MTL - Joy of Life-v7 Chapter 100 Laughing to see heroes are not waiting (2)

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The autumn rain of the fascinating nature fell naturally. The green trees on both sides of the Kyoto streets have not had time to yellow their own leaves, and only a few pieces of fallen leaves are helplessly proved to prove the coldness of the autumn rain and the strength of the autumn wind. The rain slowly moistened the earth, but the Limin people who worked hard in the market were tired of it. Because of the cool autumn rain, they did not like the chill of the body.

The scarlet palace wall is ignorant, I don't know how to be warm and cold, just silent and indifferent to the flushing of these rains. The rain drenched the majestic imperial city, and the bright red of the vermilion became deeper and darker, like a **** mark that was about to condense.

The deep palace gate was slowly opened with the snoring sound, and the newly-built brass nails on the big wooden door shone in the light. More than a hundred officials sneaked out in a complex expression. The Royal Road has been walking to the depths of the square, lined up on both sides. These are the ministers of the Qing Dynasty, responsible for all the affairs and people's livelihood in this country. However, in today's weather atmosphere, they can only be a silent observer.

The yellow **** of the Yellow Gate whipped up, and somewhere in the corner of the Imperial City, the drums screamed and screamed, screaming and screaming, hitting everyone in the heart of the imperial city.

The dynasty has ended. Today’s ruling party has only dealt with one thing. That is the crime of drafting Chen Pingping, the former director of the Supervisory Academy.

In the streets of the imperial city, many people from the Qing Dynasty gradually came. These people wore different colors of clothing, with different scent of chaise. Called by the drums of the palace, slowly marching toward the square in front of the palace. The crowd gathered more and more, gradually gathering the entire wide square, dense, like an ant.

From the early morning days, Kyoto Prefecture and all levels of Tuen Mun are beginning to beat drums everywhere and post warnings to inform all the people in Kyoto. What will happen today.

As long as the tip of the knife does not fall on one's own body, these people always have an interest in watching the fun, especially everyone knows that the official who is going to be sentenced to death today is the one who has been mysteriously supervising the director of the hospital, Chen Pingping. The interest of all people is even stronger.

The reputation of the Supervisory Academy in the official residence of the National Assembly is too loud. The image is too sinister, and the old dean in a wheelchair, few people have actually seen it, all the people have come to the square, they want to see, this big man is really as legendary As mentioned, the three heads and six arms are covered in black fog, just like the devil.

Especially know the devil of this supervision. Even if he did not dispose of it, he was mad at the palace and stabbed the Daqing dynasty, and the emperor of the benevolent and the people. All the people’s hearts gave birth to a heartfelt anger. They must watch how the villain is burned into a black smoke under the glory of the imperial power.

The Supervisory Institute has been known for its mystery and gloom for decades. Although it has always been aimed at the officialdom of the Qing State, it has been a hot and horrible act, and has offended Wenchen. It is offending the world's scholars. It is also offensive to the world, so the reputation of the Inspectorate in the private sector has always been extremely poor.

In folk legends. The Supervisory Academy is a gloomy scam that eats people without spitting bones. It is best at succumbing to slaps and confessing murder. Perhaps the Supervisory Institute has a lot of ways to see it, but this is full of Kyoto, Manchuguo, how many people in the world can know? However, it is a rumor.

Although in the past few years, there has been a dazzling little fan in the supervision court, which has slightly diluted the dark atmosphere of some of the supervision institutes. However, the time for presiding in the hospital is still short, and it is not enough to change the entrenched Monitor the impression of the hospital.

After all, there are not many things that can be changed. The people who celebrate the nationals and the local people admire the admiration of Fan Xian, and more are concentrated in his personal image standing in the cloud, but not too much for the supervision. Change more. For the people of Kyoto, there is a lot of people in the hospital, but there is still no good feeling for the square building. But there is a kind of fear in the subconscious, and the continuation of the fear is the anger of no reason.

