In the palace, King Ping Hong'an was in a hurry, walked to Emperor Hongtai's bedroom, and met a chamberlain.

"Go and say that the king is here! I have an urgent matter to meet the emperor!"

Hong'an's face was anxious, and he casually threw a bead into the hands of the minister. The latter smiled, and when he bowed, the beads were gone.

"This morning's court meeting, I don't know if the emperor has withdrawn from the court. The minister went and took a look, please wait a moment!"

Hongan looked at the distant ministers, pacing back and forth, his hands clasped together, his brows furrowed. After half a pillar of incense, the minister came back and saluted him: "The emperor has returned!

Hongan's face softened slightly, and he stuffed a bead into the hand of the minister, and asked, "Is there any major matter to discuss at the court meeting?"

The minister picked up the beads, looked around, and then whispered: "I heard that the case of painting the boat was concluded the night before, and the emperor was furious, and ordered that the sinner be sentenced to be beheaded, and he will be beheaded at noon today!"

Hong'an's face changed greatly, and he urged repeatedly: "Quick, take me to see the emperor!"

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Lin Yi fell asleep on the damp ground.

...... He flew over the wind and went straight into the sky, higher and higher...... Layers of wind, stirring around endlessly, endless clouds and mist, churning endlessly...... He was still flying, and after a long time, a new world suddenly dawned in front of him......

"Lin Yi, get out of here, there is good wine and meat waiting for you!" The iron chain smashed on the fence of the iron cage, clanging.

Lin Yi woke up from his sleep and opened his sleepy eyes. He looked around in the darkness and couldn't help asking, "What time is it?"

The soldier smiled and said: "Your kid's good day has arrived, and now the time has passed, hurry up for Lao Tzu!"

It was dark in the dungeon, and no one said that it was really impossible to tell the hour. Lin Yi got up slowly, but heard the old man next door say in a hurry: "Young man, young man, ——! young man"

Lin Yi squatted down and asked, "Uncle, what do you command?"

The old man lay on the haystack, looked at Lin Yi, and said with a sad face: "I want to die, but I can't die." And you're still young! the old man has sent you!" he said, arching his hands tremblingly.

Lin Yi looked stunned, and hurriedly asked, "Uncle, what do you mean by this?"

The old man looked at Lin Yi, sighed, and shook his head speechlessly.

Lin Yi's heart sank, and he silently arched his hand.

Out of the iron cage, Lin Yi was held by two soldiers, passed through the underground corridor, and came to another room.

In this room, there were more than a dozen soldiers standing against the wall, all of them five big and three thick, more fierce than the few people Lin Yi had seen before, and a little more evil.

There was also a man sitting in the room, a prisoner with his hands shackled. The man was in his fifties, with a pale face, a long beard under his chin, and a bookish air. It's just that his expression is as lonely as death, and his eyes are blank.

Lin Yi was pushed to the side of the stool next to the prisoner and sat down amid the shouts of the crowd.

Carefully next to the stool, he sat down gently, and there was a faint burning pain in his buttocks, which made Lin Yi grit his teeth, but there was no smile in his eyes. Even if he didn't heal his injuries, after sleeping for a night, the spiritual power in his body operated on his own, and most of the stick injuries behind him were healed. But the pain for a while is inevitable, and it can be regarded as his own doing.

Suddenly, Lin Yi's expression moved, and in his consciousness, above the dungeon, a familiar figure was walking out of the courtyard of the dungeon in a panic. What is he doing here......? I see......

"When you're full, you've drunk enough, and you're on your way!" A soldier came to Lin Yi and the scholar-like person with a wooden plate, and put down a jar of wine and a large bowl of meat.

The light and shadow in front of the door dimmed, and a person walked in, it was Du Wei Lanping. He looked at Lin Yi and the others coldly, and said, "Eat and drink quickly, don't delay your work!"

The scholar-like man let out a sneer: "This severed head wine, the old man doesn't eat it!"

Lan Ping smiled disappreciatively and said, "Lord Yang, why bother? The emperor wants to kill you, and he specially got you a companion so that you can go on the road together!"

