At the foot of Wuli Mountain, outside the west gate of Luoyang City, where the trees are towering and the streams are murmuring, it is also a quiet place that is rarely visited; at this time, just after noon, there is a beam of sunlight shining from between the tall trees to the new tomb that has just been piled up by Wu Shuang, She Gang, Zhang Shan and Nanping, the messenger of flowers.

On the woodcarved tombstone in front of the new grave, there are four words carved by Wu Shuang with the black sheath long sword in his hand: The Tomb of Alai!

At this heavy moment, everyone's hearts were filled with grief and indignation, and no one knew what to say or what to say!

"You're a good brother!" She Gang said.

"Alai, although you are timid, you are sometimes very brave!" Zhang Shan said.

"Brother, go all the way!" said Nanping, the flower messenger.

"Brother, go all the way! We will definitely seek justice for you!" Wu Shuang finally said.

With heavy steps, they walked out of the woods toward the carriage, and when they boarded it, not one of them spoke. As the carriage walked along the secluded mountain road, no one spoke. There was only silence in the woods!

Du Hu Shen Kuo was ordered by the ninth prince Cao Kunyi to go to the capital prison to monitor the fact that he was about to kill the father and son of Wang Zhi, the governor of Henan. And Shen Kuo was old friends with Hu Feng, the big prison poster, and Zheng Antai, the executioner, so he thought of communicating with the two of them first.

At the entrance of the capital prison, there is a tavern, which is usually occupied by the families and relatives of some prisoners, and in order to make the life of the prisoners better, the prison officials are feasted here.

Shen Kuo took two sergeants, picked up a load of good wine, and staggered into the tavern; on the second floor, facing the direction of the prison, he asked for a guest seat, and instructed the tavern junior to get a table of decent game, and the amount of wine money was not a problem.

Seeing this, the shopkeeper was overjoyed, and said repeatedly:

"Don't worry, Master Jun, I will definitely satisfy you!"

After the tavern Xiao Er left, he immediately took out two invitations from his sleeve pocket and sent two sergeants to Hu Feng, the prison officer, and Zheng Antai, the executioner, respectively. Not long after the sergeant arrived, two jailers came. When I walked in the door, I saw that old friends were all protecting Shen Kuo, so they all warmly saluted and greeted each other.

Zheng Antai said:

"What kind of wind blew Shen Duhu here?"

"Proud spring breeze!" Shen Kuo said to the two with a smile, while taking out two silver tickets from his sleeve pocket, with a thousand taels of silver each, and handed them to the table of the two, "A little heart, I hope the two eldest brothers will smile!"

When the two of them saw this, they knew that they must have a purpose, but the white flowers and silver were eye-catching, and they could not control it, and they could not wait for the other party to explain the reason, and they could not wait to put it into their sleeve pockets.

Hu Feng asked:

"Shen Duhu, why are you so disrespectful!"

Shen Kuo laughed and said:

"My respect is nothing, but the respect of the Ninth Prince, Cao Kun, then it will be flattering!"

Seeing this, Hu Feng rolled up his sleeves, took a sip of tea and said:

"Nine Princes, there is something to do, you can use our brothers!"

"Brother Hu is really fast!" Shen Kuo said, "There is indeed a small matter right now, and we need to trouble the two big brothers!"

"Tell me about it!" Zheng Antai said as he peeled off the flowers and put them in his mouth.

"The huge corruption case of Henan Governor Wang Zhi's father and son is asked and beheaded today," Shen Kuo said, "No matter what, these two heads landed on time, which is the credit of the two!"

When they heard this, they looked at each other, and both thought it was a natural thing, so they both said:

"Then Shen Du will protect the Nine Princes and wait for the good news!"

When Shen arrived, Wang Biao and his son suddenly heard the door of the prison corridor opened, and then they heard a rush of footsteps getting closer and closer. Footsteps stopped outside their cell doors, and immediately the sound of unlocking rang out. The door of the cell was opened! Eight burly men dressed in black and red trim walked in, and without saying a word, dragged the father and son, along with the torture instruments they were wearing, and dragged them away.

"What are you doing here?" asked Wang Zhi angrily as he walked out of the prison door.

However, no one answered, they only cared about carrying their father and son out, and Wang Biao thought to himself, looking at this momentum, they were going to execute my father and son secretly. However, now that he is covered in torture instruments, don't think about moving, is he really waiting for death like this?

In this way, the father and son were set up the aisle, stepped up the stone steps to the ground, passed through the wooden gate of the dungeon, and finally, eight big men led them to the backyard of the dungeon.

This is the place where special prisoners are always dealt with, and the towering courtyard wall behind them makes people feel like a frog at the bottom of a well; eight tall and towering poplar trees stand in this dark and damp place, like eight giants, who have witnessed countless wronged souls and sucked the taste of blood! In the middle of two of the big trees, eight people pressed Wang Biao and his son to the ground, and one of them snorted sternly:

"Be honest, get on your knees!"

"What are you going to do?" Wang Zhi asked again.

At this moment, a tall man who had been facing away from them, facing the courtyard wall, as if he was thinking, suddenly turned around—he was Zheng Antai, the deacon. His face was like a blessed orange peel, pitted, and the sharp bags under his eyes seemed to be his other pair of eyes, and his face was cleanly shaved, as if he wanted to show off his pitted face.

He quietly said to Wang Zhi and his son:

"Decisive decision-the emperor's will, now the time has come, we are just people who are ordered to do things!"

He paused, looked up at the gloomy sky, slowly moved his gaze to the faces of Wang Zhi and his son, with a slightly sympathetic look, and said lightly:

"Lord Wang, I wish you father and son good luck in the next life!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand with the two executioners standing at the base of the wall and holding knives in their arms, and made a gesture to start the execution!

So, the two executioners, with solemn expressions and heavy steps, walked towards Wang Zhi and his son. Wang Zhi is also a person in an official family, how can he not understand, because he asked:

"Since you are executing the emperor's execution, where is the execution diploma? Why are you here to punish the prisoners privately?"

Zheng Antai just sneered and stopped talking, as if to say:

"You and I are both officials, do you want me to explain the significance of such a common thing as unjust, false and wrongful cases?"

At this time, one of the people behind him who was holding their father and son shouted again:

"Don't be long-winded, death is coming, what is there to say!"

"Bastard, you are secretly torturing criminals!" Suddenly, Wang Biao roared.

In the middle, two executioners, holding their knives on the ground, slowly rolled up their sleeves, solemnly and slowly raised their machetes, and shouted:

"Let's go!"

As he spoke, he swung it down vigorously. (To be continued.) )