Above the heavy clouds, the sun is hollow, and it is almost noon.
Sima Huang Qizheng, who was in charge of supervising the beheading, walked forward with his waist bent, pointed to the sun clock in the center of Jiuyou Terrace, and respectfully asked for instructions: "Young Master Yan, the hour has come, and it's time for execution."
Yan Xun smiled lightly, soldiers came to block him, water came to cover him, he flicked his sleeves, "Master Huang, please."
Huang Qi was standing forward tremblingly, his old Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice spread far away, "The time has come, lead the prisoner, and execute!"
"Execution!"
A huge sound suddenly sounded, and three thousand soldiers on the Golden Wing Square under the Jiuyou Terrace shouted in unison, the momentum was astonishing, and the birds flapped their wings. The rumbling sound continued, and the heavy purple-gold gate was opened. Twenty Western Expeditionary Soldiers in military uniform walked forward slowly, holding trays covered with white silk, step by step, onto the pitch-black ascent. Mo's Jiuyou high platform.
Wei Jing suddenly snorted coldly, smiled sarcastically at the corner of his mouth, and looked towards the prison platform with cold eyes.
Yan Xun frowned tightly for a moment, a sense of ominous premonition hit his heart, he clenched his palm on the armrest of the seat tightly, and his veins bulged.
Twenty imperial soldiers from Dianjiangtang stood coldly on the Jiuyoutai. The first marshal of the empire, Meng Tian, walked up to the stage and said to the leading soldiers in a deep voice, "Has the prisoner ever verified his integrity?"
The soldier's face was expressionless, his eyes were fixed on the front, and when he heard the words, he immediately replied sonorously: "Report to the Marshal, never!"
Meng Tian frowned, "Why?"
"Reporting to Marshal, no one can tell. Shengjin Palace has a decree, and today's supervisor is in charge of this matter."
Meng Tian nodded, turned his head to look at Yan Xun who was sitting on the main seat, and said in a thick voice: "Your Majesty Yan, I have to work on you."
Yan Xun pursed his lips tightly, his brows were almost wrinkled together, a huge uneasiness and fear hit his heart uncontrollably, which made him unable to maintain his usual cool and calm, and it seemed a bit difficult to even answer.
Standing behind him, Chu Qiao seemed to have sensed something, stretched out her tender little hand, and tightly held the boy's arm.
"Open the box, the prisoner!"
Twenty imperial guards all stepped forward and lifted the white silk on the tray neatly. Inside were twenty luxurious treasure boxes made of gold. The golden key was inserted into the keyhole, and there was an endless clicking sound. Afterwards, everyone paused for a while, and opened all the lids of the boxes at the same time, exposing the contents inside to the sky!
Yan Xun's eyes widened suddenly, veins burst out on his forehead, he let out a beast-like growl from his throat, and immediately left his seat, wanting to pounce on the high platform.
The imperial soldiers on both sides rushed forward with agility, the sound of swords leaving their sheaths, the sharp sharp edges flickered, and their movements were as fast as thunder and lightning, irresistible. Almost at the same time, a vigorous figure stopped in front of everyone, only heard a crisp sound, the child unloaded a soldier's weapon, raised his brows, and stood in front of Yan Xun, not letting anyone approach him he.
The strong wind suddenly blew up, the sky and the earth were dark, black clouds piled up in the sky, and the black crows flew and screamed, fluttering their wings in the violent wind, and the cold wind and snow came. Everyone couldn't help but Blindfolded, with the sleeves to block the unscrupulous wind.
But there were so few people, with their eyes open, staring at the bloodthirsty high platform. In the dark, there is a god of war in the sky laughing wantonly in the sky, his voice pierces through the hearts of the turmoil, and sweeps away all the axioms in the world.
Meng Tian was wearing heavy armor, and said in a deep voice, "Situ Yundeng, roll your name!"
"Yes!" The young general with purple and gold embroidered flying birds on his shoulders stepped forward, pointed to the blood-clogged and messy head in the first gold box, and said loudly in a sonorous tone, "The hereditary vassal king of the land of Yanbei !The 24th generation grandson of Emperor Peiluo! Marshal of the Northwest Army of the Empire! The fifth hundred and seventy-sixth tablet of Chengguang Ancestral Temple in Shengjin Palace! !"
