The Blood Crown

Since Yan Sikong's death and Xie Zhongren's death, and the downfall of the eunuch party, this great eunuch who once dominated the government and the public has been imprisoned in imperial prison for three years.

At first, Emperor Zhaowu didn't kill him, and even let him "retire" in prison. One reason was that he had served him for many years and he was old, and the other reason was that he was one of the conditions for peace talks with Feng Ye.He once enjoyed the ultimate wealth in the world, even if he was imprisoned, seeing that Emperor Zhaowu couldn't bear to kill him, he still dreamed of making a comeback. When he knew that the situation outside was changing and the wolf king had entered Beijing, he thought "good death" It is impossible.

Emperor Zhaowu must find someone to evade the Feng family's injustice case, who else could it be except Xie Zhongren.

So, with numerous crimes, solid evidence, and enough to die thousands of times, he lived well for three years in the imperial prison, which can be called the best prison in the world, but a few days after the wolf king entered Beijing, he will be sentenced to death in Xishi The punishment of being late.

On the day of the execution, it was a sunny and sunny day. The vast Forbidden City was empty, and the Xishi Execution Ground was filled with crowds of people.

Feng Ye sat at the head of the execution platform, Yan Sikong sat on one side, Xie Zhongren was tied to the torture rack by Wuhuada, and Xie Zhongren and Han Zhaoxing's relatives from the nine clans were also in the execution ground, many of whom were expelled by Emperor Zhaowu On the one hand, they were arrested by Fengye again, there were as many as 600 people, old and young, women and children, and no one was spared.

Yan Sikong stared empty-eyed at the shivering death row prisoners, including many innocent women and children. He recalled himself under the execution platform looking at Yuanmao's head and family, and the second son of the Feng family who was unjustly murdered. Bai Yukou felt a little turbulent in his heart, but soon calmed down. Both he and Feng Ye had learned a lesson from their ancestors and from themselves - to cut the weeds, we must eradicate the roots.

The prison officer began to read Xie Zhongren's crimes aloud. Every word was bloody and tearful. He read it for an hour. Leaning on the armrest, he desperately restrained the trembling of his shoulders.

Feng Ye glanced at Yan Sikong, and said in a low voice, "You have finally justified General Yuan."

Yan Sikong said softly: "Yes... Unfortunately, only I can see it."

"From today onwards, the whole world will know that, just like my father's name of loyalty will be passed on to future generations, General Yuan will also be famous for generations to come." Feng Ye looked at the enemy tied to the rack with only cold eyes. Contemptuously, "Their spirits in heaven are also watching."

Yan Sikong thought to himself: "Father, are you watching, you must be watching, you can finally rest in peace."

After reading the crime statement, the prison officer asked Feng Ye whether to carry out the sentence at noon.

Feng Ye grabbed the lottery with a blank expression, and there were hundreds of people kneeling in the execution ground, crying loudly.Feng Ye frowned slightly, and paused for a moment, but the hesitation was only for a moment. He tossed his hand, and the torch landed on the ground with a crisp "snap".

Rows of executioners raised ghost-headed swords and chopped them down neatly.

The knife rose and fell, but in an instant, blood gushed out like a column, and the head rolled down.

Yan Sikong kept reappearing the scene of Yuan Mao's execution that year, the nightmarish scene, he thought that after 20 years, it should have been blurred, but now it coincides with the bloody image in front of him, and it becomes incomparably clear again.

His head and eyes were dizzy, and his heart and lungs felt as if they were about to burst.

Xie Zhongren was tied to the rack and saw his relatives being separated from each other one by one. At first, he cried loudly, but at the end of the crying, he became numb again and stared blankly at the living people snapping their fingers. become corpses.

600 people were beheaded at a time, and blood flowed like a river in the execution ground. Even if you are used to seeing mountains of corpses and seas of blood on the battlefield, no one can remain calm.

Feng Ye's face was tense, and he was as cold as a rakshasa from hell. It had been a long time since anyone had caused such bloodshed in the imperial city.

He did this not only for revenge, since he entered Beijing, there have been many officials who were unwilling to submit to him openly and secretly, and he was also killing chickens and monkeys.

When more than [-] people were executed one by one, it was Xie Zhongren's turn.

The executioner was an imperial physician from the imperial hospital, and Xie Zhongren once harmed his whole family, so he volunteered to do this dirty work.

The jailer removed Xie Zhongren's clothes, exposing his old and ugly body in front of thousands of people.Over the years, the common people have suffered a lot from him and hated him so much that the crowd screamed and shouted one after another.

The imperial doctor held a knife as thin as a silkworm leaf, and with this knife, he would carefully cut off every inch of Xie Zhongren's body until he died.

After the first cut, Xie Zhongren began to tremble all over, and the entire torture rack shook violently, which showed his pain.

Yan Sikong gritted his teeth, and watched intently.

He wanted to take all the pain, remorse, and fear of the dog into his eyes, so as to comfort the spirits of his parents and adoptive father in heaven. He sacrificed half his life for this day.

At first Xie Zhongren was still holding back, and after a few cuts, he couldn't help screaming. He was wearing a shackle and couldn't speak clearly, but he could tell that it was insulting and cursing Yan Sikong vaguely.

Feng Ye thought of his father who died in his arms and couldn't rest in peace, thought of him being in prison, tortured and humiliated by all kinds of punishments, and thought of the hardships he had suffered when he escaped in embarrassment and struggled to survive, he couldn't get rid of his hatred: "He is so old I don't know how many knives I can hold."

"Physician Jin is highly skilled." Yan Sikong said, standing up suddenly.