The prisoner, known as Lord Yang, sighed: "Learn the art of literature and martial arts, and the goods are with the emperor's family." Now I know that the emperor wants an eagle dog, not a scholar like me. Let's use my life to warn future generations!"

It turned out that this person was also an official of the DPRK and China, who was over half a hundred years old and could not die well. Seeing that this person is also an upright person, above the temple, such a person is untenable. Lin Yi can be regarded as seeing some clues about the things above the court. The same is true for Mr. Su, come to think of it, a good person can't be an official.

Lan Ping raised his head and signaled that the two strong men had already caught the Lord Yang. One of them stretched out his fingers like iron pincers and pinched them gently, forcing his men to open their mouths, while the other picked up the jar and poured it down.

Lord Yang was choked with tears and snot, and he couldn't move. In the blink of an eye, a small jar of liquor poured into his stomach, and the two men dropped it.

At this time, Lord Yang's originally pale face had turned burgundy. He was so embarrassed that he opened his mouth and scolded at the two men.

The people in the room seemed to be accustomed to seeing this kind of scene, and they scoffed at Lord Yang's behavior and ignored it.

Lan Ping muttered, toasting without eating and drinking. With a gesture in his eyes, the men on the wall rushed up, pulled Lord Yang over, and tore off his shirt three times and two times, revealing his skinny body.

Lord Yang, who was naked, had fire in his eyes, and in anger, he wanted to hit the wall to seek death. But how could he earn those sturdy men.

Lord Yang was turned over on all fours by several people, and one of them held a wooden cone in his hand, aimed it at his cardia and plugged it down.

In a burst of mournful wails, the other person held a bunch of ponytails in his hand, tied a circle to the root of Lord Yang's penis, and strangled him fiercely.

Another terrible howl sounded, and Lord Yang fainted.

These people were not in a hurry, and used a rag sewn with rope sewn to tie Lord Yang's lower body around his crotch, and then turned it over.

One person opened Lord Yang's mouth and hooked his tongue with an iron hook, and a ponytail firmly tied the root of his tongue.

Lan Ping looked at Lin Yi and said complacently: "This is for his good, so as not to go straight down on the execution ground." Tie your tongue to him to stop talking nonsense!"

The corners of Lin Yi's eyes twitched, and he looked coldly at all this in front of him.

One person took out a thin cow tendon, and very skillfully cut Lord Yang's hands back, together with the strangled neck, and tied it tightly with his arms.

Lord Yang's thin body was strangled and creaked, and as the cow tendons were knotted, his whole person had become a head held high. It's just that his face is wine red and unconscious.

This was not the end, and the two men took out two palm-wide and knee-high planks and tied them to the face bones of Lord Yang's legs, and then put on his clothes.

"This is for fear that he will not be able to fall down on his knees, with a wooden plank, and a rope behind him, it doesn't hurt to kneel for a few hours!" Lan Ping said with interest, but unfortunately Lin Yi did not collapse to the ground as he expected, which made him uninterested.

Walking behind the unconscious Lord Yang, Lan Ping took out a silver needle from his arms, raised his hand and inserted it deeply into the back of his skull.

Lord Yang woke up in an instant, only to see that his face was red and his head was held high. The pain in his skull made his eyes widen and his expression excited.

Lan Ping clapped his hands, looked at this masterpiece of himself and his subordinates proudly, looked at Lin Yi with a smile, and said: "What's the matter? Lord Yang died generously to repay the favor of heaven, how many people will sigh!

I didn't expect that before a person died, he would have to suffer such a **. No, for these people, it's just fiddling with a dead corpse and concocting a plaything. In the eyes of these people, that Lord Yang and himself are already dead. The dead are unconscious, without joy, sorrow, or sorrow.

And he, Lin Yi and this Lord Yang, this is going to the execution ground! If he is an ordinary person, he will inevitably die today, and he will inevitably die before he dies. In this world, how many grievances and grievances should there be, in the face of the towering imperial power, in the face of the wolf-like government, you can only mourn your own misfortune and pray for a good afterlife!

If you don't get caught in the prison, who knows that behind this glitz, there is such filth and filth!

When Lin Yi sighed, several men had already approached, and several big hands grabbed his shoulders. The next moment, he was going to be like that Lord Yang—

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