Wen Yan was not executed in the end. After the case was taken over by Liu Songpo, he somehow thought of his old friendship and gave Wen Yan some sympathy. He left his whole body and the execution was changed to hanging.
Wen Yan originally had a glimmer of hope that he would be taken to Jiaodali Temple in the capital for prosecution, but the emperor had long been impatient. He wanted to save him the trouble by reducing his position to a civilian position, and executed him quickly before the Chinese New Year.
When the sentence was announced, Wen Yan's family members were able to visit their husband. It was the first time for the female family members to see him since he went to the Yamen to work in high spirits that day. In the prison, the energetic old man was no longer there, replaced by a description of
Wen Yan, a haggard and waning old man, used to be very well-maintained. Although he was still in his fifties, he still had a black head. Now he has a silver head with messy white hair. His skinny face has no expression. His whole spirit has collapsed.
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The female relatives had tears in their eyes. Wen Yan looked at them and shed tears too. He opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.
"Wen Yan, Governor Liu spared no effort and commuted your sentence to hanging, leaving you with a complete body to go to the spring to see your ancestors. Thank you." Meng Yeluo, the supervisory censor who came to pronounce the sentence, said lightly.
At this time, Wen Yan had nothing to say. Liu Songpo had not seen him from beginning to end. In the past few days, he kept saying in prison that he was wronged and was framed by Meng Yushi, but the prisoners turned a deaf ear to it. Anyone who was imprisoned
Nine out of ten people will say that they have been wronged, so who has the time to care about you?
He just nodded heavily to express his acceptance of the sentence. The female relatives cried together and watched helplessly as their master was escorted out of the prison. His thin body was only wearing a thin coat. Wen Yan rarely ate these days. His weight increased sharply.
He descended without even touching the ground with his feet, and was carried out of the cell door by two strong guards and into the prison yard.
The winter sun was not dazzling, but Wen Yan, who had not seen the sun for many days, was still so pierced that he could not open his eyes. The messy white fluttered in the cold wind. The jailer put heavy shackles on his feet and pulled him under the wooden frame in the yard.
The wooden frame was temporarily erected, with a looped hemp rope hanging from it. This was the gallows specially built for Wen Yan.
This was a private execution. In the prison yard, apart from Wen Yan's family members, there were only a few jailers and a few prison officials.
"Wen Yan, do you have anything else to say?" Meng Yeluo went through the final procedures.
Wen Yan shook his head slowly, then nodded suddenly and said, "If there is an afterlife, I will never enter officialdom again."
The noose was put around Wen Yan's neck, and the jailer kicked the stool under his feet. His own weight and the iron shackles on his feet made Wen Yan quickly fall down. The noose around his neck suddenly tightened, and his face turned blue.
He wanted to struggle, but his hands were tied behind his back and he couldn't move. He could only let out a few hoarse groans from his throat, his body twisted weakly a few times, and he died.
Wen Yan's death was ugly, his tongue was hanging out, and he was incontinent. The jailer put him down from the shelf, rolled him up on a torn mat, and waited for someone to carry him out and bury him in a mass grave.
Wen Yan's family members wanted to send the master's body back to their hometown for burial, but their property had been confiscated and they had even been registered as officials. How could they not have the money or power to do it? They could only watch the master being dragged to death like a dog.
They were also thrown onto a mule cart and driven out.
"The great revenge has been avenged, and the villagers can rest in peace." The brothers in Shibalibao who had witnessed the execution from beginning to end breathed a sigh of relief. The hatred for several years was finally avenged, and everyone felt relaxed in their hearts.
It's getting dark, and the crackling firecrackers are ringing. Today is New Year's Eve, and the day to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new is coming.
"Let's go have a drink!" Yuan Feng greeted his brothers and walked out of the dark prison.
...On the first day of the sixteenth year of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the sun was shining brightly in Chang'an City, the streets were crowded, and there was a new year and a new atmosphere. The King of Qin came to Chang'an, and the governors of Shaanxi and Gansu were replaced by new ones. Chang'an City's status in the Great Zhou Dynasty was increasing day by day.
All shops open their doors for business, and young men in brand-new clothes stand at the door and shout to attract customers who are also wearing brand-new clothes. Only during the Chinese New Year do people open up their money and buy new clothes and new appliances.
In the beginning, you always have to add some new possessions.
