The desolate and exciting piano sounded again, full of generosity. Yang Ling was wearing a Confucian robe, holding a bamboo flute in his hand, and gently hit the piano in his left palm. He heard the sound of the piano sounds softly and quietly. When he was tilting up to the nine nights, he suddenly stepped in the spacious room, raised the flute to his lips, and a wisp of flute sound that responded to it followed.

The sound of the flute and the piano are high and low, and you are low and I am high. We are in harmony and fighting each other, just like a pair of fish, swimming in the water, enjoying their own interests.

Zhengde played the piano, his eyes were watching Yang Ling, and his smile seemed to fly. Although Yang Ling's flute skills were poor, the two seemed to be in harmony. But when Zhengde raised his eyebrows, Yang Ling's flute sound immediately turned low and came out in a leisurely manner. The sound of the piano really rose. If Yang Ling's feet were heavy, Zhengde's sound of the piano would become weaker, and it would rise up with the sound of the flute.

Although this song is not as skillful as the ensemble with Tang Yixian, it is full of joy and joy that is connected to each other. It makes people feel more enjoyable...

At some point, Zhang Yong quietly came to the hall. Seeing this scene, he quickly stood by the side of the hall with a stack of things and did not dare to disturb him. Zhengde seemed to be alone, and after playing a song, he pressed the piano and laughed: "Happy! How happy! I have been depressed for more than ten days, but today and now, I am the happiest in my heart."

After saying that, he turned to Zhang Yong, curled his smile and asked calmly: "Is the review finished?"

Zhang Yong looked at the emperor's calm and confident appearance in surprise, and then looked at Yang Ling, Dai Yi and others standing beside him. He didn't understand why the emperor, who was still sad and angry when he went to the Meridian Gate, suddenly changed his appearance.

He did not dare to look again. He hurriedly bowed and said, "Yes, as the emperor expected, Liu Jin was domineering at the Meridian Gate, scolding all officials like a family slave. No one dared to answer. Fortunately, thanks to the emperor's power, the old slave took people there, so Liu Jin was restrained. The three courts held trials, totaling 35 major crimes and 68 minor crimes. Liu Jin confessed. Now they are copied here."

Zhang Yong respectfully presented the stack of records and said: "These crimes need to be checked one by one by the three judicial departments, questioned the relevant personnel of the case, collected confessions, physical evidence, and personal evidence, and transferred some victims from all over the world who were persecuted by their chaos and cruel laws, resulting in the destruction of their families and their families and their deaths to the capital..."

Zhengde said lightly: "No need, as you judge this way, it lasts for a long time. When will it be tried? His family's huge amount of gold and silver, weapons and armor, civil and military officials who were persecuted to death by him, and innocent people who were ruined by the government and abused the law. One by one, it was enough to kill him."

He pulled a letter to the ground, and Dai Yi and Miao Kui's eyes lit up, like two little ghosts in front of the King of Hell, pounced over, one holding ink and the other handing the pen, looking forward to the young master's red pen, and the old ghost's name was painted on the book of life and death.

Zheng Deqing wrote three big words in his hand, pondered for a moment, gritted his teeth and wrote three big words again, and then threw the pen, and brushed the letter at Zhang Yong suddenly, and the white paper swayed. Fortunately, Zhang Yong was quick and quick, and he knelt down and held it in his hand.

The ink marks on the white paper are dripping with six large characters: "Don't reply, let's do it!"

When Zhang Yong saw this, he was overjoyed. The emperor issued an order, and there was no need to be another trial and investigation. Liu Jin was dead.

The emperor's decree must be carried out through the Secretariat before it can be fulfilled. The empress Wu Zetian looked down on the world and had to change the Secretariat to Fengge and Menxia to Luantai. The decree did not come from Fengge Luantai, so it would not be considered an edict. In the Ming Dynasty, the Secretariat was abolished and a cabinet was built, and the decree had to be issued by the Cabinet.

However, the law belongs to the law, facts are facts, and the emperor's hand-in-hand decrees and secret decrees exist in any dynasty. Zhengde secretly went to Datong and left the decrees is the decrees. Yang Ling received the decrees in Bazhou or the decrees. At this moment, the decrees are still the same. As long as no one opposes, it can be implemented. If someone opposes it, it can be implemented.

The question is, who would object to the issuance of an order to kill Liu Jin?

