Luo Xiangyang, Ji Cheng, Wei Yang and others followed the prisoner car and served as disciples. Two Hanlin, one head of the Ministry of Rites, such a lineup is indeed a very high "specification". How many Hanlin disciples can there be in your spare time? These are all elites in the field and future high-ranking officials.

However, Jia Huan would rather not have this "specification". He hoped that the mountain chief, Mr. Ye, and senior brother would survive! He stayed under the willow tree.

Qiao Rusong was indignant, and saluted the back of the mountain chief in the prisoner car procession that was about to reach the entrance of the alley, gritted his teeth again, and said, "Ziyu, you send the mountain chief and Mr. Ye on my behalf." I'm going to the West Garden to study! ”

With that, turn around and leave! The Son of Yongzhi is a faint monarch and a tyrant! Why didn't he dare to say it? Don't dare to scold?

Jia Huan nodded.

The spring morning sun shone on the six prisoner vans rushing to the execution ground, as well as the officials, non-commissioned officers, and accompanying people. The picture is only black and red!

The black is the sky, and the red is the blood.

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The place of execution was in the West Market. That is, the intersection of Fuchengmen Street and Xuanwumen Street. Hammelier is here.

Coming out of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, it is only a few miles away from the West Market. The route was packed with crowds of onlookers. There are those who make noise, there are those who scold, and there are those who make noise!

The convoy is moving slowly!

Since ancient times, there has never been a shortage of onlookers for executions and murders. Not to mention that there are more than 20 newspapers in Beijing today. In the capital of three million people, most of the people know: Today's traitorous minister Zhang Anbo is extremely popular!

Now Pravda and various newspapers are full of articles that belittle and accuse Zhang Anbo! Or, silence. This is the scene when the wall falls and everyone pushes it. It is impossible for the university scholar Huamo to be afraid of Jia Huan anymore and show his fangs! He didn't believe in men and women.

In the Sanyuan Restaurant on Xuanwumen Street, thirteen Jin merchants were gathering in the private room facing the street on the second floor, watching the convoy slowly passing by and being watched by people.

Sixteen Jin merchant ticket numbers, after the development of the past few years, there are still twelve left. It is divided into three factions: the six ticket numbers of the Pingyao system headed by Ri Shengchang are the most powerful. In addition: three in Taigu and four in Qixian.

Lu Yong, the proprietor of Rishengchang, looked at the people who smashed tomatoes, rotten vegetable leaves, and rotten eggs on the street, and was extremely happy in his heart, and said with a smile: "This is the treatment of traitors!" Ladies and gentlemen, the people's aspirations! ”

How much did he suffer at the hands of Jia Huan?

He once supported King Jin, but as a result, King Jin's strength was greatly reduced. The silver dollar plan, the Baichuan Pass number of the Pingyao system was excluded and finally collapsed! And now, Jia Huan's teachers and friends are about to go to the execution ground! Happy! What a joy!

"Good!" An earth-shattering cheer came from outside the restaurant. A rotten egg was smashing into Zhang Anbo's face. The white-haired mountain chief was insulted like this!

Lao Du, the proprietor of Pingyao's Concord Letter, touched his bulging belly and said happily: "Hey, this Zhang Ambo is dignified on weekdays, but I didn't expect to teach students to be disloyal to you behind your back." Damn it! Damn it! ”

Several Jin merchants laughed in agreement. It's a taste of victory!

Lu Yong said: "Can we talk about how to divide the Xinfeng now?" ”

Zeng Shouzhi, the owner of Zhichengxin of the Taigu department, and Zhang Renjie, the owner of Heshengyuan of the Qixian department, glanced at each other.

Xinfeng Silver and Jin Shang Ticket No., Qi Chi's staff of the Southwest Qian King Hu Chi's Tianshunfeng divided the financial markets of the Western Regions. Earn money every day. The annual profit is more than 500,000 taels of silver. Now that Jia Huanjia is about to fall, Jin Shang has moved his mind.

Zeng Shou looked like a little old man, and said in a deep voice: "It depends on what King Hu Qian means." ”

The secret conversation between the Jin merchants continued.