After finishing speaking, he walked to the second box and continued to say coldly: "The land of Yanbei is hereditary and divided into kings! The twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo! The envoy of the northwest of the empire! Shengjin Palace Chengguang Zu Temple fifth One hundred and seventy-seven memorial tablets! Yan Ting, the eldest son of Yan Shicheng, King of Yanbei, was beheaded in Yanbei Xunlieyuan on April 14th!
"The hereditary king of the land of Yanbei! The twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo! The deputy envoy of the northwest of the empire! The fifth hundred and seventy-eighth tablet of Chengguang Zu Temple in Shengjin Palace! Yan Xiao, the third son of Yanshicheng, king of Yanbei , April 16th, beheaded in Yanbei Huoleiyuan!
"The hereditary lord of the land of Yanbei! The twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo! The fifth hundred and seventy-ninth tablet of Chengguang Ancestral Temple in the Shengjin Palace! Yan Hongxiao, the eldest daughter of Yanshicheng, the king of Yanbei, is on April 16th, dead end , committed suicide in Weishui Honghu!
"The hereditary king of Yanbei, the twenty-fourth grandson of Emperor Peiluo! The deputy commander of the army and horses in the northwest of the empire! The 580th tablet of Chengguang Zu Temple in Shengjin Palace! On the ninth day of April, beheaded on the Shangshen Plateau in Yanbei!
"The land of Yanbei is hereditary..."
The long roll call finally came to an end, and the turbulent wind swept across Jiuyou recklessly. Standing on a high stone platform, Meng Tian looked down at Yan Xun, who was in charge of beheading, and said in a deep voice, "The roll call is over, please ask Prince Yan to examine the criminal!"
With a loud bang, the gust of wind suddenly rolled up, breaking a towering ancient tree next to the Jiuyou Terrace, and the huge branch flew up with a roar, and crashed into the center of the Golden Wing Square.
The wind roared all over the sky, and all the strange and unpredictable eyes all focused on the young man on the execution platform!
Gathering the iron of Kyushu, it is difficult to cast such a hatred!
Yan Xun closed his eyes slowly, and when he opened them again, they were blood red!
Thunder billowed in the pitch-black sky, and the north wind whistled and howled like a mad beast. Layers of black clouds almost pressed down on the ground, flying sand and rocks, and eyes opened like blind.
The current patriarch of the Meng clan, the Iron-Blooded Soldier in charge of mobilizing the empire's troops and horses, continued to say in a deep voice without changing his face: "Your Majesty Yan, please examine the criminals."
A gust of wind suddenly rose from the ground, and the black banners in the arena fluttered against the wind, hunting like fire, and the golden dragon ferociously danced its claws, as if it wanted to break through the flag and fly out. The young man clenched his teeth, his eyes were red, his face was pale and purple, and his fists were clenched tightly, as if a sky-high fire was spreading in his chest.
All of a sudden, Yan Xun shouted angrily, like a rising leopard that devoured people, punched an imperial soldier, grabbed a saber in an instant, and the saber flew out of the crowd like a mad tiger like a flying rainbow, towards the crowd. Jiuyou Gaotai slashed away angrily.
There was a burst of exclamation, and the imperial guards in khaki cloaks rushed forward one after another, densely packed, like boiling water from a spring of heaven. Standing behind Yan Xun, Chu Qiao frowned and turned her eyes slightly. Suddenly, she kicked a soldier's calf, leaped up with her strength, and grabbed the rope of the banner on the monitoring platform. There was a loud bang of hula, and countless black dragon battle flags instantly fell into the air, covering everyone in it.
"Catch him!" Wei Jing was the first to get up from under the flag with his face turning blue, pointing at Yan Xun who had already run off the stage, and shouted loudly, "The ambitious Yanbei dog, you can't let him run away!"
