Chapter 100: Smiling at the heroes without waiting (2)

The miserable autumn rain fell naturally. Before the green trees on both sides of the streets and alleys of Kyoto could not even yellow their leaves, they could only throw a few fallen leaves helplessly to prove the coldness of the autumn rain and the strongness of the autumn wind. The rain slowly moistened the earth, but it made the people who worked hard to make a living in the city get bored, because the autumn rain and cool, they don’t like the chill that their bodies feel.

The vermilion palace walls were ignorant and ignorant, but they just welcomed the rinse of the rain silently and indifferently. The rain wet the majestic imperial city, making the bright vermilion darker and darker, like blood marks that were about to condense.

The deep palace gate was slowly opened with a squeak. The newly built brass nails on the large wooden door were shining with light. More than a hundred officials came out in complex expressions. Under the leadership of a guard of ceremonies, they walked along the imperial road to the depths of the square and lined up on both sides. These were ministers in the Qing Dynasty court, responsible for all the affairs and people's livelihood in this country. However, in today's weather atmosphere, they could only be silent bystanders.

The little eunuch of the Yellow Gate sounded three times, and the hidden drums and pounded somewhere in the corner tower of the Imperial City, making a buzzing and trembling sound, hitting the hearts of everyone on and off the Imperial City.

The court meeting has ended. Today's court meeting only deals with one thing, which is to formulate the charges of former director of the Supervisory Office Chen Pingping.

Many people from Qing Kingdom gradually came to the streets and alleys of the imperial city. These people were dressed in different colors and smelled of different nobles and lows. They were summoned by the drums sounded from the palace and slowly walked towards the square in front of the palace. The crowds gathered more and more, and gradually gathered the entire vast square, densely packed like ants.

Before the morning was dawn, Kyoto Prefecture and yamen at all levels began to beat drums and drums everywhere, posting notices to inform all the people in Kyoto about what would happen today.

As long as the tip of the knife does not fall on oneself, these people are always interested in watching the fun, especially everyone knows that the high-ranking official who will be sentenced to death by His Majesty today is Chen Pingping, the director of the Supervision Office who has always been mysterious. All the people have a stronger interest.

The Supervisory Office has a very famous reputation in the Qingguo civil officialdom and its image is too gloomy and terrifying. Few people have ever seen the old dean in a wheelchair with their own eyes. All the people around the square were surrounded. They wanted to see if this big man was really as the legend said, three heads and six arms, covered in black fog, like a devil.

Especially when the devil in the Supervision House knew that this inspector was indignant of His Majesty's handling, he was furious in the palace to assassinate His Majesty, the wise and virtuous emperor of the Daqing Dynasty and benevolent people, all the people had a heartfelt anger. They wanted to watch how this evil man was burned into black smoke under the glory of imperial power.

The Supervision Bureau has been known for its mystery and gloom over the past decades. Although it has always targeted the Qing Dynasty officialdom, it acted ruthlessly and had terrible means. If it offended civil officials, it would offend scholars and officials in the world and also offend the world's remarks. Therefore, the Supervision Bureau has always had a very poor reputation among the people.

In folk legends, the Supervision Office is a gloomy yamen that eats people and does not spit out bones. It is best at slandering, tortures and commits, and kills people like a slaughter. Perhaps the Supervision Office has many shameful means. But how much can the people in Man Kyoto, Manqing, and the world know? It's just a rumor.

Although in recent years, a dazzling little man Fan has appeared in the Supervision Bureau, which slightly diluted the dark atmosphere of the Supervision Bureau, his presidency was still short after all, and it was not enough to change the impression of the Supervision Bureau that had been deeply rooted among the people.

Danbo Duke Fan Xian, after all, there are not many things that can be changed. The people of the Qing Kingdom worship and respect for Fan Xian. They are more concentrated in his personal image standing in the clouds, but they have not changed much about the Supervision Bureau. For the people of Kyoto, there are some people in one place, but they still have no good feelings for the square and gloomy building. Instead, they subconsciously have a kind of fear. The continuation of fear is unreasonable anger?

Chen Pingping, the legendary dark leader Chen Pingping, is about to die in front of him, and all the people of Kyoto felt a hint of excitement. Perhaps this was just a natural emotion that the people were exposed. In this life, you can have the opportunity to see a big man who originally only existed in the legend died in front of him, and talk more about his boring life in the future. Perhaps it was a good leisure activity?

