Dali Temple Prison is located near Jijiaqiao, facing the Imperial College in the east across the Qinghu River.
Compared with ordinary prisons, the cells in Dali Temple are obviously much neater and brighter, perhaps because they are often incarcerated with prisoners.
In Cell A No. 3, Ding Daquan, who was dressed in white linen clothes, stood under the torture frame, looking at Bai Ling who was swaying slightly in front of him, in a daze.
The prisoner was Feng Mengde, the Minister of Punishment. Coincidentally, he was also a Jinshi in the second year of Jiaxi, the same year as Ding Daquan.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Feng Mengde's eyes were complicated and he sighed, "The benevolent officials have replaced your noose with white silk and allowed you to hang yourself instead of hanging. It is considered a kindness. Brother Ziwan, I don't know." Do you have any last words to say?"
Ding Daquan turned his head numbly and said, "Brother Chu Xin, I'm really happy to hear that you will also serve as the imperial minister. I wish you a bright future."
"What a joy this is. No matter what official position you hold, aren't you serving the imperial court? Scholars like us must not be blinded by fame and fortune, and end up making mistakes and regretting it too late."
Feng Mengde heard the sarcasm in Ding Daquan's words, and his tone turned cold.
"Haha, I went on a wrong trip. You are right. I, Ding Daquan, was unlucky and chose the wrong backer. In the end, I ended up being the scapegoat. However, my good brother at first had good vision and good luck, and he was able to win the favor. The king...oh no, he is the king of Yan now. It is just around the corner to be appreciated by the king of Yan and become the prime minister. Hahahaha...I just don’t know if the king of Yan can really have the last laugh. I will have a good look when I get down there. It’s on!”
Ding Daquan's face was distorted, and under the light of the torch, he really looked like a blue-faced ghost.
"You! You are really hopeless!" Feng Mengde fluttered his sleeves and walked out of the cell door, "I'll give you half a quarter of an hour to think about what you have to say to your family!"
After Ding Daquan was the only one left in the prison, he felt bored and fell into random thoughts before he calmed down.
What went wrong?
Back in Ningde, when I made a wish to the hundred-foot-long dragon, the dragon king clearly showed his supernatural power and promised me greatness. It had always been fine, but why didn't it work? ?
My life shouldn't be like this. I was clearly supposed to be in the position of ruler and command the ministers. Why did it end so hastily?
He had already planned that after getting rid of King Zhong, he would look for an opportunity to knock down the woman-like Dong Huai. In less than a year, he would reach the peak of being a minister.
Perhaps, the hundred-foot-long dragon really had a spirit, but it was a pity that he met Zhao Mengqi who came against the will of heaven.
When the final moment was approaching, Ding Daquan tremblingly put his head in the white silk scarf, and kicked off the wooden stool cruelly, ending his life before it was too late to bring disaster to Jiangshan.
When Feng Mengde heard the noise and came over, he only saw Ding Daquan kicking his legs and hanging precariously on the torture rack.
"Hey, let his children and grandchildren come in and restrain themselves."
Feng Mengde couldn't help but feel sad when he saw with his own eyes that he tried the law in the same year.
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After leaving Dongqingmen, there is a moat called Caishi River. The bridge outside the city gate is called Caishi Bridge. After crossing the bridge, it is naturally a vegetable market.
On weekdays, this place is crowded with people, but usually at noon, there are definitely not many people around, but today it was packed with people.
In the middle of the sea of people, a large wooden platform was erected high. This was the execution ground for today's prisoners.
At the edge of the execution ground, there was a row of tables. Several supervisors sat behind them, looking at the shadow on the sundial from time to time, counting the time, and at the same time waiting for the last of the three instruments.
More than thirty prisoners knelt in several rows on the stage, and Dong Songchen and Lu Yunsheng were lucky enough to occupy the first row.
Dong Songchen was puzzled, how could he end up like this when he was doing well?
Ordinarily, he is the most popular person around the official family. As long as he is happy to serve the official family, he will not lack any glory and wealth. However, he is still a rootless person and does not need to seek for his descendants. Why does he insist on marrying him? Did the Crown Prince do the right thing?
