Since the Liao people rushed into the pass, destroyed Yanxia, ​​established the Central Plains, and established the "Da Kang", it has been 63 years since the Liao people rushed into the pass, and the "Da Kang" was established.

The emperor ascended the throne at the age of twelve and changed his reign to the 'Yuan Ding'. When Emperor Ding was young, he had quite a few tricks. In order to avoid powerful ministers, he kept a low profile and grew up slightly, he immediately launched a thunder attack to kill powerful ministers.

After being in control of power, Emperor Ding of Yuan has appointed his confidants, selected officials, dispatched troops and generals outside, quelled the vassal chaos and restored the Xia rebels in various places.

By the 45th year of Yuan Ding, the world was obedient, and the great karma was almost like an iron bucket, and water could not be poured in. Even if there was a little chaos in some corners, it would be quickly scattered.

March of this year.

Dakang Kyoto.

Caishikou outside Xuanhuamen.

In the chilly and cold wind, there was a drizzle.

More than a dozen prison carts were crushed and muddy, and the wheels were creaking, as if they would fall apart at any time, but they were moving forward slowly unswervingly.

The prisoners in the prison car were all unkempt, covered in blood, and smelly. Some of them had fainted, and their bodies still twitched from time to time. Those who were awake were also full of despair, their empty eyes were filled with fear, and they could only repeat the words "unfairly" and "free life" and other words.

On both sides of the prison car were hundreds of officers and soldiers escorting prisoners, each with steel knives, holding spears in his hands, and his eyes were filled with evil spirits, scanning the movements around.

On the noisy and noisy streets of the vegetable market, as the officers and soldiers looked at each other coldly, clusters of onlookers held their breath, shrank their necks, and lowered their heads in fear.

The foreheads and hair on the top of these people were almost shaved, leaving only a small bunch of hair braided and hanging behind their heads. People wearing melon-skin hats or headscarves were fine, but the people who didn't wear them were all blue and swollen in the cold wind, and their tears flowed, but they were reluctant to leave, with a look of both cringe and freshness on their faces.

This is both a vegetable market and a courtroom for the imperial court to execute criminals.

Beheading is not new to residents around Caishikou, but the identity of the prisoner to be executed today is somewhat unusual.

A high platform had been set up at Caishikou. Several middle-aged officials with long beards took steady steps under the guards and took a seat on the stage and patroled the audience with their eyes.

The prison car was approaching at this time, and the officers and soldiers raised the prisoners one by one and asked them to kneel against the crowd. As for the unconscious, they kicked the people a few times. If they really couldn't wake up, they would bring a bench and lay their heads on it.

On the high platform, the thin official sitting in the main seat was flipping through a volume of documents, which marked the names and names of prisoners, and there were portrait comparisons. He compared them one by one, but frowned: "This Bai San... Wang Ni should have six sons and seven daughters except for his parents-in-law and wives and concubines. Why is there one missing among the prisoners? Is that person unable to bear the punishment and he is already dead?"

Another official said: "The youngest one was from Wang Ni's affair with his maid. Because he was not welcomed, he stole a large amount of money from his family more than a year ago and suddenly disappeared without a trace."

"Haha! It's true that he is a son of a thief, all of whom are robbers." The official who was reading the document sneered and said, "This case was personally commented by the emperor, and he was very anxious. Even if it was a little shrimp, he should never let it go. He should urge the people below to arrest the thief as soon as possible, and to see the person alive and see the corpse alive. You and I can get a job with you."

When several officials on the stage heard this, they nodded in agreement: "As Lord Hu said, the people below are all mean and should be urged. They cannot tolerate this matter. If they are unwilling to say that they have to drag out a few people to kill them. Only after seeing the blood can they do their best."

A middle-aged man with a mustache and dressed as an aide came on stage, approached Lord Hu's ear, and whispered: "Sir, the time is here!"

Lord Hu looked at the sky, put the paper down, and stood up.

Several other officials also stood up at the same time, with a compassionate expression. Only Lord Hu said loudly: "The emperor's destiny is always in all the worlds, and he is the king of the world... The saint king is in power, the sea is peaceful and the river is clear, the time is prosperous, and all the people of the world are returned to their hearts... But there are those who rebel against Wang Yuanzhen, who pretended to be the former Prince Xia, fooled the ten evils of the world, and he will be punished if he is punished... Lingchi was executed, and his relatives and relatives were all killed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed as if a scoop of cold water was poured into the oil pan. The vegetable market was "buzzing" and boiling. At this time, it seemed that he no longer felt cold. Many inmates looked around with their necks.

Lord Hu showed displeasure and waved his hand and said, "Silent!"

Pa! Papa!

Immediately, several officers and soldiers dragged the long whip with iron spikes and swung back and forth a few times beside the road. The sharp whistling sound of the sky broke through the air made the crowded crowd dare not come forward anymore.

"Rebel King Yuanzhen, do you have anything to say?" Lord Hu lowered his head and lowered his eyes. In the center was kneeling an old man in ragged clothes and white hair. His eyes had been plucked out, leaving two terrifying blood holes. He opened his mouth and screamed, but his mouth was empty and his tongue was cut off, and he could not say anything.

Lord Hu said: "Since there is no objection, behead!"

The executioner came forward with a knife, muttering something, and soon the heads fell to the ground.

Wang Yuanzhen was sentenced to Lingchi. Although he was old, the knife hand who was executed was an old craftsman who had been immersed in this art for decades. After dozens of knife points, Wang Yuanzhen still breathed a sigh of relief.

The flesh and blood that were sliced ​​was put into a small bowl. When one was full, it was taken down and replaced with another bowl.

The onlookers looked dull, holding their breath, and exclaiming from time to time, but some people slipped away quietly and went around the other side of the law field, quietly stuffed silver and money to the retreating executioner, and then took something out of their arms. When they opened the package, they were white and clean steamed buns, still steaming.

The executioner weighed the money and said, "If you don't have enough, add two taels!"

"What? Why is it so much more expensive than before?"

"Stop trying to get sloppy eyes. Today's blood is unusual. It is the blood of the former Prince Xia. What is that? That is the real dragon... cough cough... I don't want to do anything if I don't make up for money." The executioner sneered and looked at people with a squint.

"What real dragon? The court said it was just a fake..."

These people cursed and reluctantly took out the money.

...

Light!

In front of you is endless light and fire, gathering into a colorful and bizarre world, with endless light and shadows flashing in it, and each light and shadow is like interpreting a story, joy, sorrow, sorrow, sorrow, and joy.

Pei Yuan looked at it and saw endless images filling his mind, but he had just seen it the moment before, and immediately forgot it completely the next moment.

He just felt that he was swept by a fire and flew towards endless distant directions...

I don't know how long it took.

Pei Yuan suddenly felt that he could move again, but in his mind there was a voice that kept shouting, rolling back and forth, making him unable to help but scream.

"In this life, I don't care about my future, and I don't cultivate the next life. I just want to have a passionate fight with the Saint of Lotus Heart!"

With a word, Pei Yuan immediately opened his eyes and saw hundreds of people turning their heads in a flat square, looking at him with astonishment, anger, fear, admiration... countless strange looks!
Chapter completed!