Yang Ling had already seen the six big words, and had been fighting for such a long time, thinking that it was time for him to give his head a title with his enemies who had died. However, he could not tell what it felt like, relaxed, but he was absolutely delighted.

Zhang Yong had already retired for a long time before Yang Ling turned to the front and said softly: "Emperor, I... want to visit Liu Jin, beg the emperor for permission."

Zhengde turned around and stared at Yang Ling, his eyes very strange.

Dai Yi and Miao Kui immediately broke out in a cold sweat: "A traitor who tried to kill the lord and rebel, everyone avoided it, and Duke Wei actually wanted to see him? Isn't this a fool?"

Yang Ling calmly faced Emperor Zhengde's gaze. Zhengde gradually smiled and stood up and said, "Okay, bring some wine and food to see him off for me."

Yang Ling bowed and said, "Greatly send me the emperor." When he straightened up, Dai Yi and Miao Kui had followed Emperor Zhengde and left.

The spring water rippled in the pond, and two mandarin ducks floated. The vines on the rack were covered with fresh green, and they were almost brightly decorated. Yang Ling sighed and slowly left, and the prince's uterus fell into silence again.

A small table filled with wine and food, Liu Jin and Yang Ling sat opposite him.

The two of them were calm and composed. They were like friends who had been together for many years, and they could not see any smell of life and death.

"Our family really misses the days of being in the Bell and Drums. It's early to get up in the morning. After the Bell and Drums, drink a cup of hot tea and eat some snacks, and go to bed and sleep. In the afternoon, I'll have no big deal in the day and don't worry about it. The Jiaofangs are a little filial every now and then, so I have to pay thirty or fifty taels of silver. I put it in the box and see it full, so I'm happy."

Liu Jinpeng had gray hair scattered, looking at a beam of light shot into the high breathable window. There was dust floating in the sunlight, and some small flying insects were busy flying around.

Liu Jin laughed bitterly and said, "Look at how happy that little thing is. As for me, I am getting bigger, and everyone will bow when I see it. It's so glorious! The mountains of gold and silver are put into my house, and I lose my feeling. Just remember to hug, hug, hug. What's the use of a useless person in our family? What's the use of asking for so much money? What's the use? It's really worth it to offend people for this pile of broken copper and iron. Thinking about it now, it's really not worth it."

"My father-in-law's idea today may be true, but if you can leave this cage, you will try your best to return to the emperor and harm the world more severely. People's idea is....., when I left Yangjiaping, I thought of saving three to five hundred taels of silver and buying a well-off family so that my beloved wife can have food and clothing without worries.

Later, when the official became older, I thought that I could not let down this power, not just live in mediocrity and wait for death, not just focus on my own small family, and do something practical for the people. People's ideas are not unchanging."

Liu Jin was exposed by him as a illusion of begging for mercy and couldn't help but stare at him fiercely. Yang Ling seemed to be fine and drank by himself.

A cunning look flashed in Liu Jin's eyes, and then he said dejectedly: "I'm doing my own fault. At that time, I went to Jiming Post to issue an order to invite you, Lord Yang, back to Beijing. Who knows, I asked for a disaster star for myself."

He slapped his thigh and said hatred: "Accuse our family of rebellion? What's the use of hiding some armor and weapons in my house? The four outer troops are in your hands, the Beijing camp is in Zhang Yong's hands, and the Imperial Horse Supervisor is Miao Kui, so you will never let go of military power. I have a few armor, swords and guns hidden in my house, why do I use it? A hundred and ten family generals and a group of mobs, can I kill the emperor? I don't believe it, I don't believe the emperor will believe it!"

Yang Ling smiled faintly and said, "I can't believe it? It's true that it's incredible, but there is no need to question so much. Besides, does Mr. Liu remember Cao Jixiang's rebellion?"

When Liu Jin heard this, his face turned pale: Why did you forget this old senior? Cao Jixiang, who was a great eunuch during the reign of Emperor Yingzong, was the first eunuch after Wang Zhen. This fierce man usurped the throne and planned to rebel, that is, he led a group of generals of his family to enter the palace to kill the emperor and then hold a ceremony to ascend the throne.

With such a stupid senior tree, I am here to set an example, how can the emperor not believe it?

Yang Ling continued: "You also know that the military power is not in your hands, so you win over a group of generals such as the governor Shen Ying, and then you have arranged a group of trustees in the third factory and one guard. So you have referred Yang Yu and Shi Wenyi, the leader of the Jinyi Guard in the palace, as your trustees and as your godson. You built a tomb for your parents in your hometown, and the specifications are beyond the kings and princes. These things are enough to weave a flawless sky net under the hands of the Censors and Hanlins. Don't be foolish about it."