Chen Pingping, the dark head of the legendary terrible horror, is about to die in front of himself. All the Kyoto people feel a faint excitement. Perhaps this is just an emotion that is naturally revealed by the people. This life has the opportunity to see a big man who was originally only in the legend dead in front of himself, and to talk more about his future boring life. Perhaps it was a good leisure activity?

Just like the spring murder case a few years ago, at the Yanshikou, the heads of those rite officials were cut down, and they were rolling around in the court. They were almost smashed by wild dogs. In this scene, I don’t know how many Kyotos were filled. The boring time of the bitter haha, how many cups of turbid bad wine were sent.

Another example is the Kyoto rebellion three years ago, also at the Yanshikou. I don’t know how many generals who participated in the rebellion were beheaded here. The blood was red and half a long street, and after a few days, it smelled **** in the sky. There was also the 13th city gatekeeper who ruled Zhang Deqing. When he was executed by Ling Xiao, the cry was so bad.

In the past three years, Zhang Deqing’s death has enriched the lives of the people of Kyoto with the help of a lot of spit. However, these major events in Kyoto in recent years are certainly not up to today, because today is the dean of the Supervisory Academy, the most loyal old black dog known to the world, but this black dog is actually crazy. To be slaughtered, haha!

And the place of execution today is not the Yanshikou, nor the killing in front of the penalty department, but the square before the palace! Since the founding of the country, the officials who were sentenced to the Ming Dynasty in front of the palace are probably only today. The people are excited to think of this. They can’t help but anger in the heart. The official named Chen Pingping doesn’t know how to do it. Things that are not going to happen will die in this place.

It’s not that no one is thinking of the little fan because of the supervision. But all the people in the prison have forgotten this point, and they never think that there is any connection between Xiao Fan and the old black dog. They are just some very common people in the market. They don't know the entanglements between the characters who ruled the country's land. Even some small and clever people will only think about it in the other direction. When they have just handed over the Supervisory Institute to Xiao Fan, they will kill the former dean. Is it probably to clean up the resistance and sin in the past inspectors for Xiao Fan?

Countless people poured into the square in front of the temple, nervous and indifferent. Excitement, sorrow for no reason, in the innumerable complex emotional package, surrounded the small land law field, surrounded by the soldiers and the Kyoto government responsible for maintaining order. Forced to keep the thousands of people outside the border, to ensure the quietness of the law.

You can't blame the people of the country, because they are used to it. They are used to knowing that they can know, to give up what they can't know, to enjoy what they can enjoy, and to be angry and allowed to be angry. Your Majesty is going to kill a minister, whether or not the minister is really guilty. However, they have been educated by the king to die, and the minister naturally has the truth of death, sin should die, never die...

The dense crowd is like a sea. Wandering in the flat square in front of the majestic Imperial City, the place near the palace gate was vacated, with an extremely simple wooden platform, this is the so-called law field. Surrounded by the vast sea of ​​people and the majestic imperial city, this method looks like a poor boat. It seems that it is possible to sink in the sea at any time. It is also possible to hit the imperial city of the imperial city at any time, and the bones are broken.

Along the open space below the Imperial City. A group of silent and chilling walked over, and walked over the two sides of the Imperial Road, subconsciously, and kept silent. More than a hundred officials of the Qing State came to the bottom of the small wooden platform under the curiosity of the Kyoto people not far away.

A stretcher was carried out in the prison car. An old man lay on the stretcher. The old man was unconscious and did not know life or death. He Zongwei looked up at the head of the Imperial City, his eyes slightly twitching, and waving his hand, the lifting stretcher was lifted onto the wooden platform.

I finally saw that today I was going to be a big official in the capital punishment. I saw this legendary dark old thief. The sighs of the Kyoto people at the forefront were sighing and immediately became silent. They looked at it. The old man, thinking in his heart, is this person already dead?

Three eunuchs came out of the imperial city gate in the black hole. The small **** on the left handed the crime on the court today. The small **** on the right hand held a high incense case. The case was executed by Chen Pingping. The will.

The **** in the middle of his face was Yao Gonggong. He did not have empty hands, but a small bottle.

