Chapter 551 Huang Sorghum Dream with the Wind

On February 23 of Zhengde's third year, from the morning, the atmosphere was extremely tense. The soldiers and horses of the Beijing battalion were dispatched, and the inspection of the people entering the city at the 15 gates entering the city became more and more severe. The brocade guards on the streets of the city were dispatched, galloping their horses along the street. The red armor was like clouds, their eyes were like electricity, and they staring at the corners of the city like eagles. Fall in the corner.

Although the people are nervous, they all know the reason. Three days ago, the whole city was full of government notices, and the case of rebellion against the king Zhu Huan was concluded. Today, they toured the streets and beheaded in public at the entrance of the vegetable market.

It is a pleasure for the people to see murder, especially when a prince is beheaded. It is inevitable to be happy to survive every day, and life is difficult. Now it may not be a bad thing. Isn't the noble prince going to be beheaded in public?

With a certain mentality, the people gathered one after another early in the morning, rubbing shoulders on both sides of the street, and the people all over the city are like a pool of ducks buzzing to discuss with each other. Some are happy, some are looking forward to it, and some look dull.

At the sound of the gun, hundreds of Beijing battalion soldiers opened the way, and Haohao, who escorted dozens of prison vehicles, set out from the square in front of the prison gate of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, went south out of the inner city through Chongwenmen Street, crossed Chongbei, Zhengdong, Zhengnan, Xuannan and Baizhifang all the way, went to Xuanwumen Street to enter the inner city, and Fucheng Gate in the inner city. The streets in Xizhimen, Deshengmen, Andingmen, Dongzhimen and Chaoyangmen pass one by one, and then return to Yongdingmen Street and go straight to Caishikou Street.

Along the way, the people crowded you pushed me to look at the prisoners on the prison car. For this reason, they were whipped by many soldiers guarding the Beijing camp. The white-haired old man with a proud waist and straight back on the first prison car was Zhu Yu. Zhu Yu's face was stunned and he couldn't see his emotions, but his heart was very regretful. After carefully preparing for several years of major events, it has not lasted for 20 days, and it is even as long as the rebellion of Liu Liu and Liu Qi, which is difficult to let go. Listening to the frightened crying of the family in the prison car behind him, Zhu Xiaoyu was actually full of regret.

At the north end of Caishikou Square, a high wooden platform had already been set up. Behind a long table sat seven or eight expressionless officials. When Zhu Huanqi was escorted to the wooden platform, he saw Song Nan sitting in the middle with a python robe and a jade belt. Song Nan's cold eyes were also staring at him.

Dozens of executioners** held their chests, and the ghost-headed knives leaned their arms with cold air. The soldiers put more than 30 criminals on the high platform. The executioners came forward in pairs, grabbed a prisoner and dragged them to the pile, kicked their legs, forcing them to kneel on the ground.

Knowing that the deadline was approaching, these people cried loudly, shouted injustice and refused to twist their bodies. An official of the Ministry of Criminal Justice shouted, "Don't make noise. Do you want to be punished before you leave?"

A beautiful descendant shouted, "We have not rebelled. Our palace abides by the law and has never had a desire to rebel. It is Zhu Yu, an old thief, who has been involved with us. We are wronged. The emperor is gratitude."

He shouted, and the rest of the dozen prisoners who were about to be executed also shouted.

The official of the Ministry of Criminal Justice shouted angrily, "If you don't listen to persuasion, come and give them some punishment."

Dozens of the Ministry of Criminal Justice suppressed and came forward holding sticks. It was a head-covering stick to the people who shouted around. Those people should not stop shouting at themselves and shouting injustice. Song Nan frowned and shouted, " Stop."

As soon as the beheading officer spoke, everyone quickly stopped. Song Nan walked slowly and came to the side of the beautiful descendants, looked at the death row card between his necks, and knew his identity. This man was a collateral son of King Jing. He was in the same generation as Princess Ping, but they were four generations away.

"Zhu Xiucheng, don't make any noise. At this point, no one can return to heaven. Go quietly and decently." Song Nan sighed.

Zhu Xiucheng's eyes were full of tears and sobbed, "Your Excellency, I don't know why I was convicted. I haven't seen him before when I was born. What does his rebellion have to do with me? My mother and I live in Lingzhou and live a peaceful life. I have no contact with the Qingwang Mansion for two generations. I am just a civilian. I have not received any title awards, and I have never received any favor from the Qingwang Mansion. Why should I be implicated? Is there any reason for this?"

Song Nan is speechless, which makes people sit at home and come from heaven. This is the tragedy of this era. You will never know when you lost your life. People you have nothing to do may be implicated in you. Song Nan wants to save him, but unfortunately there is nothing he can do.

"Why? My lord, can you tell me why this is? Zhu Xiucheng asked sadly.

Song Nan said quietly, "I can't answer you. If you have to answer, I can only blame your surname Zhu!" Don't make any noise, go on the road at ease, and join a good family in the next life.

Zhu Xiucheng burst into tears and turned his head to look at Zhu Yuqi, who was escorted and standing in the corner of the high platform. Suddenly, he opened his mouth and scolded, "Zhu Yu, you old thief, I curse you to go to the 18th floor of hell after death. You will never be reincarnated. How many people have been harmed by what you have done? You should be killed by thousands of knives."

Zhu Qi was right, and he didn't even look at Zhu Xiucheng.

A beheading officer came to Song Nan and whispered, "Lord Song, it's getting late. It's time to do something."

