Volume 1: Wind Rises in the Mountains and Lakes Chapter 167: Death Row
In the palace, Prince Ping Hong'an hurriedly walked towards Emperor Hongtai's chamber, and saw an eunuch in front of him.
"Hurry up and report that the king is here! There is something urgent and I need to meet with the emperor!"
Hong'an looked anxious and threw a bead into the hands of the minister. The latter smiled and when he bowed his hands, the beads were gone.
"There will be a court meeting this morning. I wonder if the Emperor has withdrawn from the court. I'm going to have a look. Your Highness, please wait a moment!"
Hong An looked at the ministers walking away, pacing back and forth, holding his hands together and frowning. After half a stick of incense, the minister came back and saluted him: "The emperor has returned! Your Highness is coming with the minister!"
Hong'an's expression softened a little, and he put another bead into the hand of the minister and asked, "Is there anything important to discuss at the court meeting?"
The minister picked up the beads, looked around, and then whispered: "I heard that the Huafang case was concluded the night before yesterday. The emperor was so angry that he ordered the criminal to be executed by execution. He will be executed at noon today!"
Hong'an's expression changed drastically, and he kept urging: "Hurry! Take me to see the emperor quickly!"
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Lin Yi lay on the damp ground and fell asleep.
... He flew in the wind, heading straight to the sky, flying higher and higher... Layers of strong wind were surging around him, endless clouds and mist were churning... He was still flying, and after a long time, a new world suddenly appeared before his eyes...
"Lin Yi, get out of here, there's good wine and meat waiting for you!" The iron chain hit the fence of the iron cage, making a jingling sound.
Lin Yi woke up from his sleep and opened his sleepy eyes. He looked around at the dim surroundings and couldn't help but ask: "What time is it?"
The soldier smiled evilly and said: "Your good days have come, the time has passed now, please get up quickly!"
It was dark in the dungeon, and no one could tell the time. Lin Yi slowly got up, but heard the old man next door say hastily: "Young man, young man——!"
Lin Yi knelt down and asked, "Old man, what are your orders?"
The old man was lying on the haystack, looking at Lin Yi, and said sadly: "I want to die, but I can't. And you are still young! I give it to you!" As he said this, he raised his hands tremblingly.
Lin Yi looked stunned and asked hurriedly: "Old man! What do you mean?"
The old man stared at Lin Yi, sighed, shook his head and was speechless.
Lin Yi's heart sank, and he silently bowed his hand to him.
After getting out of the iron cage, Lin Yi was held by two soldiers and walked through the underground corridor to another room.
In this room, there were more than a dozen soldiers standing against the wall. Each of them was tall and thick. They were tougher and a little more evil than the few men Lin Yi had seen before.
There was another person sitting in the room, a prisoner with shackled hands. This man was in his fifties, with a pale face, a long beard, and a bookish air. However, his expression was deathly lonely and his eyes were blank.
Lin Yi was pushed to the stool next to the prisoner and sat down amidst the shouts of everyone.
Carefully sitting next to the stool, he gently sat down. A faint burning pain came from his buttocks, which made Lin Yi smile with bared teeth, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes. Even if he didn't perform the exercises to heal his injuries, after sleeping for a night, the spiritual power in his body would start to work on its own, and most of the stick wounds behind him would be healed. But the temporary pain was unavoidable, and it was considered his own fault.
Suddenly, Lin Yi's expression changed, and in his consciousness, above the dungeon, a familiar figure was walking out of the courtyard of the Tianlao in a panic. What is he doing here? Could it be...that's why...
"After eating and drinking, we are ready to go!" A soldier came to Lin Yi and the scholar-looking man with a wooden tray, and put down a jar of wine and a large bowl of meat.
The light in front of the door dimmed, and a person walked in. It was Captain Lan Ping. He looked at Lin Yi and the two of them coldly and said, "Eat and drink quickly, don't waste your time!"
The scholar-looking man sneered: "I don't care if I don't want to drink this guillotine!"
Lan Ping smiled nonchalantly and said, "Mr. Yang, why bother? The emperor wants to kill you, and he has even given you a companion so that we can go on the road together!"