Everything is ready on the wooden platform, and Chen Pingping seems to have been so thin that the thin body is placed on the wooden board wet by the rain. Yao Gonggong walked over to him and squatted down. With the help of the doctor, he was fed a pill and carefully fed the soup from the bottle into the dry lips of the old man.

I don't know how long it took, Chen Pingping woke up from a coma, lost too much blood, and he was extinguished by his life. His face was very pale and his eyes were murky. He looked at the Yao **** beside him, his dry lips slightly open, and the sound of sand slowly said: "The millennium old ginseng... wasted."

Yao Gonggong’s body trembled a little, but he did not dare to say anything, nor did he do anything. Instead, he looked at the old man with a crying smile and squatted back to the side of the wooden platform.

At the moment when Chen Pingping opened his turbid eyes, the body of Yan Bingyun, who stood behind the left side of He University, also trembled, but he calmed down and some looked down weakly. Previously, it was just a sweep of the eye. He knew that the guards in the court were so strict, and regardless of the dense squadrons around him, or the inner masters who were scattered around them, only those who wore linen and hats. I have already told Yan Bingyun that no one today can change this.

Last night, in the prison of the Supervisory Academy, there were four masters wearing hats, which made both Yan Bingyun and He Zongwei feel a little weird, but they all know where these sudden masters came from, but the autumn rain fell. At the time of the clear light, the ice cloud is extremely eye-catching. Under the skull, these masters have no hair.

It seems that the Qing Temple is a monk in the world. It is only... the great sacrifice of the temple is not long after the return of the mission in southern Xinjiang. It was strangely dead in the temple, and the two priests and three stone masters were devoted to the Junshan meeting. In the end, he died in the rain outside of Kyoto, and was defeated by His Royal Highness Princess.

The emperor squatted down to the heavens, the monks of the Qing Temple were dismissive, and the royal family never had much contact with the Qing Temple. Why are the monks in these temples suddenly appearing in Kyoto and appearing in the crowd? In front of me, appearing next to Chen Pingping’s dead court?

Yan Baiyun looked down and thought about it until today. He only knows that His Majesty has not only reached the peak of the human world in terms of its power, but even the Qing Temple has become a weapon in his hands. With this in mind, he couldn't help but sigh in the heart. Suddenly there was a shout like a mountain, and the shock immediately raised his head.

A wooden stand stood on the court. Chen Pingping's thin body was tied to it. The old man's clothes had been completely removed, revealing his pale body. His chest and abdomen appeared because of years of disability. Extremely small, in the cold autumn rain. It seems extraordinarily embarrassing.

The rain hits the body that is thin and has no life, then slowly squats and falls to the dust.

The shouting in the previous square was that the people of Kyoto who were watching the punishment finally saw the standing frame. I saw the treacherous traitor who was tied to the criminal squad, and shouted like a mountain, as the waves rang around.

However, this shouting became a silence. The first thing to silence was the people who were closest to the court, but whispered. The arguments spread from the front to the back. It didn't take long for it to become a shocking argument.

I don't know if any of the gods in the sky made a command. All the people in the upper and lower imperial city quietly and quietly at the same time. I don’t know that the places where thousands of people gathered at the same time have become like a dead silence. Even people who seem to be silent to the last party can hear the binding on the criminal frame. Chen Pingping's body ropes and wooden piles rubbed and snorted.

Not only were these people shocked, including the ban, including the officials of the prisoners, the eunuchs of the palace, and a very small number of officials in the supervision, all looked at the body of the old man on the torture stand. Thousands of pairs of eyes are looking at the old man's thighs.

There is nothing there.

Chen Pingping, the old dean of the Supervisory Academy, whose name is dark in the world... is actually a monk!

A silence, a million eyes, countless emotions, or pity, or shameless, or weird, or disgusted.

Yan Bingyun’s body finally couldn’t stop shaking. He lowered his head and his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes. He didn’t know the secret of the old dean. This secret, he just thought that those eyes were not just for the eyes. The old man’s legs in the court also looked at himself and looked at the officials of all the inspectors. This is an indescribable humiliation.