Song Nan nodded silently and sat down in the chair behind the case. A prison beheading officer shouted, "Ready to be executed."

Hearing this, the executioners picked up the big bowl on the stake, took a big sip of the wine in the bowl, spit on the edge of the machete, forked the prisoner's head and neck, pressed them on the stake, pulled out the death row card and threw it aside, and touched the neckbone.

"Don't move around. We will give you a happy time. If you move around, you will suffer more." The executioners lay in the ears of the death row prisoners and said this sentence, and raised their machetes high.

All the people in the audience were suddenly silent, and tens of thousands of eyes stared at the raised machetes. At this time, many people realized that this was not a joke. It was murder. With a knife, they put away their heads in a different place. They put away the smiles on their faces, and the cold came from the bottom of their hearts, and the backs were also cold. Qi.

The eyes of the beheading officials fell on Song Nan's body. Song Nan sighed and stretched out his hand to pull out a token to cast on the ground. The token fell to the ground, and he saw the machete fall. After several clicks, more than a dozen people's heads rolled down, and hot blood sprayed all over the ground.

The crowd roared, some people began to vomit, and some people covered their eyes and couldn't bear to look at it again.

"clean up the blood stains and continue the execution." The official of the Ministry of Criminal Justice shouted loudly.

The soldiers rushed forward, carried the bodies and heads, put them on the grass mat under the stage, and checked whether they were dead one by one. This procedure was purely superfluous, and they could still live in different places. That's really damn it.

The second group of more than a dozen criminals were escorted. These people seemed to have been pulled out of their bones and paralyzed into a ball at the mercy of others. Even the last broken-headed wine was poured down. The card wiped the knife flashed by, and more than a dozen people accounted.

There were only four prisoners still standing on the stage. Zhu Yu, He Jin and two other rebel generals were ordered to take the criminals to the stake for execution. An amazing scene suddenly happened. He Jin suddenly broke away from the hands of the two soldiers with arms behind him like an angry male dog and stood one end. Zhu Yuqi, who was beside him, hit the ground and shouted and cursed endlessly. He pounced on Zhu Yuqi and bit him.

Zhu Yuqi shouted bitterly, and his face was bloody. The soldiers hurried forward and dragged He Jin away. Zhu Yuqi rolled in pain. A soldier quickly reported: "This man's nose was gone and he was bitten down."

Song Nan and others were surprised and hurriedly left their seats to look, but they saw that Zhu Yu's face was full of flesh and blood. The front end of his nose, which was originally tall, has now become a big pit. On the other side, He Jin's mouth chewed blood and blood and scolded vaguely: "Old thief, I died with you. I eat your meat and drink your blood."

Everyone can't laugh or cry. This scene is the first time I've seen this scene, but it's not a big deal. Both of them are death row. Even if they die from each other, it's not a big deal. It's always hard to escape death.

He Jin took the initiative to ask for wine, and the executioner brought him a large bowl. He drank lightly, swallowed all the minced meat in his mouth into his stomach, and laughed wildly.

Song Nan's heart was disgusted with bursts of nausea. Although she had seen much more disgusting pictures than this on the battlefield, after all, it was a life-and-death struggle. It was the first time she saw the prisoner beheaded without resistance, especially in her heart who still sympathized with many of them.

"I'll take it and prepare for execution." Song Nan frowned and left after the case. He wanted to solve all this quickly.

"Soong Nan, don't go." Zhu Yu, with a bloody face, suddenly shouted.

Song Nan turned around in consternation, and Zhu Yan looked at himself and smiled.

"Do you have any last words?"

"Hey, no need for the last words. I'm just unwilling to be defeated in your hands. I have today, which is thanks to you."

"You were wrong. You asked for it yourself. Since you started such an idea, you are destined to have today."

"Hey, what if I killed you directly that night? Can you still live here? I regret that I shouldn't have made some detours. I should be more ruthless and cut you with a knife.

Song Nan sighed and said, "Why don't you still understand? It's either because of me, or if there is no me and others will destroy you. It doesn't matter to me whether this person or not."

Zhu Yuqi said, "Okay, it's too late to say this now. I just want to ask you one thing. I don't want to be a headless ghost. Can you leave me a whole corpse? Even if it's the reward that I didn't kill you that day."

Song Nan shook her head and said, "I can't be the master."

Zhu Yuqi shouted, "Don't you want to help with this?"

"I really can't be this master. If I have no head, I will die. Why should I pester these?"

Zhu Yu said, "That's my business. By the way, someone in the court wants to kill you. If you promise to leave me a whole body, I will bite that person for you. What do you think of this condition?"

Song Nan laughed and said, "Zhu Xiaoqi, you are unwilling to die at ease. When you die, you still want to stir up trouble. Look at the people in front of you. They are all died because of you. Many people don't know why they will die. You should think about how to deal with their revenge under the spring, instead of souing discord here. Maybe if you don't have a head, they won't know you under the spring, which may not be a bad thing for you. Come on, three o'clock in the afternoon, ready to be executed.

Two soldiers dragged Zhu Yuqi away. Zhu Yuqi shouted, "Song Nan, you son of a bitch, I won't let you go. And that unlearned and incompetent Zhengde child, you are not qualified to be the emperor. The world in the Ming Dynasty should be mine, mine..."

"Cut!" Song Nan shouted.

The cold light flashed, and the sour clicks were heard in the audience, and the wild screams stopped abruptly. A white-haired head rolled to the ground in an instant, and the life of Zhu Yuqi, the king of Anhua, who had a beautiful dream, came to an end.