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It's not just Jin merchants who are watching the excitement, but also a lot of related people. Jia Huan, Academy, has not been without enemies in Beijing all these years. At this time, they all popped up.

After thirteen years of Yongzhi, Jia Huan swept through the Wuying Palace, how many people's hats were removed? Those people have relatives, friends, and students!

On the streets of Xuanwumen, all kinds of "weapons" rained down on six prisoner cars. There were occasional cheers. The soldiers who accompanied the escort did not stop them.

Wei Qihou Cheng Zhe, who had already set a place in the restaurant on the street, laughed and talked with several nobles, then shook his head and said with seemingly good intentions: "Song Zhongtang has done a bit too much!" humiliated Zhang Anbo like this. Killing people is not enough. ”

A noble man in a brocade robe, about thirty years old, watched with interest a tomato smashed on Gongsun Liang's body, and said, "Master Hou, you have to think about the words Zhang Anbo used when he impeached us!" Has he ever been soft-hearted? ”

What kind of noble lawlessness, rampant in Beijing, should be severely punished! Set an example! There was a steward of the Beijing Battalion General and the First Class Bo Wu Yongtong who died in that impeachment.

Wei Qihou Cheng Zhe smiled slightly.

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King Beijing of Beijing and King of Xiping County are under the building sign of Xishi. After the building plate, it is the execution ground, and the wooden platform has long been erected.

Shi Shijun, the squire of the criminal department, and the Jinyi guard, the supervising imperial history, Yin Chen Feiyun, the governor of Shuntian Prefecture, and the officials of Wanping County and Daxing County were all present.

Under the building sign, the king of Xiping County couldn't bear to say: "These fools! Listen to the words in the newspaper. Hua Mo and Song Pu did too much. Kill chickens and make an example of monkeys, and you don't have to be so humiliating! After all, it is a generation of Confucianism. ”

The butlers of the two provinces came forward with exquisite wine and food. They are loyal to the Son of Heaven. But when they came to see them off, as long as they didn't show up to talk, it was not a taboo for the Son of Heaven.

Luo Junzi and Ji Cheng thanked each other, and then wiped their faces, hair, and clothes for the mountain chief, Mr. Ye, senior brother and others, and then served and drank.

Shui Rong and Xiping Junwang watched the convoy that had stopped for a while, and looked at Jia Huan who was following behind the prisoner car.

He was as indifferent as a walking corpse. The guards and his entourage protected him.

A generation of Tianjiao has fallen into such a situation! It's really embarrassing and sighing. Back then, Jia Huan thought about Nujiao, how high-spirited was he? Thinking about Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao got married for the first time. Talking and laughing, the force is gone!

Shui Rong sighed heavily, "Alas...! "Jia Ziyu is the core figure of the old martial arts group, with his performance in the Western Regions, if he changes to martial arts, the entire old martial arts group will listen to him in the future!

It's a pity that the Son of Heaven didn't give him this opportunity. The old Wuxun Group can't keep Jia Huan!

Alas!

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The time of the execution was at noon. There is still some time to come out of the Metropolitan Procuratorate and go to the execution ground. The prisoner's cart stopped on the side under the wooden platform.

After the building sign, people who smash people with "rotten things" can't get in. Officials and scholars kept coming to see them off. The students of Wendao Academy are all over the world.

Zhang Anbo has been in the sea for many years, and there is no shortage of friends. Ye Hongyun has been the dean of Wendao Academy for many years, and has also intersected with Jingzhong and Beizhili Shilin. The same is true of the elder brother Sun Liang.

Shangguan Chang, who had participated in the township test together that day, stepped forward and saw off Gongsun Liang. Now Shangguan Chang, who lives in Taichang Temple, is friends with his senior brother. Shangguan Chang sighed, poured a bowl of wine for the senior brother, and said, "Wenyue..."

Gongsun nodded brightly, the handcuffs had been opened, and in the prisoner car, he raised the bowl and drank it all, "Thank you!" "If you can send him off at this time, this friend will not be wrong.

In the crowd, a woman beside Wei Hanlin couldn't help crying, "Xianggong..." took her son's hand and stepped forward crying, "Woo! The servant woman next to her followed behind Wei Niangzi with her daughter in her arms. Two-year-old daughter Wow Wow cried.