Just like the spring examination case a few years ago, at the entrance of Yanshi, the heads of the Ministry of Rites were cut off, rolled on the court, and almost got taken away by wild dogs. This scene alone filled with so many boring time in Kyoto and how many cups of turbid poor wine were sent.

For example, the Kyoto Rebellion three years ago was also at Yanshikou. I don’t know how many generals who participated in the rebellion were beheaded here. The blood was painted half a long street, and a few days later, there was a smell of blood in the sky. There was also the commander of the Thirteen City Gate Division, Zhang Deqing, who screamed so miserably when he was executed by Ling Chi.

In the past three years, Zhang Deqing's death has enriched the lives of the people of Kyoto with the company of countless spits. However, these major events that have happened in Kyoto in recent years are of course not as good as today, because the dean of the Supervisory Office died today, the old black dog that the most loyal to His Majesty is known to the world. However, this black dog is crazy and is about to be slaughtered, haha!

Moreover, the execution site today was not Yanshikou, nor was it the killing site in front of the Ministry of Justice, but in the square before the palace! Since the founding of the Qing Kingdom, the only official who was sentenced by Ming Zhengdian in front of the palace was probably the only one today. When the people were excitedly thinking about this, they couldn't help but get angry in their hearts. The high-ranking official named Chen Pingping did not know how ruthless he had done, so he died in such a place.

It’s not that no one thought of Lord Xiao Fan because of the Supervision Bureau, but all the people who watched the punishment subconsciously forgot this point. They never thought that there was any connection between Lord Xiao Fan and the old black dog. They were just ordinary people in the city. They didn’t know the entanglement between the people who ruled this land. Even some clever people would probably only think in another direction. His Majesty just handed the Supervision Bureau to Lord Xiao Fan and wanted to kill the former president, probably to clean up the resistance and sins in the past Supervision Bureau for Lord Xiao Fan?

Countless people flocked into the square in front of the hall, nervous, indifferent, excited, and unreasonable sorrow. The small court of justice was surrounded by countless complex emotions. The surrounding soldiers of the imperial guards and the yamen runners responsible for maintaining order in the Kyoto Prefecture forcibly blocked these tens of millions of people outside the border, ensuring the quietness of the court.

We cannot blame these people in Qingguo, because they are used to knowing what they can know, giving up what they cannot know, enjoy what they can enjoy, and being angry with what they are allowed to be angry. Your Majesty wants to kill a minister. Regardless of whether this minister is really worthy of his crime, but the king who has been educated wants his minister to die, then the minister naturally has the reason to die. He deserves death, and he will never refuse to die...

The crowds of people are like a sea. Rippling in the flat square in front of the majestic imperial city, the places near the palace gate are empty, and a very simple wooden platform is built, which is the so-called Dharma field. Surrounded by the vast sea of ​​people and the majestic imperial city, this method field looks like a pitiful lonely boat, which seems to sink in the sea of ​​people at any time, and may bump into the huge rock of the imperial city that has not been shaken for thousands of years, and be crushed to pieces.

Along the open space below the imperial city, a row of troops came over silently and solemnly, walked past both sides of the Imperial Road, and subconsciously lowered their heads, and remained silent. With the curious and nervous eyes of the people of Kyoto not far away, they came to the bottom of the small wooden platform.

A stretcher was carried out from the prison car, and an old man was lying on the stretcher. The old man was unconscious and did not know his life or death. He Zongwei looked up at the head of the imperial city, his eyes twitched slightly, and he waved his hand gently, and the stretcher was carried onto the wooden platform.

Finally, I saw the high-ranking official who was about to be sentenced to death today, and saw the legendary dark old thief. The Kyoto people at the front sighed with satisfaction. They immediately became silent. They looked at the motionless old man and thought to themselves, is this man already dead?

Three eunuchs came out of the dark gate of the imperial city. The small eunuch on the left hand had the crimes drafted by the court today. The small eunuch on the right hand held a high incense case. The small eunuch on the right hand held a high in his hand. The case was His Majesty's decree to execute Chen Pingping.

The eunuch with an indifferent expression in the middle was Eunuch Yao. He did not have empty hands, but held a small bottle.

