If punishment cannot be known, power cannot be measured.

Upstairs in Sibei, Medicine Master Guo looked at the emperor who was in high spirits and remembered something.

In the fifth year of Xuanhe, that is, eighteen years ago, he was still the military governor of the Song Dynasty, the first general of the Song Dynasty's army, and also known as Yanshan Prefecture.

At that time, there was a man named Zhang Jue, who was a Han Chinese like himself.

He passed the Jinshi examination in the Liao Kingdom and later took Pingzhou to invest gold.

Later...

So he invested it in himself.

Once upon a time, this man, like himself, regarded the Song Dynasty as his mother country.

Yes, except for the Song Dynasty, no matter how good the Liao Kingdom was or how strong the Jin Kingdom was, I was still just an outsider after all.

However, he surrendered and was killed.

Wang Anzhong is a scholar who cannot lift his hands or resist his shoulders, a mediocre man who relies on the power of the eunuch Tong Guanqi.

Killing this Han who devoted himself to the Song Dynasty was like killing an animal.

He killed the Pingzhou surrender generals brought by Zhang Jue and disintegrated without attacking. He killed all the victorious troops under him and sighed. He killed the people of Yanyun and lost all their hearts.

It also killed Medicine Master Guo and completely lost hope in the Song Dynasty.

Not when he was abandoned by Liu Yanqing, not when Wanyan Zongwang came to the city.

Only when Zhang Jue's head fell to the ground, Yaoshi Guo suddenly felt...

Forget it.

Later, he led the Jin people southward and saw with his own eyes how the princes and nobles in Kaifeng Mansion behaved when the country was about to be destroyed.

He still remembers the pleasure in his heart that a great revenge had been avenged when he saw Zhao Ji and his son looking like lost dogs in the Jin camp.

When Wang Anzhong was about to hand over Zhang Jue, Pharmacist Guo once asked him:

"The golden man will be with you as soon as he wants to awaken. If he asks for help from a pharmacist, will he be there for you?"

At that time, Wang Anzhong did not answer him, and no one in the Song Dynasty could answer him.

And when he asked this question, he already had the answer in his heart.

Now...

Pharmacist Guo came back to his senses, his eyes still falling on the emperor.

He felt that he now had another answer.

It's a pity that I was born at the wrong time.

Downstairs is the courtyard of Dali Temple. It is just after noon and the sun is shining brightly.

Qin Hui had run out of energy from shouting, and big beads of sweat continued to leak out from his head.

No one paid attention to him. Except for the old man in front who was wiping the blade and making the sound of rubbing cloth and knife from time to time, only the cicadas were chirping.

Everyone saw that the head was not beheaded and saw the old man's tool. The surprise at the beginning slowly turned into excitement and...expectation.

Although Lingchi and Zhenxing are both cutting with a knife, they have different differences.

Lingchi is more like cutting meat, while Zhenxing is like cutting meat.

Liu Bang originally planned to choose between Che Cracking and Zeng Xing, but who knew he heard Ling Chi’s statement?

While lamenting that future generations have a lot of work, he asked the executioner to watch.

Anyway, we want to achieve one effect: the strength has been exhausted, but the breath is not gone, the liver and heart are connected, but the sight and hearing are still there.

Such a punishment of being cut into pieces was really cruel, and was banned in the Later Jin Dynasty when Emperor Shi Chonggui came out.

Yang Shouzhen, an eunuch during the reign of Zhenzong, captured some of the thieves' heads and planned to execute them in Lingchi, but was not allowed to do so.

It was not until the Xining period that it was restored to the same status as beheading and hanging, and became a routine death penalty.

The years are getting calmer and quieter. A few years ago, there were bandits who committed rebellion and rebellion. In the past two years, life has been getting better and better, and they are almost gone.

On weekdays, even beheading is extremely rare, let alone Lingchi.

What's more, the person who was punished was still the prime minister of the Song Dynasty last month.

It was unheard of in the Song Dynasty for a prime minister to receive this punishment.

These tens of thousands of people braved the sweltering heat to crowd into Dali Temple. It was a worthwhile trip.

