I just want salted fish

Chapter 92

Two months later, when the autumn harvest was over, a group of war criminals were executed at the capital execution ground.

The emperor ordered Hou Meng to be imprisoned.

He also summoned Feng Linlin to watch the execution with him.

Feng Linlin received the letter, sighed and got up from the bed, and asked Kouer and Xiao Huangrong to help her dress up.

Ko'er worriedly put rouge on her face: "Miss, you have been burned since last night, and the emperor still doesn't know about it. If you don't tell him, you won't go today?"

Xiao Huangrong also persuaded: "Yes, miss, the execution ground is very dark, if you watch too much at night, you will have nightmares and hurt your vitality."

Feng Linlin looked at the person in the mirror, and realized that his complexion was really ugly, and said, "I'm fine, don't worry... just put on some more rouge."

She knew that if she didn't go today, there would be a gap between her and the emperor.

He had already mentioned Qianzhong twice in front of her.

The first time was to ask her why she talked to Qianzhong, and the second time was to doubt the nickname she gave her son.

Although these two times, he acted like a baby, and he passed away after being comforted by her.

But he just mentioned it a third time, insisting that she watch Qian Zhong die.

Qian Zhong was a thorn in his heart.

In order to be in love with the emperor and to complete the task, she had to go out and pull out this thorn herself.

After Feng Linlin finished dressing, she walked outside the palace, and the imperial chariot was ready.

According to the usual practice, Kou'er and Xiao Huang Rong were also accompanying, but Feng Linlin didn't want to scare them, so he let them stay.

Not long after I went up, the emperor also came.

These days, the emperor has changed a lot.

Following Fengxuan's good example, the emperor began to transform from incompetent to diligent and caring for the people. Although he didn't know what was going on in his heart, it seemed that the transformation was quite successful.

The previous emperor spent countless hours every day making troubles about Feng Linlin, but now he often hangs out for three to five days, and does not spend the night in other concubines' palaces. He stays in the imperial study all day long, studying hard and making progress every day.

When he saw Feng Linlin, the emperor was still very affectionate. Seeing that the curtains were all down, he came over with a smile: "A Lin, kiss."

Feng Linlin covered his mouth and said, "There are still people outside."

The pursed mouth kissed the palm of her hand, and the emperor took her hand and asked, "Your hands are so hot, are you sick?"

Without waiting for Feng Linlin to answer, he added another sentence: "If I want to kill him, are you sick from worry?"

Neither annoyed nor angry, very ordinary tone, even with a little grievance.

Normally, Feng Linlin would be able to deal with a flower, but at this time, she was not in the mood.

She pulled out her hand angrily, and said coldly: "If the emperor says that again, the concubine will go back!"

The emperor hugged her tightly: "I won't let you go!"

Being strangled by his strong arms, Feng Linlin sighed silently.

Never marry an insecure man.

This kind of man not only worries about gains and losses all day long, but is also often suspicious.

The periphery of the execution ground is already crowded with people.

People who lacked entertainment in the past heard that they could watch the emperor, the imperial concubine, the little general Hou, and the murderer, so they got up early to occupy the land.

As soon as the imperial chariot arrived, there was no need for officers and soldiers to drive it. The people spontaneously gave way, knelt on the ground, and shouted, "Long live the emperor, and a thousand years for the empress."

More than half a year ago, they still thought that the emperor was a big idiot who would bring disaster to the country and the people, but after this battle, and Fengxuan set up people for the emperor everywhere, now in the eyes of the common people, His Majesty the emperor is really wise and wise, wow!
Even the imperial concubine next to the emperor who gave birth to the emperor star is also a brilliant helper and a qualified mother of the country.

The emperor stepped into the execution ground enjoying the cheers of the crowd.

Feng Linlin followed him, and inevitably saw the group of war criminals tied up.

The prisoner had already swam across the street before being taken to the execution ground, his body covered in rotten eggs and rotten leaves thrown by the common people, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

They had already gone through a painful prison, and after a parade, their hair was disheveled and they were inhuman.

Even though everyone in the group had a dove-shaped face, Feng Linlin still recognized Qian Zhong at a glance.

When they first met, Qianzhong was dressed as a beggar, not much more respectable than now, when he was only a teenager.

Feng Linlin closed his eyes, followed behind the emperor, walked up to the stage step by step, then sat down, and looked at the prisoners in the execution ground from above.

Supervisor Hou Meng sat on a slightly lower stage.

The weather was overcast and thundery, and it seemed that it would rain at any time.

The sundial can't show the time, and the execution ground uses a water leak.Seeing that the water leaked until noon, the time teller shouted: "It's noon—"

Hou Meng asked the emperor for instructions, and when he got a reply, he said, "Take the beheaded prisoner to the front!"

Immediately, soldiers stepped forward and pushed half of the prisoners on the field to the beheading platform.

The executioners covered in flesh and blood raised their sharp knives horizontally.

Hou Meng threw the bamboo tablet in front of him down the stage, and said in a steady voice with a hint of pain, "Decapitation order—execution!"

Large pieces of knives fell down in unison, and heads rolled down one by one.

Blood spurted out, dyeing half of the sky red.

Feng Linlin looked at all this blankly.

No surprise, no fear, no ducking.

After beheading, the car is split, that is, the body is divided by five horses.

Such cruel punishment was reserved for the group of monks in Qingguang Temple.

The emperor knew that they were all innocent, but he still wanted to make an example of them.

A group of war horses were driven out, and the monks who had grown hair were roped around their limbs and heads.

The abbot, who was implicated by innocence, was still very devout at the end of his death, clasping his hands together and chanting the Buddha's name silently.

Inspired by the master, all the monks to be slaughtered sat on the ground and recited the mantra for themselves and their dead companions.

The people who were quartered by five horses wailed, and the common people were terrified.

The disciples were executed one by one, and finally it was the old abbot's turn.

The old abbot calmly walked among the pile of broken corpses and rotten flesh. Before lying down, he looked at Qianzhong, then at the emperor, and finally at Feng Linlin.

His mouth moved, as if to say something.

But it was too far away, Feng Linlin couldn't hear it.

After the old abbot died, it was Qianzhong's turn.

The emperor deliberately let him witness the tragic death of all his companions before he was willing to send him on his last journey.

The thousand-weight and thin man with only his bones left was pushed away by the soldiers, and walked with ease, staggering.

He was led to the gallows with a noose around his neck.

Before execution, the emperor asked him: "What else do you have to say?"

Qianzhong looked at him with indifferent and distant eyes: "I will come back."

Feng Linlin: "..."

The hanging head was ordered to fall to the ground, and the thousand weights were hung up.

Hanging rotten vegetables, swaying in the wind.

The rain also began to fall, getting bigger and bigger.

This was supposed to be a miserable and heartbroken scene, but because of Qianzhong's last sentence, Feng Linlin not only didn't feel sad, but felt absurdly funny.

It's like friends fighting monsters together. One of the friends unfortunately received the box lunch. Lying on the ground, he didn't forget to type on the public screen: "Good brother, see you on the next map!"

well.

In this life, they have played to the end.

See you next time, she's going to beat the shit out of these two!
　Two more today

　　
　
(End of this chapter)