Everything was ready on the wooden platform. Chen Pingping's thin body, which seemed to be breathless, was placed on the wooden board wet by the rain. Eunuch Yao walked to his place and squatted down. With the help of the imperial physician, he fed him a pill and carefully fed the soup from the bottle into the old man's dry lips.

I don’t know how long it took, Chen Pingping woke up slowly from her coma. She lost too much blood. When the lifeblood was about to be extinguished, her face was very pale and her eyes were turbid and unconscious. He looked at Eunuch Yao beside him, and his dry lips slightly opened and closed, and he slowly said in a sandy voice: "Thousand-year-old ginseng... is wasted."

Eunuch Yao's body trembled for a moment, but he didn't dare to say anything and did nothing. Instead, he looked at the old man with a cry and laughter, and retreated to the side of the wooden platform with a hunched over.

Just as Chen Pingping opened her turbid eyes, Yan Bingyun, who was standing behind He Dao's left side on the law field, also trembled, but he immediately calmed down and lowered his head weakly. He had just glanced at him before, and he knew how strict the guards in the law field were. Regardless of the densely packed imperial guards around, nor the inner court masters scattered around, but those masters wearing zipper clothes and hats had already made Yan Bingyun know that no one could change all this today.

Last night, there were four masters wearing hats in the Supervisory Office, which made Yan Bingyun and He Zongwei feel a little strange, but they all know where these sudden masters came from. However, when the autumn rain fell and the clear light was faint, Yan Bingyun discovered that under the hats, none of them had hair.

It seems that it is the ascetic monks scattered in the world of Qing Temple, but... the high priest of Qing Temple died suddenly in Qing Temple shortly after returning from the missionary in southern Xinjiang. The second priest Master Sanshi devoted himself to the Junshan Club and finally died tragically in the rain of arrows outside Kyoto, and was destroyed by His Highness the eldest princess.

His Majesty the Emperor has always been disdainful to the ascetic monks of Tianyidao and Qing Temple, and the royal family has never had much connection with the Qing Temple. Why do these ascetic monks in the temple suddenly appear collectively in Kyoto, in front of everyone, and next to the dying court where Chen Pingping is about to die?

Yan Bingyun lowered his head and thought. Until today, he realized that His Majesty had not only reached the peak of the world in terms of imperial power and strength, but even Qing Temple had become a powerful weapon in his hands. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, and suddenly there was a mountain-like shout, and he immediately raised his head in shock.

A wooden stand stood on the court, Chen Pingping's thin body was tied tightly on it, and the old man's clothes had been removed, revealing his pale body. His chest and abdomen looked particularly thin due to years of disability. In the cold autumn rain, he looked particularly desolate and pitiful.

The rain hit the thin body without any breath of life, and then slowly flowed down and returned to the dust.

The previous shout in the square was that the people of Kyoto who were watching the punishment around him finally saw the erected punishment frame. Seeing the traitor who was tied to the punishment frame, the traitor who was tied to the punishment frame burst out like a mountain and resounded around like a wave.

However, the shout quickly turned into silence, and the first one was the crowd closest to the court. However, the whispers and the whispers extended from the front to the back. It took no time to turn into a shocking discussion like thunder.

I wonder if there was a god in the sky who called out a command, but everyone in the imperial city became silent at the same time. I don’t know if the places where thousands or tens of thousands of people gathered at the same time became silent like death. It seemed that even so quiet that people in the end could hear the rustling sound of straw ropes tied with Chen Pingping’s body rubbing against the wooden stakes on the torture rack.

Not only these people were shocked. The imperial guards, officials who were in prison, eunuchs in the palace, and a very small number of officials in the Supervision Bureau all looked at the body of the old man on the execution rack with horror. Thousands of eyes were looking at the old man's thighs.

There is nothing there.

The name of darkness spread to Chen Pingping, the old director of the World Supervision Institute...he turned out to be a castrator!

There was a silence, thousands of eyes, countless emotions, either sympathy, or shameless, or shocked, or disgusted.

Yan Bingyun's body finally trembled unstoppably. He lowered his head tightly, his eyes covered with blood. He didn't know the hidden disease and secret of the old dean. He just felt that those eyes were not only pointing between the old man in the court's legs, but also looking at himself and all the officials of the Supervisory Office. This was an indescribable humiliation.

