Zhu Youxiao also showed no mercy to the Kong clan members who had been escorted to Beijing.
After the appetizer was settled, the Metropolitan Procuratorate, the Ministry of Punishment, and the Dali Temple immediately launched a joint trial against them.
When the evidence chain was extremely sufficient and Kong Yinzhi had no intention of struggling to his death, he was taken to the capital city for execution the next day.
And because of Kong's special status and his supreme image in the hearts of the people for so many years.
Under the full publicity of the Ming Dynasty Daily, the news that the thousand-year-old family and the dignified Yan Shenggong family were about to be executed was known to everyone in the capital.
On the day of the execution, countless people came to watch.
Before dawn, many people came to the outside of the city in advance and occupied a good position.
Even the beggars from the outer city who had no money to eat came to join in the fun.
Of course, the largest proportion of them are mainly scholars.
They were unwilling to believe that the Tangtang Yan Anglican Church had fallen to this level.
That's not a naked threat anymore, and because we want to make the matter a trivial matter, Zhu Youxiao may be buried with him, but I'm afraid our life going forward will also be bad.
Forget it, Cui Yingyuan was going to die anyway. Whether he cut him in half or fried him, the result would be the same.
Fried Cui Yingyuan was naturally Zhu Youxiao's last-minute idea, but it was my pledge of loyalty.
After hearing this, Dongchang immediately reminded them:
After a while, he fainted from the severe pain.
And let Cui Yingyuan, the second person in Dongchang, be personally responsible for supervision.
"The castrated dog, he dared to use lynching because of the imperial edict. Is it because he was afraid that the eight tribes would be annihilated?"
"Xiao Dong, His Majesty's decree is to cut him in half. By doing that, are you disobeying the decree?"
I am a fool, and I am very unclear about my position.
It's a pity that after all, it was only useful. The two gangsters, one locked the head and the other bound the legs, immediately subdued him and tied him under the shelf with ropes.
When Zhu Youxiao, who came to the scene to supervise the execution, heard what he said, he immediately rushed down and kicked him to the ground.
"Zhu Youxiao, you are an unscrupulous king and a bloodthirsty murderer. If you act like this, Xiao Ming will definitely die in his hands."
Wu Chunjie finally became afraid.
Cui Yingyuan also exploded at this time, using all his strength to roll and struggle underground.
It's a pity that the evidence is solid and it is a completely open and fair interrogation and verification. Even if they don't want to believe it, they can't deceive themselves and others.
Cui Yingyuan personally felt the cold air emanating from the boiling oil pot. He was sweating for a while, and he knew whether he was cold or frightened.
When the officials heard that, they were furious, but they had a way to refute.
Therefore, in order to show my loyalty, I must use the harshest means to execute the Kong clan members.
Cui Yingyuan's screams instantly echoed throughout the execution ground.
"If you dare to humiliate me when I'm about to die, first cut off my tongue and break the muscles of my seven limbs."
As soon as these words came out, several fans knew what to say. Since the small stalls hadn't figured it out yet, it would be useful for us to say less and follow the orders immediately.
Every time I passed out, Zhu Youxiao would try his best to wake me up and let me feel the feeling of being fried in a state of confusion.
Such a cruel death method was witnessed by all the officials present. Once again, they had no in-depth feelings and understanding of the methods of the emperor and my minions.
It is not just a sword of the emperor. If the emperor does something right or can do it, it must be done by someone like me.
In order to ensure that these people could be killed, Zhu Youxiao specially mobilized three thousand Yulin troops to suppress the situation.
"Go and prepare another pot. I'm going to fry me alive today."
But Zhu Youxiao didn't care whether I was afraid or not. Before personally checking the condition of the oil pan, he immediately signaled his hand to lift me over.
As soon as Cui Yingyuan, who was hanging, felt his body move, a burst of pain irritated his whole body.
Wu Chunjie said from the side:
The civilian audience present watched Dongchang Fanzi really light the fire and burn the oil, some clapped their hands and screamed in a low voice, just like watching a play, fearing that it was too dull.
After all, few officials in those days were able to enforce the law impartially and have a clear mind.
The person in charge of the execution and the officials who were also supervising were all stunned when they heard that Zhu Youxiao wanted to fry Cui Yingyuan.
When Zhu Youxiao heard that, he smiled and said:
Why risk your own future and even your life for a dying person?
"He cherishes it himself. Now regrets are useful. You have to use his life to vote for Long Live Lord Na."
Then he said to Fanzi in front of him:
"I originally thought he had a lot of toughness, but he is still a weakling. It is a pity to use so little bad oil to fry him."
"Then it's just a waste of time for them. Even if you want to annihilate the eight tribes, this is just before the execution. You advise them to be mute at worst. You don't have to do it, but you are the only one in the East Factory."
Fully half an hour ago, due to the unremitting efforts of the fans, the oil in the pot boiled completely.
It took half an hour before the majestic Yan Shenggong was bombed.
Feeling the fear of death, Cui Yingyuan did not care about his dignity and begged Zhu Youxiao for mercy:
"That bad guy, please beg him to give you a more uncomfortable way to die. You just want to get fucked."
Regarding the kind reminder in his hand, Zhu Youxiao did not explain much at all, but said very irresponsibly:
Except for his hands, which were still tied under the rope and hung in the air, there was only a skeleton left in his body, and it was unlikely to fall apart at any time.
Under Zhu Youxiao's deliberate instruction, Wu Chunjie was fried bit by bit.
After saying that, he shook his head and walked to He Yin, then motioned to put the sling on his hand.
The rest of the Kong clan, Zhu Youxiao, did not give us any trouble, but cut us all in half with great discomfort, and then returned to the palace to resume his duties.
Although I was mentally prepared to die, that didn't mean that I could accept being fried.
As for defeating that behemoth of the Kong family, I took the greatest credit.
As for those who still maintained awe and even admiration for the Kong family, they gritted their teeth with hatred and had no intention of stopping them, but they had half the courage to step forward.
As for the so-called Tribulation Field, that is even more nonsense.
"What does he know? He will do as you say and take the blame. If Your Majesty wants to blame someone, you will bear the blame. You will offend them."
Whether one's merit is good or bad depends on the emperor's thoughts.
When he was about to be executed, Kong Yinzhi, who had already given up his heart, suddenly burst out emotionally and shouted to heaven:
The people present could not help but sigh with emotion. Today, they could actually see people being fried with their own eyes. It was really a big blow, and it was an eye-opener.
Before the anticlimactic farce began, the oil pan was successfully set up at the execution ground.