Perhaps it was because the illusion that one person was inferior to ten thousand people made him swell and become arrogant.
Or perhaps it was because when the idiot crown prince saw him in the past, he was restrained and respectful, but after he woke up that day, he no longer took him seriously, and even scolded him without hesitation. He was an eunuch and a slave. He couldn't accept such a huge change.
No matter what the reason is, it's like a ghost who has lost his mind, sinking deeper and deeper step by step, until he is beyond redemption.
Lu Yunsheng next to Dong Songchen didn't have as many ideas as he did. He just regretted the hundreds of thousands of dollars he had saved so hard over the years.
That's enough money to fill several rooms. It's such an injustice that I was working as an errand in the palace and didn't have time to spend a penny.
At the execution site, the people watching were full of excitement, as if they were about to watch some wonderful drama.
"The imperial court has not beheaded anyone for many years. I didn't expect so many to be killed today."
"Hey, God has a good nature. Killing so many people may cause some bad luck."
"Bah... what a good life, these bunch of plague-stricken Chaos, they don't do anything for human beings, they deserve to die!"
"That's right, not only did he have the audacity to frame the prince, but he also used common people as rafts and poisoned thousands of people. If His Highness King Yan hadn't been so wise and powerful, he foiled their conspiracy and rescued these people, what would have happened? But I don’t know how many families are going to mourn.”
"The worst thing is that the demon monk from the country has secretly killed so many people and raped so many women. He deserves to be cut to pieces!"
"I heard that many families who went to Bao'en Temple to ask for children couldn't tell whose children they were, so they wanted to beat them to death and drown them. Fortunately, King Yan asked the government to stop them, and even took away those who didn't want to raise them, saying that they were What kind of orphanage should we build to raise them?"
"King Yan is really kind-hearted, but he can stop others from killing children, but he can't stop those defiled women from committing suicide."
"Hey, didn't King Yan ask Lin'an Mansion to issue a notice, saying that being harmed by gangsters does not count as a loss of reputation? He also said that if someone is caught making fun of the victim, he will be arrested and sent to hard labor. How can we still pay for this? Is there any woman who can’t think about it?”
"After this notice was issued, it did work. There were a lot less people seeking suicide, but there are still a few stubborn ones, and some were forced by the husband's family. I only know about six or seven."
"Tsk, tsk, this is really a waste of all the efforts of King Yan. I heard that King Yan did not waste any time talking to the courtiers for this notice, and even had a few words with the officials."
"Yes, those bitter scholars said that King Yan was against morality and ethics, but King Yan said that everything the saints taught was for benevolence. No matter what kind of truth it is, it should be for people to live well. , even if it is killing people, it should be for the purpose of saving people."
"I think what King Yan said is reasonable. Hehe, I prepared a big bag of steamed buns today. I should make a big fortune... No, I should save many people."
"Hey, can this human blood steamed bun really cure tuberculosis? I'll make some later..."
While the people were talking about it, a fast horse rushed out from Dongqingmen, shouting, "Holy edict, the execution is allowed!"
After the supervisor heard this, he looked at the sundial and saw that the time was just right. At three quarters of noon, he grabbed a handful of red-headed tokens from the lottery tube and threw them out, "Behead!"
The six executioners all carried huge ghost-headed knives with one hand. They picked up a bowl of wine, drank half of it, and kept the other half in their mouths. Then they threw the wine bowl, held the knives in front of them with both hands, and took a sip of wine mist. It suddenly sprayed up, this was the sacrificial knife.
The executioner's apprentices over there have grabbed the prisoners' hair and stretched their necks.
The executioner stepped forward with a knife in his hand, strode his horse, raised the knife, and chopped down hard.
The neck was broken, the head was divided, and the blood was like a fountain.
In less than a cup of tea, more than thirty heads were piled into a hill.
Different from usual, this time the court does not allow the body to be collected, and the head will be hung here for three days, in the hope that it will be punished later!