Liu Jin looked at him straight and said nothing for a long time.

Yang Ling picked up the pot, poured a cup for him, and slowly said, "Father-in-law, to be honest, you clear the land. As an official's departure assessment, changing the regular assessment to any sudden inspection, and reforming the salt administration. All of these, many, many, are deeply agreed with me. Many years later, you will definitely use land for your land today.

If you are just for political reform, even if you die, you will still be a man and may still be famous in history. Unfortunately, you do all this for your own selfish interests. You clear the land to please the emperor and make profits from it. You leave the office and assessment just to force corrupt officials to give you gifts and not punish him at all. They make them even more unscrupulous.

Change the test every three years to the assessment at any time, just to drive your opponents down and help your trusted and servants to official positions. All the things you do are to consolidate your personal power and to collect money from your warehouse!

Do you know that your Eunuch Liu has never killed anyone with your own hands. Countless people have died because of you? Do you know that you have never destroyed your family with your own hands? Do you know that your family has been destroyed because of you? How many families are there for selling children and daughters?

You, deceiving the king and ruining the country, will bring endless disasters and great sins. You are truly unforgivable!"

Liu Jin's face was as white as earth, his body was shaking slightly, but he didn't say a word.

Yang Ling's tone slowed down and said, "You and I are not a political dispute. If it is just a political difference, I may not be able to bear to kill you, but now, don't think about it anymore. Today, I am the emperor and I am also the one who represents myself, and I will give you your last journey."

Yang Ling said, took out a small vermilion pill from his arms, placed it gently on the table, and said, "This is a highly toxic drug for chasing souls. It is the only good thing I can do for you, a villain with countless unjust souls wailing on your head."

Liu Jin retreated in panic and retreated from the bed to the corner of the wall. He said in a trembling voice: "You......what are you going to do? Are you going to poison me? Come on, come on, come on. Yang Ling is going to kill someone, help me quickly!"

The voice echoed in prison, but there was no sound at all. Looking at Yang Ling's pity, Liu Jin suddenly knelt on the bed and kowtowed: "Mr. Yang, you are a lot of sir, don't kill me, I don't want to die, don't want to die, don't kill me..."

Yang Ling sighed softly, slowly got out of bed and stood up straight. Liu Jin was so scared that he shrank to the corner of the wall like a rat. Yang Ling said softly: "The emperor has convicted you of Lingchi. Lingchi, you should know that such torture is not something that can be withstood by flesh and blood. After taking this medicine, please feel free to yourself."

"Eunuch Liu, I've said goodbye, you........ I'll do it yourself!"

Yang Ling bowed to the head, opened the door and walked out slowly. After a while, two dungeons like wolves and tigers rushed in, locking the door again with a clamor.

When Liu Jin saw that the story also walked away, he hurriedly climbed to the table with his hands and feet, picked up the pill and looked carefully for a while, and suddenly laughed.

"I don't believe that the emperor will kill me? He was grown up by our family. I don't know his character yet? Hehehe, the surname Yang, you treacherous little thief, the emperor must have spared our family. You want to commit suicide, hahahaha..., will I be fooled? I will be fooled? Hahahaha..."

Liu Jin's hair was as scattered as a hungry ghost. He threw the pill and rolled into the haystack. Liu Jin looked at the sunlight on the breathable hole, and his eyes shone: "Tomorrow, the emperor will definitely let me go! I will definitely!"

There are many death penalty in the Ming Dynasty, but there are three most commonly used death penalty, one snatched, two snatched, and three snatched, and three snatched, and the snatched, and the snatched, were the lightest, and people could keep a whole body, tied up with white silk, and let it go, and the anger was finally over. The second was to beheaded, kill the head, and the family members would sewed it together with the cobbler, and they could barely be considered a whole body. The third was to use the severe punishment of the land: Lingchi!

Lingchi, also known as "slicing", is commonly known as "slicing". According to the theorem of how deep hatred there is, women are also called "killing thousands of swords". Lingchi wants to cut off the flesh on his body piece by piece, which makes people feel extremely painful and tragic, and it is extremely miserable in the world. Even the executioner who kills people without blinking his eyes is softened.

