The Blood Crown

At the time of ignorance, the officials in Beijing had already packed up their crowns, left the house, and rushed to the palace to participate in the morning court.

At this time, the sky was dark and hazy, and most of the capital city was still in deep sleep. Officials who were far away from the palace had to set off in the middle of the night. The wheels of carriages rolled over the bluestone road, making dull and repetitive sounds, and occasionally small stones flew Jumping up and hitting the carriage, it can scare the drowsy official inside the carriage.

Early court is a compulsory task for every official of the fourth grade and above in Beijing, and it is like this every day in winter and summer.

The same hour, the same etiquette, the same rules, the same people, the same court clothes, if there is no major event in the court, even the content of the early court is roughly the same.

But today, it is destined to be different.

This is different, starting with the court clothes prepared by the Yan Mansion for the master.

The court clothes are mainly black, supplemented by crimson. According to the grade and function, the feathers on the official hats, the belts and the patterns embroidered on the court clothes are very strict, and there must be no mistakes at all. The styles are all wide-sleeved robes with a broad mind, implying that "the beauty of clothing is called Hua, and the etiquette is great, so it is called Xia."

Court clothes must be clean and tidy, and no one should desecrate them.

But there is also a situation where you can go to the early court without wearing court clothes.

At this time, Yan Sikong was being served by Ali, wearing a robe of white inside and red outside, and the black gauze hat on his head was replaced by a Xiezhi crown. In the past, the Xiezhi crown could only be worn by the censor. Zhi is loyal and upright, and can distinguish right from wrong, good from evil, so it is worn by law enforcement officials to show their determination to enforce the law impartially.

This crown has been handed down to the present, and it has long been banned. Officials are all equipped with a uniform black gauze hat, but there is still an extreme situation where they can wear it, and at the same time wear this bright red blood-like robe, which means that the official must be on top of the early court. To do a major event that is famous all over the world and never regrets after nine deaths - dead bomb.

The so-called deadly impeachment is the real impeachment of sacrificing one's family and life as a testimonial, but one sentence of false accusation will be punished.When an official wears a red robe and wears a Xiezhi crown on his head, all impeached persons, as long as they are in Beijing, as long as they are alive, must be in front of them and accept the questioning of the emperor and officials.

It is difficult for ordinary people to have such a determination to die, so such a solemn death has not been seen for decades. Yan Sikong's actions today will definitely be recorded in the annals of history—whether it is praise or derogation for him.

When Wan Yang heard the movement and rushed over, what she saw was Yan Sikong's neatly finished back, she was stunned: "You..."

Yan Sikong turned around, and the embossed Xiezhi on the crown showed a ferocious look, as if he could swallow up sin and darkness in just a short breath, but his face was as calm as water, only those dark pupils, A storm is being planned to sweep everything.

He was tall and slender in robes, and the large swaths of blood-like bright red made his flawless and beautiful jade face more cold and solemn, so solemn that he was not like ordinary people, making people want to kneel at his feet, Don't dare to blaspheme at all.

From the first time she saw Yan Sikong, Wan Yang knew that the rumors from the outside world were true. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen except for her cousin, but he...he was a ruthless, ruthless, ruthless man. Shameless people.

Her heart sank: "Who are you going to impeach?"

Yan Sikong said clearly word by word: "Thank you, Zhong, Ren."

Wan Yang felt as if struck by lightning, the person in front of him looked so strange, as if they were meeting for the first time, it was ridiculous that this was her forehead son-in-law who had been married for three years! "You, you want to impeach Xie Zhongren?"

"There are still many eunuchs." Yan Sikong paused, "There are as many as 130 or eight."

"...Why?"

Seemingly thinking this question was a bit ridiculous, Yan Sikong curled his lips lightly: "The eunuchs do a lot of evil, everyone gets to punish them, why does Madam ask 'why'?"

Wan Yang bit his thin lips lightly: "Aren't you one of them?"

"Madam is right, so I want to impeach myself." Yan Sikong stepped aside and showed Wan Yang what was behind him.

It was a shackle.

Ali picked up the shackle and looked at Yan Sikong hesitantly.

Yan Sikong solemnly raised a half-foot-thick memorial with both hands: "Come on, put it on for me."

Wan Yang rushed up a few steps, staring at him closely: "Yan Sikong, what are you trying to do?!"

Yan Sikong said softly: "Ma'am, don't worry, be careful if you move your fetus."

After being reminded by Yan Sikong, Wan Yang remembered that he hurried over when he heard the movement, and forgot to wear a fake pregnant belly. Fortunately, she was graceful and slender, not conspicuous, so she subconsciously covered her stomach, Suddenly, she suddenly realized, and pointed at Yan Sikong in disbelief: "You...so you did it for..."

