Unofficial History of Emperor Wuzong of the Ming Dynasty

That night, no one came to visit. The wet and putrid smell of corpses drilled and chiseled through every hole, until the whole body was ripped out and only a heart remained, beating the chest feebly, like a prisoner beating Close the prison door.

Jiang Bin listened dazedly, half asleep and half awake, it seemed that he saw Emperor Zhengde again.

Emperor Zhengde was walking through the long and narrow tomb passage in his fine attire. The ever-burning lamps illuminated his golden silk-winged crown one after another, but his face could not be seen.The shadow under his feet became shorter and longer, longer and shorter, like a hair growing to a mature age, and then gradually bent to gray hair, so it went round and round, and finally came to an end.

Emperor Zhengde stood in a daze for a moment before walking towards the slope leading to the altar from the apse.He walked very slowly, and his movements were a little stiff.When he finally stepped onto the slope, he raised a pair of arms with great effort, groping for the densely packed scriptures on top of his head, his lips twitched, and he read half-understood.

Jiang Bin wanted to call him, but couldn't make a sound. After walking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.At this time, Fang Fang saw clearly that Emperor Zhengde's feet were actually hanging.Those shoulders shrugged strangely, as if he had been strangled by a rope and hung in the air, but his movements of raising his hands were so stubborn, as if he was about to tear his shoulder blades.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard a "Kara", and the black mass rolled from his shoulder to his feet. Jiang Bin backed away in shock, and opened his eyes instantly.

It turned out to be the sound of locking.

The domineering flying fish suit illuminated by the torch in the dimness is very familiar, but that face is raw.

"The time has come." Zhang Yong held the whisk and prolonged the ending.The only familiar face, but I wish I could never see him again.

Raising tigers was a problem, and Emperor Zhengde thought that he could use "make up for his mistakes" to subdue the "eight tigers" among the eunuchs, but in the end, he still fell into the hands of these villains who joined forces with civil officials to cause chaos.

"Where is he?" Jiang Bin was still sitting, looking at the absurdity of the world with only one pair of eyes.

Zhang Yong naturally knew who Jiang Bin was asking, but he didn't answer him.

The Jin Yiwei swarmed up to set up Jiang Bin and was about to put on the shackles. Zhang Yong raised his hand to stop him at this moment, and asked a little eunuch behind him to hold a jacquard robe.Every stitch and thread was sewn by Qiu Ying, and under the light of the torch, the dark patterns seemed to be ignited, one by one, and Jiang Bin's eyes were completely burned red.

But his heart was cold, as if it was covered with ice and snow that would never melt, a vast expanse of whiteness.

"Grace from Wang Shangshu." Zhang Yong raised his eyelids, and someone came forward and forced Jiang Bin to change his clothes.

"Which Wang Shangshu?" Jiang Bin let himself go, and had no intention of resisting these superficial efforts.

Zhang Yong didn't answer, just watched the robe being roughly put on Jiang Bin.Jiang Bin also felt that he was asking too much. How could Wang Qiong and Li Shichun be safe and sound?The one who was promoted to Minister of the Ministry of War because of his meritorious service in escorting was naturally Wang Xun.

The Jin Yiwei, who was not serious about his hands and feet, kicked over the bowl of wine that Wang Xun kept yesterday, and for a while, it was full of the smell of wine mixed with mutton.

Jiang Bin smiled self-deprecatingly, isn't he the lamb waiting to be slaughtered to sacrifice people's hearts?How many people are waiting to drink the wine brewed from his skin and flesh, so as to get drunk and dream of the dream of prosperity and wealth.

When he was driven out of the imperial prison, Jiang Bin could barely open his eyes, the dazzling light reminded him of the ecstasy outside the Xuan Mansion's compound.At noon, the cloudy energy was at its peak, and those innocent souls seemed to be smiling behind him, pushing him, so that he could quickly go on the road of no return, just like them.

It is heard that Liu Jin Lingchi was cut alive for three days and three nights before she breathed her last breath.Forty-seven hundred dollars, the once glorious "Emperor Li", just watched himself become a crumbling skeleton, life is really worse than death.Liu Jin died of "greed", but Jiang Bin died of "love". If it weren't for the chaos caused by Emperor Zhengde's life, it would not have given Wu Jie and others an opportunity to take advantage of.It's fine for him to die alone, he should never have hurt those innocent people.

He blatantly scolded passers-by, Jiang Bin's eyes seemed to be born in the crowd, watching from afar the once high-ranking martial arts school being sent to execution, pointing and discussing with the people around - I knew He has committed a heinous crime!

His face gradually resembled Liu Jin's, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, and finally turned into a fox.The fox leaped lightly into a lonely grave. There was a scholar kneeling in front of the grave. He was drenched by the heavy rain in an instant without being disturbed by the movement of driving the lightning...

cold.

Jiang Bin woke up suddenly, only to realize that the water was poured on his head, with a slightly salty earthy smell.He was so thirsty that he couldn't help licking his lips, his ears were buzzing, someone grabbed his hair and poured a few mouthfuls into his mouth.Choked and coughed for a while.The sound of chains behind him meant that he was tied to a pillar.

Jiang Bin raised his head with difficulty, and saw Zhang Yong not far away holding up the imperial decree on green and yellow silk, reading "unforgivable crimes, and should be executed in a hurry".