The prisoner, who was called Mr. Yang, sighed: "Learning literary and martial arts will help the emperor's family. Now I know that the emperor wants eagles and dogs, not scholars like me. That's all, I will use my life to warn future generations." Descendants!"
It turned out that this man was also an official of the DPRK. He was over fifty years old and did not die well. Seeing that this person is also an upright person, such people cannot stand in the temple. Lin Yiyi had some clues about what was going on in the court. The same is true for Mr. Su. Come to think of it, good people cannot be officials.
Lan Ping raised his head and signaled that two strong men had caught Mr. Yang. One person stretched out his iron-like fingers and squeezed gently, forcing the person under his command to open his mouth. The other person picked up the wine jar and drank it down.
Master Yang was choked with tears and snot running from his nose, and he was helpless and unable to move. In the blink of an eye, a small jar of strong liquor was poured into his stomach, and the two men dropped it.
At this time, Mr. Yang's originally pale face had turned a burgundy color. He was so ashamed and angry that he cursed at the two men.
The people in the room seemed to be used to this kind of scene, and they sneered at Master Yang's behavior and ignored it.
Lan Ping muttered, if you don't eat the toast, you will be fined. With a look from his eyes, the men by the wall swarmed up, pulled Mr. Yang over, and tore off his clothes three times, revealing his skinny body.
Mr. Yang was naked, his eyes were spitting fire, and in anger, he wanted to hit the wall to die. But how could he win against those sturdy men.
Mr. Yang was turned over on all fours by several people. Each person held a wooden awl in his hand, pointed it at his cardia and stuffed it down.
Amidst a burst of shrill wails, another person took a bunch of ponytails, tied it around the base of Mr. Yang's penis, and strangled it hard.
Another miserable howl sounded, and Master Yang fainted.
These people took their time and tied Master Yang's lower body with a piece of rag sewn with a rope, and then turned it over.
One person opened Mr. Yang's mouth, hooked his tongue with an iron hook, and tied the base of his tongue firmly with a ponytail.
Lan Ping looked at Lin Yi and said with pride: "This is for his own good, so as not to make him incontinent on the execution ground. I tied his tongue to stop him from talking nonsense!"
Lin Yi's eyes twitched and he looked at everything in front of him coldly.
One person took out a piece of thin beef tendon and very skillfully cut Master Yang's hands behind his back, strangled his neck, and tied his arms tightly together.
Mr. Yang's thin body was creaking from the strangulation, and as the tendons formed, he had a head held high. But his face was wine red and he was unconscious.
That wasn't enough, the two men took out two more wooden boards one palm wide and knee-high, tied them to the opposite bones of Master Yang's legs, and then put clothes on him.
"This is because I'm afraid that he won't be able to kneel down and fall down. With the plank and the rope pulling behind it, it doesn't matter if he kneels for a few hours!" Lan Ping said with interest. Unfortunately, Lin Yi didn't do what he expected. He collapsed to the ground, losing interest.
Walking behind the unconscious Mr. Yang, Lan Ping took out a silver needle from his arms, raised his hand and inserted it deeply into the back of his skull.
Mr. Yang woke up in an instant and saw that his face was red and his head was held high. The pain in his head made his eyes wide open and his expression became excited.
Lan Ping clapped his hands and looked proudly at the masterpiece of himself and his men. He looked at Lin Yi with a smile and said, "How about it? Mr. Yang generously died to repay God's kindness. How many people will sigh with regret!" By avoiding past mistakes and avoiding future consequences, we have done a good deed! Haha, it's your turn!"
I didn't expect that a person would have to suffer such humiliation before death. No! For these people, it's just a dead body and a toy. In the eyes of these people, Master Yang and himself are both dead. The dead have no consciousness, no emotions, no emotions.
And Lin Yi and Master Yang are going to the execution ground! If he were an ordinary person, he would inevitably die today, and he would not be able to avoid this humiliation before his death. There must be so much injustice and injustice in this world. Facing the majestic imperial power and the wolf-like government, we can only mourn our misfortune and pray for a good afterlife!
Who would have known that there was such filth and filth behind this glitz and glamor if he hadn't been caught in a prison?
When Lin Yi sighed, several men had already approached, and several big hands grabbed his shoulders. The next moment, he will be like that Master Yang——
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