ”

Everyone was angry and angry, so they could only take out a copper plate and throw it to him: "Come on, don't sell it." ”

The man smiled and said, "I don't lie to you, there are two ways to say this beheading, if this person's sin is small, the executioner's knife will be sharp, and if you go down, before you feel pain, the person will be gone." If a man commits a great sin, like some thief who kills his father and mother. For the kind of people they are, the executioner will replace them with blunt knives. ”

"Can a blunt knife kill someone? Don't you say that a blunt knife cuts flesh—doesn't it bleed?" asked Yuan Jie's husband suddenly.

The person who spoke smiled: "Hey, you see that you are an honest seed, you have never used a knife to cut people when you were a child, is the back of the knife not bladed, but it can be cut on people, it hurts the same." ”

"What's the use of this?" asked Yuanjie's husband.

"Torture, I don't understand this. The man looked at him with a look of hatred for iron and steel: "I often come to see killing, once I killed a fugitive, that person is amazing, he committed three lives in his hands, and he is an old fritter who entered the palace five times." When I killed him, I deliberately changed to a blunt knife, and only cut half of it, and his neck was not broken, and the person did not die. ”

Everyone listened to his explanation, Huo Ran was cheerful, and looked up at the two on the stage: "Did the two of them steal a man?"

"Yes and not quite. Yuan Jie's husband said loudly.

The crowd looked back, "Oh? You know?"

He snorted disdainfully: "I don't recognize the one on the right, but I know the one on the left." This woman is a slut who steals men, or an aunt of a big family, and gave birth to such a wild seed as her. The family was in a hurry to marry her off, so they found an honest man. Who knows that this girl is not used to living a poor life, she has to serve her with delicacies from the mountains and seas, gold slaves and silver maids, I bah, how can the poor people have these things? Her man will beat her, if she is honest, this day will be enough, who knows that she actually cheated with the rich family in the village for a mouthful of food, and stole her son not to say, and her father will not let go. Her man beat and scolded, but it was not easy to do it. Later, the officers and soldiers came to the village to search, and the village knew that this slut was actually the sister-in-law of the puppet emperor wanted by the imperial court!"

Everyone was stunned when they heard this: "How do you know?"

Yuan Jie's husband froze for a moment: "Hey, we are from a village, and everyone in the village knows it." This girl doesn't know if she had that with the puppet emperor before marrying Han. ”

Everyone is always very disgusted with fox spirits, but look at Yuan Jie's appearance, the whole child is a black and fat man, although his facial features are not ugly, but they are not beautiful, can such a person seduce a pseudo-emperor?

Everyone shook their heads and refused to believe it, but Yuan Jie's husband was stunned: "What?

"Don't talk nonsense, these two are just stealing people in the village at most. ”

Yuan Jie's husband glanced at everyone and held the fifty taels of silver tickets in his arms firmly. He snorted indifferently: "If you don't believe it, if you don't believe it, just wait and see, and listen to what the adults say in a while." ”

Yuan Jie was already paralyzed by the executioner's knife, her face was covered with tears and beads of sweat, and she didn't know what she was shouting with a whimper.

The supervisor stood up and raised the holy decree in his hand: "Edict, sinner, Wei's Yuanjia, Yuanjie, because of the former vassal pseudo-emperor, plotted to usurp the throne, killed the first emperor, the emperor has a decree, behead these two people in the city, the corpses are hung outside the east gate, exposed to the sun for seven days, Qin this." ”

As soon as the word "cut in half" came out, the crowd almost blew up the temple: "Cut in half! Hey! Cut from the middle! Haha, watching yourself being cut in half, it's enjoyable, it's too enjoyable." ”

Yuan Jie looked under the guillotine in despair and saw an expressionless face. She looked at Yuan Jia, but she looked sluggish, not afraid of life and death. Yuan Jie is completely blinded, what is wrong with these people? Doesn't Yuan Jia want to live? There are still so many good things to enjoy in this world, why doesn't she want to do her best to live once?

"Execution!"

Yuan Jie stubbornly turned his head and saw the prison officer's open mouth, and his heart-wrenching trills echoed in his ears.

She tried to escape, but she struggled to get up and ran off the stage, but was struck in the back of the neck by the knife picked up by the executioner.

Zheng, even the executioner felt that his hands were numb, Yuan Jie fell to the ground, his breath was dying, and crawled under the stage like an insect.

What kind of mistake is this? The executioner felt embarrassed, and the audience was stunned.

The executioner naturally could not allow such a mistake in his career, so he readjusted his breathing and lifted Yuanjia's body to the wooden pier. Yuan Jie's body was still hesitating, like a carp beating up, and her mouth was snoring with blood bubbles.

The executioner slashed down, right on her waist, the waist bone shattered in an instant, so close that the executioner could even hear a click clearly, but he couldn't completely cut off her waist, and the final result of the waist cut was to see two complete bodies.

He spat into the palm of his hand, aimed at his waist, and slashed down again.

One piece was split several times, and Yuan Jie's mouth and nose were bleeding, and there was no air intake. The executioner lifted his garment, revealing the black-purple flesh, and slashed it several more times, finally splitting the man into two ends.

I was finally relieved to be there.

"Oh my mother, the executioner is not an easy job, and if you meet a fat one, you can die of exhaustion. ”

Yuan Jia's face kept facing the direction of Yuan Jie's corpse, and those cold and mean words echoed in his ears. Do those people have no home, no relatives, no friends? How could they bear to say such things?

Yuan Jia let out a long sigh of relief.

Wei Yuanxi said that when you arrive at Nai He Bridge, don't struggle and forget about the things in this life.

But such a shame and a deep hatred in the sea of blood, not to mention Meng Po's small bowl of soup, even if it is ten bowls, she can't forget it.

Xiao Rongshen's voice was ethereal in the dark, remembering their first time, what a wild and fragrant joy of fish and water. Her choice was actually right, at least in the end, Xiao Rongshen really loved her.

Rong Shen, I'm here. Yuan Jia slowly lowered his head.

The sound of the executioner raising his knife suddenly pierced the air, and everyone held their breath to wonder if they could hit it this time. It takes skill to split it in two pieces with a knife.

The hand where the knife fell, Yuan Jia also held his breath.

"Keep people under the knife!"

I don't know who roared, a fast horse galloped, and someone fell to the ground lightly: "The emperor has a decree, keep people under the knife, temporarily return Wei Yuanjia to Dali Temple, and then make a decision." ”