Yangzhou City, Jiangnan Tower.

Guan Huaigong's eyes flickered.

Next to him and Zhu Ming, a knight in royal robes had already stuck his head out and looked downstairs.

"Order of the King of Qin."

"cut!"

Following the order, the officials of Yangzhou Prefecture, who had been escorted to Jiangnan Tower for a long time, kept wailing for a while.

But these sounds soon stopped.

After a while.

Outside Jiangnan Tower, there was complete silence.

The people of Yangzhou City, who had already heard the commotion, were secretly watching from a distance, with fear in their eyes.

With just a cup of tea, almost all the officials in Yangzhou Prefecture were beheaded.

The Yangzhou officials who had previously participated in the evaluation of officials in the 18th Prefecture of South Zhili looked at their former colleagues and superior officials from a distance, having their heads chopped off by the superiors in Beijing.

A bloody head rolled to the ground.

Because there were so many people, the heads that fell on the ground were crowded and bumped together.

A heat wave swept across, and the smell of blood soared into the sky, causing the sound of vomiting to be heard from the crowd quietly watching in the distance.

From the Yangzhou Prefecture to the Lianghuai Supervisory Salt Transport Envoy and the Division of Transport Envoys, down to the county officials, almost the entire army was wiped out.

The bloody scene seemed to have covered the towering Jiangnan Tower with a layer of bright red blood gauze.

The sun was shining brightly, but the spectators only felt cold and eerie.

Jiangnan upstairs.

Guan Huaigong's eyelids were trembling.

He couldn't control his slightly trembling legs, and lowered his hands to press on the outside of his thighs.

In just one breath, Guan Huaigong's lips were already white without a trace of blood. His breathing was heavy and difficult. In his wide eyes, the pupils shrank violently due to fear.

Sniff...

Zhu Xi, who was standing under the window, put his hands on the railing and took a deep breath outside.

Guan Huaigong's face turned even more ugly.

He actually saw a look of enjoyment on King Qin's face.

The young official shuddered violently.

However, Zhu Xi had already looked over with a faint look: "Do you know why this king would do this?"

At this moment, in Guan Huaigong's eyes, Zhu Xiang was just a demon with a mouth full of blood.

His eyes were a little dodgeful, he lowered his head and took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty wants to cut through the mess quickly."

"That's quite right." Zhu Ping seemed very relaxed.

There are less than a thousand heads downstairs in Jiangnan, so this is nothing.

Zhu Feng continued: "In addition to the county yamen, Yangzhou Prefecture also has the Lianghuai Supervisor Salt Transfer Envoy Si Yamen and the Water Transport Governor's Yamen. These yamen used to be under the jurisdiction of the imperial court. Although Zou Xueyu became the governor, he had no control over these yamen.

Yamen can only mediate conflicts.

Yangzhou Prefecture had the largest number of absentees this time, as if these people had the acquiescence behind the scenes. It was natural to kill them. By killing them, Zou Xueyu would be able to continue to promote reforms in Nanzhili without a lot of resistance.

But what’s more important is another point.”

Guan Huaigong swallowed silently.

It was really hard for him to accept the scene in front of him.

"I... I don't know, I don't know..."

Zhu Xi smiled and reached out to pat Guan Huaigong on the shoulder: "Actually, the most important thing is that I don't want them to live."

The reason is simple.

It was so simple that Guan Huaigong couldn't believe the explanation he heard.

But at this moment, he was extremely convinced that the reasons His Highness the King of Qin had mentioned before were of no importance at all. The most important or the only reason was that His Highness the King of Qin wanted to kill these people in Yangzhou City.

Guan Huaigong closed his mouth tightly, his throat was choked and twitching, and the smell of blood seemed to be spurting out from his belly, which was suppressed by him.

Zhu Xi laughed boldly, and patted Guan Huaigong's shoulder heavily a few more times.

"You have to get used to it. There is an old saying that newborn calves are not afraid of tigers. Why are you even afraid of seeing some blood?"

Guan Huaigong lowered his head deeply: "Xiaguan...Xiaguan just has some..."

Zhu Xi waved his hand: "We have just arrived at the last place, and there are still many places to run to. Let me teach you in advance. The more you are afraid of such a scene, the more you feel uncomfortable, the more you want to see, the more you want to open up on the spot.

Smell the smell of blood with your nose. When you have seen and smelled more, you will not only take your time, but even when you hold the rice bowl, you will feel the fragrance is overflowing, and you will eat more."

Zhu Xi's face was full of pride and smile.

Finally, Guan Huaigong couldn't hold on any longer and rushed into the building. He held a basin that he didn't know what it was used for, opened his mouth and vomited it out.

At this time, Zhu Xi seemed to be a gentle and kind-hearted uncle next door.

"Drink some wine to strengthen your courage."

While talking, Zhu Xi had already handed a glass of wine to Guan Huaigong.

Guan Huaigong: "..."

The young man couldn't help but roll his eyes. He had seen caregivers feeding people water and soup, but he had never seen anyone feeding him wine.

Zhu Ping sat aside with a smile.

"When I was as old as you, I led people to fight outside the customs, drank the blood of captives, and ate the flesh of chiefs. There were mountains of human heads. I sat on them, holding the meat in my hands, and lay down drunk to death. It was extremely enjoyable."

As he spoke, Zhu Xi held a pot of wine in his hand, raised his head and poured it into his mouth.

The wine flowed from his mouth, soaking his neck and chest.

However, Zhu Ping licked his lips and patted Guan Huaigong on the back.

"Take a sip! Keep it and you'll be fine!"

But with this slap, Guan Huaigong almost vomited out his entire intestines and stomach.

After a long while, Guan Huaigong fell to the ground weakly, looking up at His Highness King Qin who was still carrying a wine bottle in front of him.

Guan Huai Gong felt a strong heart, took the jug, pulled out the cork with all his strength, held the jug with both hands, raised his head and poured the wine into his stomach.

After a few sips, Guan Huaigong swallowed a bottle of wine.

He let out a long belch, lowered his head, his face was already red, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Zhu Xi held the fried beans and stuffed them into his mouth one by one, looking at the young man in front of him calmly.

After half a ring.

Guan Huaigong took a long breath and shouted loudly.

"color!"

Zhu Ping's calm face gradually became vivid.

He laughed loudly: "Keep drinking!"

At this time, Guan Huaigong no longer felt sick or uncomfortable at all. He stared at his eyes, grabbed the table with both hands and sat on the chair.

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"If you enjoy cooking sheep and slaughtering cows, you will have to drink three hundred cups at a time!"

With a bright face, Zhu Xi reached out and moved a plate of mutton legs in fish soup on the table to Guan Huaigong, then grabbed a handful of garlic from the side and slapped it in front of the young man.

“How can you drink without meat!”

“Eat it big!”

Guan Huaigong was already full of alcohol, and his chest and clothes were completely wet with alcohol, but he patted the table with both hands: "Okay!"

Upstairs in Jiangnan, Zhu Shuang swept aside the exquisite wine and dishes prepared by Yangzhou Mansion, while his personal soldiers brought pots of beef and mutton from the back kitchen.

Drinks are free of charge and can be brought up from downstairs.

Wine jugs and wine jars were scattered all over the floor.

This meal lasted until dusk.

Guan Huaigong was a young man after all, and he was too drunk. He lay limply among a pile of cattle and sheep bones, his mouth pouted high, and his tongue stuck out as if he wanted to put it into the fallen wine jug in front of him.

His hands hung down weakly, shaking every now and then.

Guan Huaigong's eyes were confused and his vision was blurry, but he murmured from time to time.

"drink……"
To be continued...