He clenched his fists tightly, and his fingertips pierced deeply into his palms. He finally understood why the Supreme Master of Nine Five in the imperial city had to punish Lingchi between the crowd. It turned out that torture on flesh must cooperate with this spiritual humiliation.

The Emperor wanted to declare to the world that this great man who dared to betray him was just a slave and a dog in my eyes. He would humiliate him as much as he wanted to humiliate him. He would step on Chen Pingping's dignity and the dignity of the Supervisory Office under his feet and under the eyes of everyone.

After thinking about all this, Yan Bingyun buzzed in his head, raised his head extremely strongly, and looked at the old man on the court with a turbid and powerless look. He didn't say anything or do anything. He saw in his aftermath that the faces of the court officials below the court were also very shocked. Perhaps they would never have thought that the old president of the Supervision House, whom he usually respected as a ancestor, was actually the eunuch whom he looked down upon the most!

This is Chen Pingping's sadness, this is Chen Pingping's secret. Not many people knew about his eunuch's identity, and most of them were dead. Later, under the supreme favor of His Majesty the Emperor and under the strong suppression of the Supervision Bureau, no one knew this fact.

That's why these officials showed such a horrifying expression. However, in addition to being shocked, a hint of contempt appeared on their faces. Human emotions were always so strange. Previously, the dynasty would be convicted and went out of the palace to observe the punishment. The faces of these officials were still awe-inspiring, and they still maintained a little respect and fear towards the dying Chen Pingping. However, at this time, these emotions were gone.

Eunuch Yao took the book from the eunuch beside him, forcibly resisting the old man on the punishment rack beside him, and began to read the thirteen major crimes about Chen Pingping planned at the court meeting. At this time, the autumn rain hit the court, and Eunuch Yao's heart was extremely cold. An unstoppable sadness began to rise in his heart, but he had to continue his work.

"One, on April 12, the seventh year of Qingli, the thief secretly handed over the medicine to enter the palace, and the palace was in chaos..."

"Second, the rebels repeatedly instigated and confused the emperor to charm the hearts and lure the princes to benefit the princes. This is a great rebellion..."

"Three, the rebel thief was sent to the Sixth Department of the Supervision Office of the Hanging Temple to organize a conspiracy to assassinate me, and then assassinate Thisi Fan Xian in Kyoto..."

"Fourth, the rebels colluded with rebel against Qin Ye, took out military crossbows from the inner treasury, and sniped the imperial envoy in the valley outside Kyoto..."

"Five, the thief ordered the palace to be stabbed into the palace. The third prince..."

The thirteen major crimes were a crime formulated by several major government offices yesterday, but the first seven counts were written by His Majesty. It was precisely because Chen Pingping's crimes were read out at the court meeting that the ministers realized that Old President Chen had committed such a great evil deed. Even the two scholars Shu Hu, who had been preparing to plead for the death, could not help but keep their faces bleak.

The six charges in the latter part were drafted by the six ministries, but they were just some charges such as possessing land and bullying men and overbearing women. Compared with the seven major crimes in the previous part, it seems too ordinary. However, no matter which of these thirteen major crimes is a dead end, and the thirteen counts are added together...

With the sound of proclaiming the crimes forced by Eunuch Yao with his internal force, it rang in front of the square of the palace, and floated into the ears of all the observers in the autumn wind and rain. The originally strange silence was immediately broken, and countless buzzing talks and angry scolding sounds sounded in the sea of ​​people.

Originally, there might be many people who came to watch the punishment with nervousness and complex emotions. As these charges resounded in front of the palace, their eyes turned to Chen Pingping became indifferent. Of course, His Majesty would execute him to death for such a crazy sinner.

"Kill him!" Someone in the crowd took the lead and shouted, and the crowd was excited, and the shouts of killing resounded throughout the sky.

Chen Pingping, who was on the court, had a look of indifference. The thousand-year-old ginseng soup woke him up, but could not save his life. He seemed to have seen through everything. All the indifferent and unswerving eyes were calm. The autumn wind and rain were so sad. The freezing was so cold that he was pale. His lips were blue, but he seemed to be unable to hear the deafening shouts of killing in front of him. He just turned his head in difficulty, as if he wanted to look at the person on the head of the imperial city who had been victorious and forever.

It seemed that he felt his intentions, and the wooden frame turned slightly, giving his muddy eyes a chance to see the imperial city.