The soldiers on the Golden Wing Square had rushed forward at this time. Chu Qiao grabbed the furious young man and threw out the saber, with a crackling sound, the elevated braziers beside Jiuyou Terrace fell down one after another, the charcoal fire spread all over the ground, and the fire oil splashed everywhere, burning up on the snow all over the ground with a whimper .
"Let's go!" Chu Qiao yelled, grabbed Yan Xun and wanted to flee in the direction of Zhuwu Street, but the young man suddenly had amazing strength, pushed her away, and flew towards the heavily guarded Jiuyou High Platform And go!
"Yan Xun!" The hood on Chu Qiao's head fell off, her black hair fluttered in the wind, she frowned and shouted sharply, "You are crazy! Come back!"
All of a sudden, there was blood everywhere, and the corpse was in a mess. Yan Shizi lived in Zhenhuang Emperor's capital all year round. He was a man of menglang, unrestrained and unrestrained. No one had ever seen him get really angry. Even young nobles like Zhuge Huai couldn't know the depth of it. But at this moment, looking at the young man's swift and fierce figure like a leopard, looking at the young man's ferocious wolf-like bloodthirsty eyes, even those Western Expedition soldiers who have been scrambling on the battlefield all year round among the dead, drinking and eating meat , I couldn't help but feel a chill.
That is a kind of strength, not martial arts, not wisdom, not a brute force that can lift mountains and surpass the world, but a kind of deep-seated hatred, firm belief, and the madness and determination to block people and kill Buddhas!
The strong wind howled, the grass broke, and the broken towering ancient trees made a whining sound in the wind, like a ghost crying. The young man's black hair covered his eyes, his shoulders were stained with blood, his coat slipped off, his wrists were bulging with bruises, his eyes were like a beast in a desperate situation, he held a bloodthirsty long knife, and walked up to the Jiuyou high platform step by step.
The soldiers on both sides hesitated, half bowed cautiously. They didn't know what was wrong with them, thousands of imperial elites, no one dared to move their footsteps in front of this young man with crazy eyes. A huge murderous aura filled the air, causing the carrion-eating hawks to hover up and down in the sky, thinking that there was some gluttonous feast below.
With a soft pop, the young man's feet stepped on the last step, and as long as he took another step, he could walk up to the Jiuyou high platform.
At this moment, Meng Tian's voice was cold and deep, "Is Prince Yan here to test criminals?"
Yan Xun slowly raised his head, a drop of blood slowly flowed down his sharp chin, whether it was someone else's or his own, the young man's voice was low and hoarse, like a ghost crawling out of hell, "Get out of the way! "
A loud bang suddenly flashed by, and in the brilliant winter day, there was thunder and thunder, and the snow was dancing everywhere with the raging wind. The young man slowly raised his bloodthirsty saber, pointed at General Mengtian from a distance, and said coldly, "Get lost!"
With a muffled bang, the general of the empire suddenly jumped up into the air, hitting the young man's chest with his kick. In an instant, Yan Xun was like a kite with a broken string, spraying blood all over the air, spinning in the air, landing on the high stone steps, rolling to the ground like a gourd!
"Yan Xun!" Chu Qiao yelled, and rushed forward with a knife. Only then did the soldiers react and immediately surrounded her. After all, Chu Qiao is small, weak and short, how can she resist the siege of so many people, just a few fights, her arms and thighs have been injured in many places, and as soon as her body weakened, she was blocked by more than a dozen sharp swords Above the neck, you can't move an inch.
"Yan Xun!" Chu Qiao cried out in grief, her eyes were blood red, her hands were held behind her back, unable to break free.
Time is so fast, yet so quiet, the sound of hunting wind is like a ghost urging to death, raging and galloping in the vast square. Inside and outside Zhenhuang City, the high-ranking people of the empire, nobles, veterans, officials, generals, soldiers, as well as the ordinary people who were watching around, all held their breath and looked up at the blood-stained boy in the pool of blood. As if it had been so long, and it seemed as if it was just a moment, the boy lay on the ground, moved his fingers lightly, and then firmly grasped the snow, clenched tightly, climbed up, his eyes were like a stubborn lone wolf, bit by bit Climbing up staggeringly, his figure swayed slightly, and then leaning on the saber, he walked towards the high platform step by step.