Therefore, the executioner either received bribes or did good deeds and accumulated good deeds. Often, when he was taking action, he secretly stabbed the person in the chest, causing him to die immediately and cause him to suffer less pain. He would not be a living person, but a dead body, and he would feel better when he was tearing himself.

But Lingchi Liu Jin, who dares to follow his personal affairs? On the day of Lingchi, there are thousands of people everywhere. The family who were persecuted by his minions were destroyed. The wife and children were separated and gritted their teeth to vent their anger. Because of the construction of Xuanming Palace, the ancestral tomb was dug up, and the corpses were mopped everywhere by wild dogs. The descendants could not even recognize the corpses of their ancestors, and they were even wearing filial piety, but they did not bring them for him. Instead, they held the spiritual throne, sacrificed incense, and ran here to worship their ancestors.

In front of Xuanwu Gate, the place where Yang Ling was questioned and had been indicted and had been in operation, was crowded with people in the morning. It was all for the sake of the traitor and the filthy breath in his chest. But it was not until noon that a donkey cart arrived under the escort of the officers and soldiers who were facing a great enemy.

Liu Jin still didn't give up until this time. He twisted his neck and stared at the direction of the palace, hoping that the emperor would change his mind temporarily and forgive him for his death. The preparations were orderly. The executioner half-dragged him to the center of the execution ground, took off his shirt and tied it to the wooden stake, then shook a fishing net, wrapped it inside, wrapped it behind him, and twisted it tightly with a wooden stick. In this way, although Liu Jin was not fat, the flesh on his body also protruded from the mesh, making his face turn red.

The executioner was a selfless old man from Shandong, Wei Shen. This kind of brother was blushed and hated evil. No matter whether he violated the criminal law, he must be clear about the canon and never be afraid of the other party's identity. Although there are many people in Liu Jin, most of whom dare to come to the executioner still have the courage to be brave. Wei Shen took the initiative to become this very pleasing butcher.

The cannon fired, and it was already two o'clock. Liu Jin was still stretching his neck and looking at the palace city in a distant hope that a miracle would happen. Before the death toll, he suddenly surrendered the edict and changed the death penalty to exile. There were many such things, and there were many. Wei Shen was also anxious, for fear that the emperor would be really soft-hearted and released this power-for-power castration thief.

He stared at the corona and the hourglass, and prayed secretly in his heart: "Don't come, never come, Your Majesty is soft-hearted, if Liu Jin is not dead, he will return to the palace sooner or later, and harm the world again. God bless you! Why is it so slow, it's not yet!"

Wei Shen wanted to rush over and pick up the hourglass and pour the sand down. Thousands of people also knew the story of "keeping people under the knife". At the same time, everyone shut up and turned to look at the palace. There was a person there who could decide whether Liu Jin was alive or dead, and whether the world was poisoned by him again.

The execution ground of tens of thousands of people was silent as if it was dead. At this moment, a horse neighed with a "sigh" and saw a Jinyiwei galloping from the direction of the palace, heading straight to the execution ground along a narrow road separated by the officers and soldiers.

Thousands of people didn't say a word, their hearts were raised in their throats, and their eyes were filled with horror, wishing that the Jinyiwei would fall and die there.

Wei Shen was also uneasy and hurriedly walked out of the prison and rushed forward. He saw the fast horse running to the front of the stage, raised his front hooves and a long neigh. The Jinyiwei immediately took out a white document from his arms. The people looked at it with uncertainty. Wei Shen was in charge of the criminal law. When he saw that the cover was not yellow but white, he was overjoyed and immediately bowed.

The white-skinned one is not a grace edict, but a post that urged the executioner to immediately execute the execution. The news spread and thunder thunder broke out. The thousands of people shouted long live and bowed towards the palace.

Wei Shen was very excited and his face became more and more rosy. He took the post, returned to the prison station, pulled up the arrow and threw it into the bottom of the stage, shouting fiercely: "Strike!"

At this point, Liu Jin was so scared that he screamed, but the executioner was ready. He screamed in horror, and a large ball of stinking rag was immediately stuffed into his mouth. The person who was the chief of the executioner was Liu Yehe, the first executioner of the Ministry of Justice, known as Liu Yidao, also known as Liu Xiaodao. Most of the executioners of Lingchi from the capital came from his disciples.

