Turbulent Times Chapter 216: Beheaded and sent off

In addition to Wu Sanpin, there are also Su Wei, the doctor of the censor, Li Shaowen, the official censor, Zheng Qing, the minister of the Dali Temple, and the new commander of the Hou government—an old man like Du Luoge, with a very similar temperament. The same gloomy old eunuch, all civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty only knew that the old eunuch's surname was Chen, and he seldom spoke.

The old **** surnamed Chen was expressionless, Wu Sanpin looked calm, but the rest of the civil servants were a little uncomfortable. Those prisoners waiting to die under the execution platform were once their colleagues, even relatives, and they had been happy together in the brothel and drunk together at the wine table, but now they want to watch them die, can't help but This made their fear of imperial power even deeper from the bottom of their hearts.

The rain falls on the eaves of the restaurant next to Caishikou, and then flows down along the water channel beside the tiles, forming a small waterfall from the sky. There are so many two-story buildings here, so there are more than a dozen small waterfalls, hitting the bluestone ground like white dragons. There was a crackling sound.

Wu Sanpin stood up and announced the decree loudly, but he couldn't hear clearly because of the pattering of these small waterfalls. The crowd of onlookers only saw his mouth moving, but they didn't know what he was talking about. Finally, Wu Sanpin's face turned serious, and he shouted sharply: "Cut!"

When the onlookers heard the word clearly, they immediately became excited, yelled in disorder, and squeezed forward, wanting to get closer to the wooden platform to appreciate the rare excitement and bustle.

The executioner on the wooden platform spat. He wiped off the rain on his face, put the big knife behind his back, stepped forward, stretched out his left hand and gently pressed the back of the first prisoner's neck, cut and recognized the position of the joint, and then roared, the light of the knife flashed!

When the knife fell, it made a muffled sound like a sharp knife cutting into pork.

With a sound of brushing, blood spurted out from the headless cavity, splashing far away. The prisoner's head slumped to the wooden platform, as if he was still afraid of the big knife of the Sui Dynasty, it rolled up and down, and it rolled to the wooden platform without stopping due to the force of the rain. On the edge of the stage, it fell down.

Seeing a dazed, blood-stained head falling to his feet, the people in Kyoto, who were still in high spirits before, took a big step back in fright.

Where the head rolled, a bloodstain was left behind, but it was washed away by the rain and quickly faded away without a trace.

Until this time, the people who were watching the execution gave out a round of applause, but there were not many people applauding, and it was not very neat, which seemed a bit sloppy. On the high platform, Su Wei, the doctor of the censor, and Zheng Qing, the secretary of the Dali Temple, who were sitting on the chairs next to Wu Sanpin and imprisoned, showed hesitation on their faces.

Immediately afterwards, the executioner made another stab, another head fell to the ground, another beam of blood went up to the sky, another cry of exclamation, and another life disappeared from the world. There were five executioners in total, but within a short time, nineteen prisoners were all beheaded, leaving only blood and corpses all over the floor.

As the beheading proceeded, the crowd of onlookers gradually became bolder, and the voices of applause became louder and louder. When the head of an official from the Ministry of Rituals finally left his body tragically, the sound that sounded even louder When the sky shook, it was extremely unpleasant to the ears of all the officials on the stage.

Several yamen servants from the Ministry of Criminal Justice were busy looking for the head of the prisoner who had fallen earlier in the crowd, but they couldn't find it after searching for a long time.

After a while, a black dog ran out from the crowd, holding a head in its mouth, biting the ears on the head with its sharp teeth, and a pair of dog eyes glanced around, but the light in the dog eyes had no reason It makes people feel cold.

"Wow!" The black dog got a scabbard from the official of the Ministry of Criminal Justice on his ass, let go of the head in his mouth in pain, wailed several times, and jumped into the heavy rain.

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Because the Hou Guanfu had solid evidence and the Son of Heaven was not too cruel, although 19 criminals were beheaded, Yang Jian chose these 19 people because of his hard work. The loss of one or two powerful families, coupled with other reasons, did not make a deal, and openly opposed the emperor for this matter.

But all the powerful families knew that this matter itself was the emperor's weakening of their powerful families, which made them more wary of the emperor.

The weakening and anti-weakening of the powerful families, the control and anti-control of the court, until finally reaching a tacit balance is the constant theme of the court for more than 20 years since the founding of the Sui Dynasty. This time the emperor was a little stronger, and it ended in the emperor's victory.

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The next morning.

There is a little light on the east side of the sky, but the sky on the west side is still dark blue.

The silent convoy left the Qin Anhou Mansion in the capital, and walked along the east-west avenue towards the west gate. In the early morning of late autumn, the chill was like a sword. There were only a few people on the wide east-west avenue in the capital, and the city was faintly visible in the distance. Soldiers on patrol.

The time was calculated in advance, the convoy arrived in front of the west city gate, just when the gate was wide open, the convoy could have left the city directly without stopping, but it had to stop at this time, because a group of people came out from the attic of the gate secretary, It was Fang Qiao and his party of thirteen humble officials.

Perhaps he also thought that sending them to other places as officials might make it difficult for them to reach the place alive, so Yang Jian considered staying in the third place, and finally left them all in the capital, and all of them were officials in the six departments of the three provinces. It can be said that it is a step up to the sky.

According to Wang Junlin's intention, he established a close relationship with these thirteen people and formed a kind of tacit understanding, but he would not meet if he could not meet, because he knew that his enemies in the capital were all powerful characters. Thirteen people would be very miserable. He didn't want these thirteen guys whom he had placed high hopes on to disappear before they grew up.

But the thirteen upstarts from poor families showed affection and righteousness. They found out in advance that Engong would leave the city today, and worried about missing the time of seeing them off, they waited here half an hour ago.

Riding on the blood-maned horse who was inexplicably excited because he was about to leave the city, beside him was the equally excited, already grown to the size of a full-grown leopard, Wang Junlin looked towards the house from a distance. Qiao, Wei Yunqi and a group of thirteen people cupped their hands and said, "Wang Junlin has been waiting for you for a long time."

This was the first official meeting of the thirteen people with Wang Junlin. Wang Junlin acted extremely peacefully. The thirteen people who have been bumped into walls recently, excluded, and despised are moved to a mess. There are a few emotional, relatively young guys with moist eyes. This was something Wang Junlin hadn't thought of before, and he couldn't help feeling ashamed. After all, he had selfish motives in helping the thirteen people in the first place.