Henan, the hinterland of Jiuzhou, and the thoroughfare of ten provinces.

In mid-May, it rains heavily.

On this day, there were crowds of people by the Yellow River in Kaifeng Prefecture, and countless people gathered around inside and outside.

Today, the south bank of the Yellow River has been deposed as a execution ground, and hundreds of officials from Henan are to be executed.

"hurry up!"

Under the gaze of the Dongchang Monk, the officials who were usually arrogant and arrogant were now wearing brand new prison clothes and were chased to the execution ground with a dirt-faced look, and their eyes were filled with fear.

On the official road not far from the river bank, some vendors carrying carts took the opportunity to set up stalls, hoping to make more money in this opportunity of gathering thousands of people.

Several foreign merchants passed by this place, with confusion on their faces.

Immediately, a man who sold stinky tofu asked him to answer questions, explain the crimes of these officials, and sell his own products.

"You don't know how rich these criminal officials are. The people in the mansion are all real money and silver. They were carried out boxes by Jinyiwei!"

"That's right? What kind of famous calligraphy and paintings, porcelain antiques, and those treasures whose names cannot be called are gone!"

A young man sighed: "I really don't understand. Some officials came to work empty-handedly. In less than two years, they had been cheated out of so much gold and silver at home. How did they do it?"

The old man beside him shook his palm-leaf fan and said, "Young people don't understand, many industries are the most profitable for officials!"

When the young man thought about it carefully, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, "The old man is still the old man, he is amazing!"

Suddenly, there was a burst of blast in the crowd, "Look, the imperial envoy is here!"

The people gathered around the river bank immediately stretched their necks to see what the legendary Feng Qingtian looked like.

But seeing everyone surrounded by white hair, Feng Ying, wearing a big red official robe, came to the execution ground on the riverbank in a solemn manner. The city defense force that maintained public order stopped the people's gaze that followed them all the way.

Feng Ying glanced at the heavy lock, kneeling on the ground, sighed and sighed.

This is the biggest case he has ever handled in decades as an official, and it should be recorded in history in the future...

As soon as the "Jing Case" ended, a "road-induced case" appeared. Tian Zhi knew whether Tian Wu would surpass the four major cases of Hongwu when it was founded.

Some of the death row prisoners cried bitterly and sweared regretfully that some of them were Jinshi from the first imperial examinations of the Tianwu Dynasty, and some of them were directly airborne from the Imperial College and continued to serve through the assessment.

Thinking about how energetic he was to be an official when he was released from the outside world, he was ready to show his strength under the leadership of the new emperor.

However, they fell into the big dye vat of the officialdom and quickly succumbed to Shangguan's tyranny. They could not resist the temptation of money. They fell deeper and deeper with the mentality of luck...

In fact, Feng Ying was always in a state of confusion, thinking about whether it was wrong or right to kill these officials.

It is said that Emperor Taizu hated corrupt officials the most, and greedy for 60 taels of silver and peeled them out of the yamen office to shock the law.

Such heavy punishments and cruel laws cannot eliminate corruption. Can a large-scale slaughter of officials like Emperor Tianwu really clarify the dirty Ming officialdom?

Feng Ying understands, no!

But Emperor Tianwu also said bluntly in Fengtian Palace: "I do not expect to eliminate corrupt officials and mediocre officials. As long as I have been in power, the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty can be cleaner and the officials will do something, so I will be satisfied."

Feng Ying had hesitated and wavered about this strict law, but in the end he made up his mind and made a clear statement.

He also saw it openly. It is better to be afraid of the law than to despise the law. There is no immortality in the new policy!

The crying of the dead prisoners pulled Feng Ying, who had been temporarily lost, back to reality. He looked at the sun in the sky and said in a deep voice: "Prepare for execution!"

Today, the execution ground was set up by the Yellow River and the people around us were summoned to watch the punishment, which was a shock to the officialdom.

The sound of death-seeking cannons rumbling, and the last cannon sounded, Feng Ying immediately gave an order with a dark face to drag all the death row prisoners to the execution ground!

The official who was tied to the same as the rice dumplings had long been scared and his face was gone and his body was limp.

One of the criminal officials struggled desperately and cried and was forcibly dragged onto the wooden stake by the Jinyiwei.

The executioner next to him held a ghost-headed sword, drank a bowl of wine, and sprayed it very professionally, which made the criminal officer's brand new prison uniform wet.

The ghost-headed sword shines with a cold luster, and the criminal officials are already smelly...

These executioners were extremely professional. They endured the unpleasant smell, and they stripped the clothes of the criminals tied to the wooden stakes, one by one, and piled them up on the riverside, like bulging hills.

This means that life is naked and naked. What is a professional? This is called professional!

The executioner is not able to do it with a knife casually, nor does it take a knife to the prisoner's neck to make everything go well.

Executioners are a very difficult technical job. Before entering the industry, they have undergone professional training, and the master teaches one-on-one, and they also have to practice knife skills. They have to chop eight hundred winter melons every day to rest.

Moreover, there is an unknown secret in the executioner industry: an executioner can only cut off ninety-nine heads in his lifetime, and one more is fine, otherwise unknown will happen in his later years...

Before his death, the officials and men who were pampered in the past made a cry like high and low notes, occasionally mixed with a few unwilling curses.

Their white bodies were exposed to the eyes of thousands of people, and most of them gloat and cheered loudly.

For some reason, the louder the fallen official cried, the more excited the people watching.

As soon as the afternoon was three o'clock, the drum sound suddenly started, and Feng Ying ordered: "Behead!"

The ghost-headed sword in the executioners' hands was raised high, as if it had been rehearsed, with a good posture!

A blade flashed by, and the cold and sharp blade cut through the good skin maintained by the Sin Guan, tearing open the scarlet muscles on the neck, breaking them with one knife and two pieces.

A strong smell of blood came to my face, and corpses were neatly arranged by the Yellow River.

The stinky heads rolled to the ground, and some of them blinked a few times without wish.

Professional executioners know that people will have a period of consciousness after death, and those who are beheaded can only blink their eyes.

The drums suddenly stopped, and the onlookers immediately burst into a shocking cheer after a moment of nervousness and excitement, and they vented their inner resentment.

The execution ground was filled with splattering blood, forming a stream of blood that flowed into the Yellow River.

Although the blood from dozens of heads fell to the ground could not stain the Yellow River water, it was enough to shock the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty.

On the prison supervision platform, Henan Governor Liu Tongsheng's face looked ugly. The new officials who watched the punishment with him were also sad, revealing the sadness of the rabbit and the fox.

These are their predecessors. The imperial edict asked them to come to watch the punishment, which means killing a chicken to warn the monkey...

The Ming Dynasty had the most lacking for officials. After killing a group of people, Zhu Cixuan immediately pulled out a group of people from the reserve team to make up for it. The inventory was so sufficient!

The cheers of the people formed a sharp contrast with these solemnities, and the cheers were rushing like thunder and could not stop for a long time.

After all, many people have never seen such a large-scale open execution in their lives, and they can blew up anytime they chat.

The "Road Cases" came to an end. The beautiful talk of Emperor Tianwu personally interrogating the case for the people has been widely circulated among the people. The honorific title of "saint" is deeply engraved in the minds of the people. The new policy in the Central Plains has entered a rapid development track.

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Chapter completed!