Now he is over fifty years old, and his disciples are covered with six doors. If it weren't for Liu Jin's identity, he wouldn't have taken action himself. He waved his knife as thin as paper, and his sword skills were extremely skillful. After two slaps, Liu Jin's upper eyelid was cut and hanged down thinly.

Liu Jin's eyes were wide open in pain, but his eyes were covered by his eyelids, and blood was flowing out on his side. All the part that could sense light was blood red. He could not scream, but he could not see it. It was really like falling into the blood pool hell. He was in pain for a moment.

Liu Xiaodao used his knife like flying, first cut it from his arms, and the meat exposed by the fish net was cut off one by one, and fell into the large vermilion basin below. A disciple next to him sang the number of swords: "One knife, two knife, three knife..."

Behind, an apprentice controlled the tightness of the fish net, because Lingchi had to cut more than 3,000 knives. If the truncation was too tight, the flesh would be cut at one time, and only the skeleton would be left. Liu Xiaodao also has a secret. The apprentice next to him used to apply wet mud of bleeding and anesthetic drugs to the place where the meat was cut while it was not paying attention. For the ground, the ground was afraid that the person who was tortured to die prematurely and too much blood was lost, and he could not use up the number of knives, which would ruin Master Liu's reputation.

When Liu Jin sang a knife on the stage, he shouted a lottery behind the stage, and the ground was very lively. However, although Liu Jin was extremely guilty, such torture was really unbearable to witness it. At first, the sound of the colorful sound was like thunder, and as the number of swords increased, Liu Jin had become a bloody man, and most of the people below the stage covered their faces and left. Most of these people were women and children. No matter how beasts the people who were tortured on the stage, they had a human heart made of flesh. How can they continue to see?

Only the people who had suffered a lot of grudges and were harmed by Liu Jin. Not only did they not leave, they also stood there gritted their teeth, waiting for the execution to be completed, and bought Liu Jin's meat from the executioner and fed them home to the dog.

At this point, Liu Jin showed his true nature as the most ruthless man in the world. He was executed until late, and he was sentenced to 417 times but was not dead. He was wrapped in linen and sent back to the prison, and announced that he would continue his execution tomorrow.

Liu Jin no longer knew the pain. The continuous and extreme pain had the effect of numbing the nerves. What's more, there was anesthetic medicine in the medicinal mud that Liu Xiaodao applied to him. He stood in the prison for a while. Liu Jin, who seemed to have recovered his consciousness, suddenly howled like a wolf, and suddenly pounced on the straw pile in the corner of the wall, and began to search.

The prisoner didn't know what the death row prisoner was trying to do, so he stood aside and watched curiously. He saw him hiking in the haystack, like a pig's huddle, not knowing what to do. After a long time, he suddenly heard Liu Jin let out a smug smile: "It's found. Hahaha, I found it. It's found..."

The joyful laughter was sometimes high and sometimes low, and gradually disappeared, but Liu Jin was still lying in the haystack, sticking his butt out, motionless. The prisoner screamed twice, and did not ask him to answer, so he opened the prison door in confusion, walked in and kicked him on the butt.

Liu Jin fell down and still hunched over. He had a smile of surprise and satisfaction on his face. His eyes were wide open, but he had lost his life.

The prisoner was knowledgeable and knew at a glance that the old eunuch had already died. He couldn't help but sigh: "Oh! What a pity, Master Liu Xiaodao, I've lost my share this time."

Liu Jin was unwilling to give up and was taken to the execution ground and was sentenced to death.

After hearing the news, Yang Ling sighed softly, without much expression. Even though he still had a trace of old friend to Lao Liu, he didn't care about sighing and sighing now.

Because he got a very bad news, the Bazhou horse thief was dragging his legs in the rear and the other was commanding blindly on the front line. He missed the best annihilation period when the team of the horse thieves was in chaos, with different orders and weak troops. Now the horse thieves are becoming more and more powerful, and they are irresistible.

The news was nothing great, but it was even more troublesome that the Xiangma of Bazhou sent people to contact the Taihang thieves. The horse thieves in Taihang Mountains were in Qingzhou, Shandong. Qingzhou Bazhou echoed each other, and even raised the banner of rebellion at the same time. Yang Hu, the rebels, also quickly became a climate.

It's okay, but she's very tricky and full of wisdom. However, in the face of such a situation, Miss Cheng, who was unable to make up for the sky, saw that the situation was not good, so she had to hesitate to tell him that the Hong Madam was probably in Qingzhou, and that she might be the one who rebeled.
Chapter completed!