He clenched his fists tightly and his fingertips plunged deep into his palm. He finally understood the 95th Supreme on the Imperial City. Why do you have to impose a late sentence between the people? Torture must be accompanied by this spiritual humiliation.

The Emperor’s Majesty wants to declare to the world that this big man who dares to betray himself is just a slave in the eyes of a sly, just a dog, how to humiliate him how to humiliate him, he wants to respect Chen Pingping’s dignity, the supervision Dignity stepped on the foot and stepped on the eyes.

I want to understand all of this. I whispered in the mind of the ice cloud, and looked up with an unusually strong look. I looked at the old man’s murky and weak eyes on the court. I didn’t say anything, and didn’t do anything. His Yu Guangli saw that the faces of the court officials under the law court were also very shocked. They probably couldn’t think of their death. The old dean of the Superintendent’s Hospital, who is awe-inspiring on his daily life, is actually the most despised of these people!

This is Chen Pingping’s sadness. This is Chen Pingping’s secret. When he knew that his **** status was not many, most of them were already dead. Later, under the supreme grace of the emperor’s sire, he was strongly suppressed in the supervision institute. No one knows this fact.

Therefore, these officials will show such a strange look, but when they are surprised, their faces have a faint sorrow. The human emotions are always so strange. They have been convicted before going to the palace, and they are going to the palace to observe the faces of these officials. It is still awe-inspiring, and still maintains a respect and fear for Chen Pingping, who will die. However, at this time, these emotions are gone.

Yao Gonggong took over the eunuch's book on the ground. Forcibly resisting not looking at the old man on the criminal scaffolding around him, shaking his voice and beginning to read the 13 major sins of Chen Pingping, which was drafted on the ruling party. At this time, the autumn rain hit the law court, and the **** of Yao’s **** was extremely cold. An unspeakable sorrow of the same kind began to rise in his heart, but he must continue his work.

"One, on April 12, the seventh year of the Qingli calendar, the anti-thief secretly brought the drug into the palace. The chaos of the court..."

"Second, the thief repeatedly provokes and seduce with enthusiasm, and the temptation to lure the princes and make the father and son look against each other. This is a big revolt..."

"Third, the thief in the Hanging Temple made the Sixth Office of the Supervisory School host a conspiracy to stab, and afterwards it was in Nanjing."

"Four, the counter-thief colluded with the rebellious Qin industry, took the military from the inner bank, and killed the imperial minister in the valley outside Kyoto..."

"Five, the thief makes the thorn palace into the palace, stabbing the three emperors..."

The thirteen major sins were the crimes that were drafted in the past few days. However, the first seven items were under the guise of the imperial pen, and it was precisely because of the charges of Chen Pingping at the ruling party that the ministers knew that the dean of Chen had actually made so many bad deeds. It’s the two bachelors who were prepared to fight for the sorrow, and they lived in a bleak look.

The latter six crimes are drafted in six, but only some possession of land. It is too unusual for the crimes of bullying men and women to be compared with the seven major crimes. However, these 13 major crimes, no matter which one, are dead. Thirteen items are added together...

With the voice of the sin of Yao Gonggong forced out by internal force. It sounded in front of the square of the palace, and floated in the eyes of all the prisoners in the autumn and autumn rain. Originally, a strange silence was immediately broken, and there were countless embarrassing voices in the sea, and they scolded angrily.

There may have been many people who were only nervous and obsessed with complex emotions. As these crimes resounded in front of the palace, the eyes of Chen Pingping became indifferent, so that the sinner who was so mad and sorrowful, of course, would have to kill him. .

"Kill him!" Someone in the crowd took the lead and shouted, and suddenly the crowd was excited, and the sound of shouting rang through the sky.

On the other hand, Chen Pingping was only indifferent to his face. The millennial old ginseng soup made him wake up, but he could not save his life. He seemed to have seen everything. The indifferent eyes were just calm. The autumn wind and the autumn rain are stunned, and the people are frozen. His face is pale and his lips are black and blue, but he seems to be unable to hear the deafening shouting in front of him. He just turned his head in difficulty and seemed to want to take another look. The one who has been victorious and always victorious. Seems to feel his heart, the wooden frame slightly turned, so that his turbid eyes have a chance to see the Imperial City.