Jiang Bin pulled the corner of his mouth and looked behind Zhang Yong.The high Ninety-Five Supreme had such a familiar face, but in his eyes was a pool of stagnant water, with someone's bloated body floating.Now, he borrowed the dead body to revive his soul, and came to claim his life!

Withdrawing his gaze, he looked around laboriously, seeing that he was the only one who executed the execution, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.But after thinking about it, he became suspicious again. According to Wang Xun, he should be exterminated, why he was the only one to be executed first?If you really want to kill him, why wait until today?What is Wu Jie waiting for?Or who is he waiting for?

Emperor Zhengde?

No, you can't.

Now those military generals have all been wiped out in this power-scrambling conspiracy, and the eunuchs headed by Zhang Yong have all fallen to Wu Jie's camp, which can be said to be weak.And now that Emperor Zhengde has lost his appearance, even if there is some way to get rid of the golden cicada's shell, how can people believe that he is the deity?

Just as he was thinking, a shadow was cast in front of his eyes.

Jiang Bin looked up and saw four men covering their faces.The plain bunt wrapped his strong body, and the leader held a dagger in his two hands.It is heard that the executioner covered his face because he was afraid that the wronged soul would take his life, and he was not taught to know his appearance.

The two empty-handed ones were taller, and they stripped off Jiang Bin's robe and pressed his arms from left to right.The audience fell silent for a moment, tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on Jiang Bin's body.Jiang Bin's body is covered with long and short scars, which were once his proud feats, but now, it looks like a reckless person who hurt himself to flaunt his bravery. *The wound is always driftwood, drifting for a long time in the years, it will rot and sink, only the wound on the heart, death may not be able to be relieved, it is engraved on the head of the grave, embedded in the life, and the reunion and parting of this life are imprinted from generation to generation .

If he really died like this, he would not be able to keep his promise and be buried in one place.What about the afterlife?If there is an afterlife, do you still remember all the things in this life?Are they entangled endlessly, or are they strangers?Or, never even met.

It's ridiculous to think about it like this.Death is imminent, and such a foolish and affectionate son and daughter... How can he care about these funeral affairs?Just regret it.When regretting seeing you for the last time, you should say something decent.No matter how unpleasant it is, it's still better than never having parting, and then there is such an unclear separation of yin and yang.

With the tip of the knife raised, Jiang Bin looked up like this. He remembered that when he first met, Emperor Zhengde said that people are like falling flowers. At this moment, he can only wait for this gust of wind to beat him to pieces. ...the so-called fate.

When the knife fell, the gushing red captivated everyone's eyes, but it wasn't Jiang Bin's blood.Jiang Bin didn't see the move clearly, but only knew that the other three masked people had already fallen at his feet.

Amidst the commotion, the masked man who was about to carry out the execution had already picked up Jiang Bin and jumped off the platform.The crowd screamed out of the way for a moment, and a shrill voice behind them shouted: "Hold him!".

Jiang Bin was hung upside down on the masked man's shoulders, feeling dizzy for a while, and it took him a while to recover. He was looking at Wu Jie on the upside-down high platform with a cold smile.

Jiang Bin's heart turned cold, and he quickly grabbed his arm to say something, but he only focused on running, and all the eyes were dazzled by the cold arrows of the chasing soldiers.There was a whizzing sound in his ears, and seeing that he was approaching, the masked man turned suddenly, passed through the dyeing workshop to the side gate, unleashed the reins of a bay red horse in the wine shop, arched Jiang Bin up, and then protected him in front of him He rode his horse and ran wildly without looking back.He ran straight to the Zhengyang Gate, and saw that there was a mess, Jinwu guards in the same attire were killing each other, no one cared about the two who broke in from this place suddenly.

The masked man ran towards Yongdingmen again non-stop, Jiang Bin was thrown up so much that there was nothing in his stomach, only some sour water.He wiped his mouth and asked him with difficulty: "Who?"

But he didn't answer, Jiang Bin took advantage of the bumps and stretched out his hand to gently pull. Behind the mask was a face that had met once in the imperial prison, and now half of it was covered with hideous scars.At that time, Jiang Bin thought he was going to die, so he was ordered to visit him, and even bribed Qian Ning for Qiao Yu who wanted to see him for the last time...

The writing on the wall seems to have quietly grown into the flesh when touched, twisting the palm prints into crooked handwriting, full of grievances.But at this moment, the owner of that handwriting has returned to his soul, and saved him, the sycophant who cannot be blamed, at a critical moment.

"It's just a favor to be saved." Jiangxi Governor Wang Zhe, who should have died in prison long ago, straightened Jiang Bin's body and whispered in his ear.

Jiang Bin was stunned for a while: "Who is it?"

Wang Zhe didn't answer him, the scars on his face were like centipedes that penetrated under the skin, monitoring his every move, and would poison his blood if he had a second intention.

From a distance, the outline of the Altar of Heaven and Earth can already be seen, and the light shoots from behind it, like a crouching tiger.And his eyes were looking in the direction of Yongding Gate, watching with great interest how they escaped from danger.

Yongdingmen, the gate of the outer city, is guarded by the guards of the government and guarded by Jinwu guards.Even if the person who wants to save him can fight against the guards at the gate of the capital, what method will he use to get him out of the heavily guarded outer city?

As I was thinking about it, I felt the ground shake for a while.