Yan Sikong patted her on the back reassuringly: "Will Madam intercede for me?"

Looking into Wan Yang's eyes with those deep eyes, Wan Yang shuddered, and she tremblingly said: "Yan Sikong, are you a human or a ghost..."

"Walking in the world is a human, walking in the underworld is a ghost." Yan Sikong smiled, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Guess what, when I walked through the capital, walked through the Meridian Gate, Stepping across the Jinshui Bridge, the magnificent palace with carved beams and painted buildings, is it the world or the ghost realm?"

Wan Yang took a few steps back in shock, looking at Yan Sikong's eyes full of fear.

"Going here for my husband, life and death are unpredictable, Madam Wang will plead for me because of our relationship." Yan Sikong raised his hand again and ordered, "Ali."

Ali put a heavy torture shackle on Yan Sikong, and the crisp sound of iron objects colliding and buckling echoed in the room, making the already dull air even more solidified, making it difficult to breathe.

"So it's so heavy..." Yan Sikong murmured.This thing, Yuan Mao wore it to the execution ground, Feng Ye wore it to the prison, and Yuan Nanyu carried it on his thin body and walked the road of exile for thousands of miles at the age of 13.

What is the pain and suffering he has suffered?

For seventeen years, he has dreamed of putting this thing on the neck of his enemy for 17 years, but now, he is going to realize it.

Nothing can stop him.

Wan Yang just watched Yan Sikong put on the torture shackle, held the memorial of the death bullet respectfully with both hands, and walked out step by step.

Yan Sikong didn't take the carriage, because he was already a victim at this moment, so he walked towards the palace on foot.

On the way, he met people who got up early to work and officials who went to court like him, and they all looked at him in shock.The closer he was to the palace, the more people knew him. Everyone was overwhelmed by his clothes and the murderous look on his face, and no one dared to ask him.

From the palace came the solemn and thunderous sound of the Jingyang Bell. For hundreds of years, dynasties have changed, and the country has changed hands. This represents the majesty of the empire, but the bell has not been interrupted for a day.

The officials passed through the Meridian Gate as usual and gathered in front of the Taiji Hall. The imperial eunuchs waved their clean whips and made three crisp sounds. Walk across the Jinshui Bridge and enter the main hall.

Among them, Yan Sikong, who was dressed in a red robe and wearing a prison shackle, was very eye-catching among the hundreds of officials, and everyone whispered and panicked.

When Yan Sikong stepped over the high threshold of Tai Chi Hall, he suddenly paused.

The officials behind him followed him and stopped, and the officials in the other row had to stop in order to keep the line in order. He tilted his head slightly and urged cautiously, "Lord Yan?"

"There are so many knife points." Yan Sikong sighed softly as he stared blankly at the luxurious palace.

The man was puzzled: "...where?"

"Underfoot."

Yan Si finished his speech, stepped over the threshold, straightened his chest, and walked in step by step.

When Emperor Zhaowu looked at Yan Sikong, his expression changed suddenly, he seemed to have guessed what Yan Sikong was going to do, the top of his head was filled with cold, but the soles of his feet suddenly became hot, giving birth to an urge to escape.

He stared blankly at all the officials kowtowing and saluting for a long time, then asked Yan Sikong tremblingly: "Yan Qing, what do you want...to do?"

Yan Sikong went out, knelt down with his knees straight, held up the thick memorial in his hand, and the pages and pages of black and white letters contained the bloodiest and ugliest crimes in the world. He said loudly: "My lord, Yan Sikong, impeach the treacherous eunuch Xie Zhongren and his 130 eight henchmen for 370 four major crimes." He paused slightly, "Including ministers."

Full of shock!

Emperor Zhaowu slumped on the dragon chair, his eyes wide open, speechless for a long time.

Yan Sikong continued: "Here is the impeachment memorial, and I have another evidence of a bullock cart, so I ordered my servants to wait outside the Meridian Gate, and I can submit it to the San Judiciary at any time."

Those were the crimes that he and She Zhun had spent more than ten years carefully collecting the crimes committed by eunuchs in various places. The time span was as long as 20 years, and the evidence of the crimes was clear and shocking.

There was a sound of gasping, all the officials had their own ghosts, and some of them were so frightened that their calves were trembling.

At this time, Meng Duo stood up and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, Lord Yan is wearing a Xiezhi crown and wearing a red robe to show his determination to die. According to the ancestral system, His Majesty should lift Xie Zhongren from prison." Hall of Tai Chi, listen respectfully to his impeachment." He looked around, "As for the rest of the officials, except for those who are far away and those whose rank is not high enough to go to court, they are probably here."

Emperor Zhaowu opened his mouth, and the flesh on his face trembled. He raised his hand and issued an order: "Bring... the guilty minister Xie Zhongren to the Tai Chi Hall."