On the top of the Imperial City, wearing a black gold banded robes, the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, is standing alone and standing in the most central place. There was no one beside him, and the eunuch's palace ladies were driven away from the distance, and the three emperors who were forcibly tied to observe the will, were looking pale at the side and looking at his father's face.

The emperor's kneeling station is extremely high, extremely far, and extremely small in shape. However, in Chen Pingping's turbid eyes, it is still so clear.

The lonely emperor looked indifferently at the old companion surrounded by the sea in the court. There was no emotion in his eyes, but this indifference was more frightening and creepy than the blame.

Most of the steel **** in the body had been taken out last night. However, the knife edge of the body was still full of blood, and there was pain. The blood was stained on the robes of the black gold band, and nothing could be seen. The emperor's face was only slightly white, and there was no painful taste. However, he looked at the miserable old partner under his feet, but there was a pain that made him even more painful.

The emperor gently nodded, and the three emperors, who were holding the wall of the palace with their hands and hands, were pale and subconsciously grasped the wall. After a long time, the three emperors shook their voices and shouted: "Execution."

This shouting, actually forced Li Chengze, a young man who was chilly and hot, was about to cry out because he knew why his father had let himself call this. The shouts on the imperial city came down, and the Yao **** began to read the final purpose, which was the intention of his handwriting last night.

"There are dozens of acquaintances with each other, and the trust is very heavy. However, it is deeply guilty, painful, painful, and all kinds of sins. The three divisions will judge, Lingchi will die, and he will not hesitate. The following is a slave, and this is a sin and a sin, and I will not ask."

The purpose is to spread clearly and clearly throughout every inch of the land in the palace. Every rain, every autumn wind, is light but absolutely sinless. His sins are not guilty, but the heart is negative, the pain is not pity, and the end is extravagant. The sinful thief is a relative, and the pain is fascinating.

However... these hypocritical words fell in Chen Pingping’s ears. He just smiled slightly, letting the rain infiltrate his dry lips, bowed his head and stopped looking at the emperor of the city.

The fishing net tightly covered Chen Pingping's thin body. It was extremely difficult to use the mesh to highlight the skin and flesh on the torso. A sharp and special knife trembled and fell slowly. The meat and the old man were cut. The body is separated.

This is the first knife, and there is a mountain of cheers under the law court!

The blade left the mesh and a piece of meat fell on the ground and was immediately picked up by the officials of the Ministry of Punishment. It is very strange that the wound in the mesh is whitish, some dry, and there is not too much blood. It seems that the blood in this thin thief's body has already flown, and the blood has already dedicated all things. Go out.

The executioner of the knife is the old official of the criminal department. However, although he has already drank two cans of spirits today, he still can’t stop shaking. He feels that this thin old man under his own knife is different from the official he has experienced. There is no blood in the other's body, the other side has no meat, and the other person's body seems to have only one ghost, and the cold one can't help but tremble.

The second knife went down, the flesh and blood separated, and the faint blood of the blood was flowing on the fishing net. It was another burst of cheers. There are hundreds of thousands of knives behind?

Chen Pingping closed her eyes tightly, her face was pale, her lips were extremely closed, and she was shaking. It seemed to be enjoying the pain that non-humans could bear. He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the executioner in front of him and said: "Your technique...some...poor."

The executioner has never seen such a character in this life. He has already detached from the so-called hard air. Some are just indifferent. Indifferent to life and to his life and pain, perhaps something in the old man has surpassed the pain? His hand trembled again and almost fell on the wooden platform that was wet by the autumn rain.

Another knife, another knife, another knife, and a burst of cheers came and went, but these cheers gradually became smaller, and finally they were silent. All the officials who watched the sentence closed their mouths and watched the sentence with a very complicated emotion. The old man.

There is no misery, no sorrow, no pleading for mercy, no death, no chaos. The old man who was riddled with the ruthlessness in the autumn rain was just silent silence and death silence.

Therefore, all the people in the imperial city were silent, involuntarily silent, and silent silence.

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