The trumpet sounded.
Immediately afterwards, the chief of the punishment officer at the corner of the stage shouted: "The minister in charge of punishment has arrived----"
The imperial censors Feng Jie and Censor De came to the stage.
The two of them looked around calmly, then looked at the execution ground not far away, and finally Yu Shide read out the sentence.
Yu Shide's voice was very cold, without the slightest emotion, like a hard masonry hammer, hammering one after another, and read out the sentence of the sentence sonorously and powerfully.
"The Emperor of the Qin Dynasty issued an edict: A total of 467 alchemists, Confucian scholars, and nobles from the six countries ignored the benefits of the New Deal of the Qin Dynasty and did not care about the kindness of the country. They used the past to make fun of the present, used the past to ridicule the present, criticized the New Deal, and spread rumors. Plotting to restore the three-generation old system."
"These lawless, godless, kingless, and countryless people only regard their own selfish thoughts as the highest, have no etiquette, justice or shame, do not think about the changes of the times, and do not think about the people's peace and contentment. They only think about the old theory of restoration and restoration, and they are making noise in the court. The enfeoffment system, in the wild, colluded with the remnants of the six kingdoms, neither serving the public nor abiding by the law, and all the human relations between the monarch and his ministers were lost."
"Such a crime is unpardonable!"
"In order to prohibit the evil practice of using civil servants to violate the law, and to prohibit the success of the restoration conspiracy, all those who violate the law will be punished with death!"
"In order to clarify the new policy, to rectify the national law, to suppress the restoration."
"The autumn of the thirty-fifth year of the First Emperor of Qin!"
Yu Shide's voice was like thunder, shaking the entire grass beach.
The people watching were whispering in low voices, and nine times out of ten they shouted, 'Well done, they deserve to be killed', 'It's your own fault, you won't survive', 'These people deserve to be killed', etc.
Such various remarks also made the people from Guandong on the side look a little ugly, but they did not dare to get angry.
Ji Heng stood up straight.
His position was very far inside, so he couldn't hear these murmurs clearly.
He looked up and looked around. On the steep hillside in the distance, there were people wearing burlap clothes and some wearing brocade robes, but he couldn't see clearly. However, he didn't care, because it was unlikely that he would meet someone familiar from the past. people.
People like Han Xin and Tian An had already escaped.
It's impossible to come back.
People close to him in the Ji clan were also implicated after he was imprisoned, and they all went to Beihe to build the Great Wall.
None of the Ji family members are familiar with him now.
"Execution!" Feng Jie, the imperial censor, shouted.
The jailer behind Ji Heng untied the foot clamps under their feet and the wooden shackles around their necks, but their bodies were still tied to the prison. Then the jailer pushed hard, and hundreds of prisoners were pushed to the ground. In a deep pit.
Mud began to fly.
Heartbreaking howls suddenly came from all around.
Ji Heng lay in the pit with his head held high. Although he felt that the soil under him was a bit strange, he didn't think much about it. He closed his eyes calmly, neither yelling nor yelling. He just felt the soil adding to his body, and finally his body All were buried.
There are only a few people who are as quiet as Ji Heng.
In the caves on the grassy beach, there were many people yelling and cursing, but as time went by, these powerful voices gradually became deeper and weaker, and even their tone was mixed with a bit of vibrato and fear.
And everything eventually turned into silence.
There was no sound.
On a low hillside nearby, a middle-aged man and a young man witnessed the entire entrapment and killing process, their hearts palpitating and their expressions very bleak.
"Can alchemists and Confucian scholars never talk to each other again?"
"These alchemists and Confucian scholars can't talk. However, someone will speak for them." The middle-aged man looked at the pale young man and said with a smile: "Are you scared?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"It's okay if you're not afraid. It's Qin people's turn to be afraid from now on."
"good."
"It is dark and gloomy, the fire burns the shadows, the counties and counties are without justice, the world is lost, there are only disasters and tribulations, all in Ying Qin."
"The First Emperor died and the earth was divided..."
A vague and deep voice came from the hillside, but the sound was very subtle and was not noticed by the surrounding people.
As the torture ended, there was no more noise in the execution ground, and the onlookers began to leave one after another. Only then did Feng Jie give the order to add a few more handfuls of dirt to the people who had been tortured.
After everything was done, there were not many people around.
Only the gusts of autumn wind hit, making waves of whimpering sounds on this grassy beach.
The sound was very frightening.
...
Sunset.
Inside a house in Xicheng, Xianyang.
A dirty young man raised his eyelids with difficulty.
The light in the house is not bright.
Not dazzling either.
Even slightly darker.
Ji Heng shook his head subconsciously, and a large amount of sand fell out of his hair.
He looked around blankly, and saw no furniture from later generations, only the antique but not antique furnishings.
He reached out and picked up a piece of sand from his face. It was not as heavy as expected, and even seemed a little light. He pinched it slightly with his hand, but it instantly turned into fine sand.
Ji Heng smiled bitterly.
He knew he was not dead.
"well."
"A dream lasts for a hundred years, a dream lasts for a hundred years, and the Weishui River returns to the autumn wind for a hundred years."
"Autumn winds and autumn rains are sorrowful, and warning bells ring. When you turn your head sharply, the butterflies disappear and Zhuang Zhou wakes up."
"After all, I still can't escape this time."
Ji Heng sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.
When Ji Heng opened his eyes again, there was an extra head in front of him.
"Ji Heng, you didn't expect it."
"You're not dead!"
Hu Hai said excitedly, and in the end he was even more surprised, saying: "I thought you were dead before, and I didn't even go to see you being executed. But in the end, not only did you not die, you were also rescued. It seems that my eldest brother The previous plea is still useful."
"At least I'll save you a life."
"I just asked."
"The location where you were executed is relatively inside, and the terrain is low. Looking down from a high position, you will mistakenly think that your pit is very deep. In fact, it is much shallower than others. It is also supported by coarse cloth underneath. In other words, the pit below is actually very deep. It’s hollowed out.”
Hu Hai looked at Ji Heng with interest.
In fact, he never thought that Ji Heng could survive.
And it took so much effort.
Ji Heng looked calm.
There is nothing to say about what Hu Hai said.
He actually felt something strange underneath him at that time, but he was knocked unconscious by the sand behind him.
When I woke up, I was already here.
Seeing how calm Ji Heng was, Hu Hai frowned and asked in confusion: "Why aren't you excited about living at all?"
"You are the only one out of more than four hundred people who has survived."
"The alchemists and Confucian scholars who were executed with you were actually buried alive. Those people I heard back said that the screams of those people before they died were extremely miserable."
"The wails can be heard for miles."
"Aren't you the least bit lucky?"
Hu Hai looked at Ji Heng carefully, trying to see some joy on Ji Heng's face, but in the end he didn't see it.
Hu Hai's mouth twitched.
He felt more and more that there was something wrong with Ji Heng's temperament.
In the rest of his life, there was no reaction to such a thrilling thing.
This is really an exaggeration.
finally.
Hu Hai still couldn't hold it back and asked again: "Aren't you excited at all?"
"You're not dead?!"