A friend came to "see him off", and the senior brother, who had always been free and easy, burst into tears at this time, tremblingly holding on to the iron railing of the prisoner car, squatting, "Yun'er, why are you here?" "He refused to flee that day, but today he went to Yellow Springs. He is not ashamed of his heart, but in his heart, he is ashamed of his wife and children!

Wei Yun couldn't cry, holding her husband's hand tightly, "Xianggong..., I... Come and see... You've got it. "Whimpering and crying, choking. A sentence in several sentences.

Beside her, her five-year-old son shouted crisply, "Daddy." The boy didn't know, but when he saw his parents weeping, he also cried.

Gongsun Liang trembled and stroked his wife's face, and admonished: "Yun'er, after I die, you will raise Jie'er and Feng'er well to become adults, and live up to their father's ambitions..." I'm sorry for you! …”

The living are dead, and what can be said about hatred?

With such a scene, many people couldn't bear to turn around. Wei Hanlin was stubborn and upright all his life, and at this time he shed tears and wiped his head with his head down.

Jia Huan was at the gathering place of the disciples of the academy, watching the senior brother and wife meet and say goodbye three meters away! He thought he was numb today! Numb for the people who are guided by public opinion, and numb for the death of the mountain chiefs.

At this moment, the grief and sadness in his heart swelled up! He thought he wouldn't cry. But at this point, he wanted to cry!

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In front of the West Garden, spring is about to be noon.

In the twenty-first year of Yongzhi, Qiao Rusong, the director of the Ministry of Industry of the Great Zhou Dynasty, stood in front of the gate of Xiyuan and read his recital loudly, over and over again. Bombard Emperor Yongzhi with courage and words! Eunuchs, brocade guards, officials, and the common people watched.

“… When the son of the emperor is twenty-one years old, he is guilty of five crimes in the world. First, rebellious ministers and thieves. Mutiny forced my father to abdicate! The historian doesn't remember, the book is covered up, and the people don't know it?

Second, kill your brother and take your sister-in-law, and take your sister-in-law as the queen! Looking through the history books, is there such an example? It is not the likes of Shang and Sui Yang.

Third, kill the father and the son! This is unfilial piety. Ningshou Palace, can you block the world's mouth? A hundred years later, it will be remembered in history!

Fourth, he is so happy about his achievements, he does not accept people's words, he is a good person, and he kills ministers without permission. The dynasty is fixed, there is no such son of heaven!

Fifth, they are greedy for pleasure and ignore state affairs. Evil spirits are rampant in the court, causing chaos in the world.

This is a man who is a king, and what does he look like a king? Cruelty! The people are not afraid of death, why should they be afraid of death! ”

Qiao Rusong's recital was submitted to the Department of General Administration, and then read it here. It was instantly spread in the officialdom.

In the West Garden, the Son of Yongzhi is taking the green beauty to swim in the Taiye Pool. It was a little late to get the news. When he heard the report of the eunuch who had come up in the boat, he flew into a rage and threw the teacup in his hand into the lake.

Subsequently, the Jinyi guard, who got the order, took Qiao Rusong away from the gate of Xiyuan.

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High noon, West Market, execution ground.

Shi Shijun, the waiter of the Criminal Department, ordered the execution. The executioner, with his red belt, wielded his knife. All the noise, at this moment fell silent. Mountain chief, Mr. Ye, Senior Brother, and Zhang Chengjian's muffled snorts and screams of tragic death resounded. Blood spurted into the air. Gray-haired or young heads, rolling off the ground! With blood!

In the execution ground, there was a lot of crying. Further out, there was a lot of applause.

And Jia Huan couldn't hear any of this. He witnessed the killing of his division commander and friends, and burst into tears! Let the chief follow Qian Huai to help him! Countless images flashed through his mind. The first meeting between him and the mountain chief, asking Mr. Ye, and talking with the senior brother...

And now, they're all dead! He's dead! What emotions does he want, what emotions does he want?

I have also drifted for a long time, and in the past ten years, I have been deeply gracious, and I have been a mentor and friend in life and death.