"what are you doing?"

Yan Sikong turned a deaf ear and walked towards the execution platform step by step suddenly, Feng Ye frowned at him from behind.

Yan Sikong walked in front of Xie Zhongren, his body was gouged out with bloody holes one after another, the scene was so bloody and horrifying that one will never forget it.

Xie Zhongren reluctantly opened his red and swollen eyes, and from those blurred pupils, deep fear and hatred burst out.

Yan Sikong looked at him calmly: "I spent 20 years just for this day, but unfortunately no one will avenge you in the future, because they are all dead."

Xie Zhongren struggled violently.

Yan Sikong suddenly picked up a piece of Xie Zhongren's meat from the plate in Imperial Physician Jin's hand, he looked at the bloody little piece of meat, and said calmly: "I swore in front of my father's grave that I would eat your meat and drink it. Your blood, on your bones, on your skin."

Xie Zhongren stared at Yan Sikong with wide eyes.

In front of tens of thousands of people in the execution ground, Yan Sikong put that piece of meat into his mouth without hesitation.

Xie Zhongren suddenly struggled crazily, as if seeing a ghost, fear was written all over his skinny and pale face.

Yan Sikong chewed slowly, endured nausea, and said softly: "Mm, rancid." He suddenly grabbed the plate and threw the piece of meat into the crowd of onlookers.

The people were so angry that they robbed and ate one after another, in order to vent their hatred for the world's most treacherous eunuch.

In the spring of the 39th year of Zhaowu, Xie Zhongren was sentenced to Ling Chi in Xishi, and was sentenced to 610 knives and died. Everyone in the world clapped their hands and cheered.

-

After Xie Zhongren's death, Yan Sikong locked himself in the house for a day and a night.

Thinking about everything and thinking about nothing, as if something that had pushed him behind his back for 20 years disappeared like this, but he suddenly didn't know how to move forward.

He suddenly looked back on his half life, and found that he had nothing but his life.When he was a teenager, he was full of ambitions, thinking that with his talents, he would surely make a name for himself in this world. Now that he has a name, he is notorious. Fame and reputation are in a mess. Most of the dung, relatives, friends, and loved ones turn against each other. He is afraid that his life is not as good as that of a mud-legged commoner who lives and works in peace. What is left of him?

He got his revenge, and then what?

Whether he was smart or not was mistaken by his cleverness. He reached a desperate situation and found that he was actually extremely stupid. He had to spend the first half of his life to see through it.

How can this be so?

How could this be so? !

He knew that now was not the time for him to feel sorry for himself, and now he still had unfinished business, he wanted to save Yuan Nanyu, and he couldn't let Han Zhaoxing go, but if these two things made him fulfill his wish, then what?

He keeps stirring up the wind and clouds in this world, is it because he needs a purpose to live?

No one in this world cares about him wholeheartedly, needs him, and he has no place to return to. He is a rootless duckweed. He grabs something and wants to cling to it, but it will never last long.

He once pinned his hopes on Feng Ye, thinking that Feng Ye was the one he was destined to be with for the rest of his life, but later... it doesn't matter if he doesn't mention it later.

There has never been a moment when he felt so strongly that he is a useless person. He once lived for revenge, so what should he do in the future?

It's really ridiculous, Yan Sikong's life is so ridiculous.

-

No matter how depressed he was, when Yan Sikong appeared in front of people, he still showed no flaws. With the title of Grand Tutor, he could do whatever he wanted in the capital, but he was accompanied by the guards sent by Feng Ye at any time.

After Xie Zhongren's death, Fengye began to eliminate those who opposed him in the capital, arresting those who were arrested, punishing those who were punished, and killing those who were killed.Everyone watched the wolf king become more and more ruthless and domineering. After all, no one can resist the temptation and corruption of authoritarianism, no one.

Yan Sikong was tied to Yuan Nanyu, so he had no choice but to take the initiative to find Feng Ye, and by the way persuade Feng Ye to be a little more lenient, which is a way to buy people's hearts.

Feng Ye has been busy eliminating dissidents for the past few days, when he saw Yan Sikong, he was dissatisfied and said: "You finally know that you came to me on your own initiative."

"I'm here to inquire about Que Wang."

"Feng Guozhang has become a lobbyist. There is no news today. Don't worry. Chen Yu dare not mess with Que Wang. I have his father and brothers and sisters in my hands. Even if he wants them all to die like me It's all gone, but in front of the world, he has to fight to the death to save him."

Yan Sikong nodded: "I heard that you have arrested many people in the past two days."

Feng Ye snorted coldly: "I don't know how to appreciate old things, and I don't know how to praise them. If you want to die for the faint king so much, then I will help them."

"Only those who are truly loyal can abide by the etiquette of ministers. If you kill them, you will only lose the hearts of the people and have the opposite effect."

Feng Ye said darkly: "If you don't kill, how can you shock the world? Only when the situation is stable can I rest my troops to support the people. As long as they have enough to eat, why worry about losing the hearts of the people."

"Now King Qin's army is still surrounding the outer city, just waiting for you to act immorally, and call on the people of the world to crusade."

Feng Ye's expression changed. Qin Wangjun is the last obstacle for him to sit on the world, but this obstacle is difficult to break through right now, and if one step is missed, all previous efforts may be wasted. He thought for a moment, and said: "I will lock it up first, and send someone to persuade me , they’d better not toast or eat fine wine.”

Yan Sikong let out a long breath, Feng Ye has already controlled the capital, and it seems that he is sure of victory, but his surname is not Chen, how can the princes of the Chen family let the country fall into the hands of outsiders? Fate?