The Emperor of the Three Kingdoms Dominates Ten Thousand Realms System

"How is the Yue Family Army?" Zhao Gou asked in a deep voice, his eyes were a little apprehensive.

Today, his involvement with Yue Fei's entire family is enough to arouse the indignation of the world, but as Yue Fei's direct army, it is bound to cause turmoil.

As the most powerful army now, Zhao Gou must be very afraid.

"Your majesty, please rest assured that I have already sent people to send messages to the various armies around the Yue family army. Once the Yue family army dares to rebel, the various armies can suppress it immediately." Qin Hui smiled coldly and made a gesture of wiping his neck.

As all those who framed Yue Fei for nothing, he naturally planned everything, after all, it was also related to his wealth and life.

If Yue Fei is not dead, it is difficult for him to live.

He must let Yue Fei die.

And Yue Fei's whole clan.

"Let's do it." Zhao Gou nodded reassuringly, and waved his hand at Qin Hui.

"Follow the order." Qin Hui cupped his hands and cupped his fists, and slowly retreated.

Storm Pavilion.

It is not the name of a pavilion, but the name of a Dali Temple in the Song Dynasty.

now.

It's late at night, and it's fast approaching midnight.

And why did the execution of Yue Fei's whole family be arranged in the middle of the night?

Because in today's Song Dynasty, Yue Fei's prestige is unmatched by anyone, if Yue Fei is dealt with in the daytime, and the people in the capital know about it, it will inevitably cause people to go crazy, and even save people in the execution ground.

So for Zhao Gou, secret disposal is the best.

As far as Qin Hui was concerned, he would be safe and sound if he could execute Yue Fei as quickly as possible.

Storm Pavilion.

Under the escort of several yamen servants, a middle-aged heroic man with shackles on his hands and feet, injured all over his body, but his body was straight, walked forward step by step, and saw his face, which was upright and heroic show.

Even in the face of such a scene, there is still no panic.

He is none other than Yue Fei, who has been hailed as a hero through the ages.

"Hey."

The yamen servants who escorted Yue Fei looked at each other, with unbearable and anger in their eyes.

After Yue Fei was taken into prison, the people all over the world knew that Yue Fei was wronged, not to mention them, the government servants in Dali Temple.

They saw with their own eyes that Qin Hui tortured and extorted a confession, trying to make Yue Fei tortured into a trick.

All the unwarranted crimes were seen by them.

They felt grief, anger, and worthlessness for Yue Fei.

They even wanted to help Yue Fei escape from prison, but in the end they were mere yamen servants, unable to disobey Qin Hui's orders, let alone disobey the aloof Zhao Gou.

"What are you doing slowly? Why don't you go fast?"

Behind several yamen servants, an official scolded angrily.

"My lord, there is still a long time before Zishi, why are you so eager?" A yamen servant said sullenly.

"good."

"My lord is a little anxious."

Several yamen servants spoke one after another, expressing their dissatisfaction.

Since they came out of the prison, they have been delaying as much as possible to see if there will be a turning point to save Yue Fei.

But obviously.

There will be no turning point at all.

"you..."

Seeing several yamen servants like this, the official glared angrily, and didn't dare to say anything more.

It is clear.

He was sent by Qin Hui to supervise and execute him.

Yue Fei ignored the official and walked slowly towards the Fengbo Pavilion.

Stand inside the pavilion.

Looking up to the sky and looking at the night where you can't see your fingers, all kinds of things appear on your face. There is no unwillingness to die, only grief and indignation at the heart of serving the country, and helplessness at being accused of unnecessary crimes.

"Fishing with anger, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up, looking up to the sky and screaming, full of enthusiasm. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of road clouds and moons. Don't wait for nothing, the boy's head is white, empty and sad..."

"The shame of Jingkang is still unresolved. The hatred of the courtiers, when will it disappear. Drive a long cart to break through, and Helan Mountain is missing. Aspirations hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu's blood. Waiting to start all over again, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky..."

Yue Fei looked up to the sky and sighed, and an eternal swan song spit out from his mouth.

With the expectation of serving the country and joining the army when he was young, and the determination to die for the country, he has a strong heart to serve the country until now.

And the latter sentence shows his unwillingness to be humiliated by the current dynasty, and even more unwilling to defeat the Kingdom of Jin and revive the prestige of the Han family in the Central Plains.

Hearing the eternal song from Yue Fei's mouth.

The eyes of the yamen servants present were misty, and they looked at Yue Fei with pity and pity, and couldn't bear it.

Only the official sent by Qin Hui still had a cold expression on his face: "What kind of loyalty to serve the country, just a traitor and traitor."

"you..."

Hearing his words, several yamen servants clenched their fists, showing a kind of anger.

If it wasn't because he was his immediate superior, maybe they would get angry and beat him up.

"Hey, after all, the Kingdom of Jin has not been completely expelled from my Central Plains, and the ambition in my heart has not been realized." Yue Fei sighed in his heart. At the last moment before he died, what he still cared about was the expulsion of the Kingdom of Jin, and even the destruction of the Kingdom of Jin. .

"General Yue, your grievances will be avenged."

"The current imperial court is dominated by treacherous officials, but one day, all treacherous officials will be executed."

Several yamen servants clenched their fists, looked at Yue Fei and muttered to themselves.