On the high imperial city, His Majesty the Emperor of Qing Kingdom, wearing a black gold dragon robe, was standing alone under the eaves, standing in the middle. There was no one beside him, and the eunuchs and palace maids were driven away from afar, forcibly tied to Guanxingdi Third Prince. At this time, he was looking at his father's face from a distance with a pale face.

His Majesty the Emperor stood very high, far away, and extremely small, but in Chen Pingping's turbid eyes, it was still so clear.

The lonely emperor looked indifferently at his old friend who was surrounded by a sea of ​​people on the court. There was no trace of emotion in his eyes. However, this indifference was even more terrifying and creepy than resentment.

Last night, most of the steel beads in his body had been taken out, but blood was still left on the blade of his body, which was painful. The blood stained the dragon robe with black gold belts, and nothing could be seen. His Majesty the Emperor's face was slightly white and there was no smell of pain. However, when he looked at the miserable old friend under his feet, he had the desire to make him even more painful.

His Majesty the Emperor nodded gently. The third prince, who was about ten feet away, was pale in his face and subconsciously grabbed the city wall. After a long time, the third prince shouted to the bottom in a trembling voice: "Execution."

This shout made Li Chengze, a young man who was cold and cruel when he was young, almost crying because he knew why his father asked him to shout this. After the shouts in the imperial city, Eunuch Yao began to read out the last decree, which was the decree written by His Majesty last night.

"I have known you for decades and have been very entrusted. However, I am deeply sorry for my heart. It is so painful and painful. All kinds of crimes will be tried by the Three Divisions and executed by Lingchi. I will not hesitate to do so. According to the law, the family members are over 16 and over 15 years old, and they will be slaves. Now I will be punished and will not ask about the crime."

The will was clearly spread throughout every inch of land, every raindrop, and every ray of autumn wind in the palace, calm and decisive. Your Majesty did not mention the crime, but only said that my heart was betrayed and pained without hesitation. He also made mercy outside the law and did not punish the relatives of the eunuchs. The pain made people feel sad when they heard it.

However... these hypocritical words fell into Chen Pingping's ears. He just smiled slightly, letting the rain seep into his dry lips, lowered his head, and no longer looked at the emperor on the city.

The execution begins.

The fishing net tightly covered Chen Pingping's thin body, and it was extremely difficult to use the mesh to highlight the skin and flesh on the torso. A sharp and special knife fell down tremblingly, slowly cutting it off, separating the piece of flesh from the old man's body.

This was the first sword, and a mountain-like cheer came from the ground!

The blade left the mesh, and a piece of flesh fell on the ground, and was immediately picked up by officials from the Ministry of Justice. What's strange is that the wound in the mesh was a little white and dry, and not much blood was flowing out. It seemed that the blood in the body of the thin thief had flowed out, and the essence and blood had already been dedicated to certain things.

The executioner holding the knife is an old official in the Ministry of Justice. However, although he had drunk two cans of strong wine today, he still couldn't stop shaking his hands. He felt that the thin old man under his knife today was different from the official he had experienced, because there was no blood in the other party's body and no flesh. There seemed to be only a ghost in the other party's body, which made him so cold that he couldn't help but tremble.

After the second knife, the flesh and blood separated, and a few faint bloodshots flowed on the fishing net. There was another cheer. There were still hundreds, thousands or tens of thousands of knives behind it?

Chen Pingping closed her eyes tightly, her face pale, her lips were extremely closed, and her whole body was trembling, as if she was enjoying this pain that was beyond human ability. He suddenly slowly opened his eyes, looked at the executioner in front of him and said, "Your technique... is a bit... bad."

The executioner had never seen such a person in his life, and had already transcended the so-called toughness. All he had was indifferent to life, his own life and pain. Perhaps something in the old man's body had surpassed the pain? His hand trembled again and almost landed the knife on the wooden platform wet by the autumn rain.

Another knife, another knife, another knife, another cheering came one after another, but these cheers gradually became less and finally came to silence. All the officials and people who were observing the punishment closed their mouths and looked at the old man who was tortured with an extremely complicated emotion.

There was no scream, no cry, no begging for mercy, no asking for death, no cursing, the old man cut into pieces on the law field in the autumn rain was just silent, silence like death.
Chapter completed!