The old man finished wiping the last knife... This was what he did when he was in Kaifeng Mansion. Later, the world was in chaos and he fled south to Lin'an.

Seeing that the craft was about to be lost, unexpectedly, the emperor came to visit him.

If you can chop the prime minister into pieces, you have not learned this skill in vain.

He bowed towards Hu Quan, and the bearded man nodded to him. Everyone present held their breath, for fear that if there was too much noise, the knife would be used on themselves.

The old man looked at Prime Minister Qin and took off his clothes first. While doing so, he spoke to him in a low voice.

Others just thought it was the rule of their profession, but they didn't want the police officers on both sides to hear it, and they all frowned.

"The little old man wants to say hello to the Prime Minister. I wonder if the Prime Minister still remembers the little old man?"

Qin Hui was panting and his voice was already hoarse. He raised his head and looked at this person. He thought about it again and again, but he couldn't remember any intersection.

The old man didn't care. His hands and feet were tied up, and it was a bit troublesome to take off his clothes. When the cuffs were tied up with rope, he had to use a knife to cut them open.

"You are a noble person, so it's normal that you don't remember me."

"I'd like to remind you that in the first year of Shaoxing, Mr. Qin Xi saw a girl in Xialifang..."

The entire upper body has been stripped off, and looking at this person's body, he is no different from an ordinary old man, even a little weaker.

It's just that his body is covered with dense marks the size of thumbs, all of which have the same color as his skin, like some kind of strange disease.

Liu Bang was a little frightened. He had gotten along a lot with this old man in the past few days, but he didn't want to be infected by him!

Perhaps knowing what he was thinking, the old man at the same table smiled and said:

"Qin Hui's marks are traces of dripping wax... I didn't expect him to be so elegant at this age."

Liu Bang was so disgusted, wax oil... is it still elegant?

Then I thought about what happened between him and Wan Yanchang... In this June, I felt a chill.

Going back to the bottom, the old man had already begun to unfasten his belt. Qin Hui kept struggling, but it had no effect.

Tie too tight.

"My young husband has fallen in love with my eldest daughter who sells fish, and he insists on taking her as a concubine... You said that I am just a daughter, how can I be willing to let her be a concubine?"

"Later, during the day, the young husband tied up my husband and I, and took advantage of the eldest sister's innocence on our fishing boat."

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"Mr. Qin, you don't know that my husband and I were on the deck at that time, only separated from my eldest sister by a curtain... Later we watched her with our own eyes and watched her jump into the river.

, it floated, and it floated into the Qiantang River."

The old man seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and was very calm; Qin Hui seemed even more like not listening to him at all, and was still struggling desperately.

"Her body has not been found so far... The little old man is useless and can't protect his daughter. If he can cut into the Prime Minister's flesh today, it can be regarded as an explanation for her."

"Please take it easy, Mr. Prime Minister, I will definitely take care of you..."

"Comfortable!"

At this time, the scene suddenly became agitated.

Even the people watching the fun upstairs leaned out of the window. Qin Hui closed his eyes tightly and was about to bite off his tongue, but was discovered by the policeman with sharp eyes and quick hands on the side. He quickly tied him up with a cloth strip and let him

My mouth can no longer be closed.

After a while, the saliva continued to fall from the seam of his mouth and flowed all over the floor.

No one cares about these anymore, they care more about...

This...

This fucking story is enough to feed all the storytellers in the world!

Tsk, tsk, tsk, I thought the wax oil was the limit, but I didn’t expect Wan Yanchang to have such a good time.

Liu Bang couldn't help but click his tongue, but he probably understood something.

It has a stem but cannot bear fruit, and a rotten wood cannot bloom.

It turns out that this man has already received the heaviest punishment in the world.

If there were some civil servants like Su Fu who couldn't bear it just now, now that they saw this scene, no one in the world could sympathize with Qin Hui.

Cutting a prime minister into pieces is indeed too much.

But if the person who was beheaded was an eunuch, and it was an eunuch who brought disaster to the country and the people, then it would be fine.

Before Qin Hui's flesh was cut off from him, the people of the world had already cut him off.
To be continued...