Cars and horses were flowing on the street, and the dignitaries took this opportunity to walk around and communicate with each other. A beautifully decorated carriage drove out of Yuchi's mansion. Halfway through, the maid in the car suddenly knocked on the window: "Change the route.
Go to the south of the city."
"Aren't you going to Mrs. Li's house?" the coachman asked in surprise.
"Stop talking nonsense, are you going to drive for the lady on your first day?" Under the influence of his own lady, even the maid became tough.
The driver asked helplessly: "Where to go?"
"Chengnan Dunhuang Guild Hall."
Dunhuang Guild Hall is a new name. The place was originally called Persian Dance House, which was not a very popular place. However, after the Red Sleeve Restaurant opposite it burned down, the business of this newly opened guild hall became booming all of a sudden. It is said that the number one
She is a foreign woman from Xiliang who can play the pipa. She claims to be looking for a master who can teach her how to play the lute in Chang'an. She has been searching for half a month but has not found her. The master has not been found, but her fame has come out. People in Chang'an who like music
Everyone likes to go there to play.
The Dunhuang Guild Hall, as the name suggests, is not an entertainment venue, but a private club similar to a hometown club. Those who want to watch erotic dances will not be entertained by prostitutes. All who come and go are literati, noble ladies and ladies, playing the piano, tasting wine, and reciting poems.
Of course, the drinks, food and venues in the guild hall are not free. Guests give rewards according to their own financial resources. Those who have money can take more, and those who have no money can get away with nothing. We don’t talk about money, but art. This is Dunhuang.
The characteristics of the guild hall, in this way, the heritage and grade of the guild hall suddenly increased, and the income was extremely high, which made Audrey, the proprietress, smile like crescent moons in her eyes with joy.
This was all a good idea of his son Ye Kai, who took advantage of the collapse of Hong Xiu Zhao to build the Dunhuang Guild Hall. Anyway, the caravan brought a lot of goodies from Xiliang, including various rare treasures, carpets, Buddha statues, sculptures, ancient calligraphy and painting albums, etc.
Wait, there is also Yulia who is proficient in music. It just so happens that a large number of so-called soldiers who have experienced the Liangzhou Defense War and the Conquest of the West have returned from the Western Regions. The style of the Western Regions of fighting and iron horses is popular in the Central Plains, and the Dunhuang Guild Hall is catching up. Business ideas
It won’t work if it’s not popular.
There are many entertainment venues in Chang'an City featuring the style of the Western Regions, but they are all outdated. The only authentic one is the Dunhuang Guild Hall. The proprietress is a Persian. It is said that the man behind the scenes is the famous swordsman Kuai Jian Luangzi.
Ye Tianxing, the underworld and the white people all gave face to it. When it opened, even the Yuchi family gave a plaque.
Miss Yuchi's carriage arrived at the entrance of the Dunhuang Guild Hall. Yuchijia got out of the carriage with the help of the maid. She turned around and looked at the old site of Hongxiu Zhao. Audrey had spent money to buy it. It was a big place and nothing was built.
, an artificial desert was piled up with yellow sand to satisfy the literati's fantasy of a desert. This grand gesture is really staggering. There is a lot of money in Chang'an City, and a huge amount of money was spent to buy a piece of land and turn it into a desert. This is
What kind of courage you have, and you have no room to explain it, because people in the upper class praise it for being so creative!
Yuchijia was a frequent visitor to the club, and everyone knew her from the concierge. Seeing her arrival, he quickly said hello: "Happy New Year, Miss. May you have good luck." Yuchijia nodded, asked the maid to give him a reward, and walked in by himself.
He suddenly stopped after a few steps and listened intently to the singing coming from inside.
If the sea dries up, there will still be a drop of tear
That's a thousand reincarnations I've been waiting for you in vain
Suddenly come back and cut off the constant fetters
All your pride can only fly in the painting
Who is that person under the sunset in the desert?
Let the years peel off the red clothes, but the scars will remain
Who is playing the pipa in the desolate castle?
Just waiting for me to come and go in a hurry and meet again in this life
Fireworks are flying all over the sky. Who are you charming for?
It’s just that I’m drunk just looking at the flowers.
Quicksand, quicksand is flying all over the sky, who is haggard for you?
It's just that fate comes and goes, fate is like water
The lyrics are very artistic, accompanied by pipa and qiang flute, and sung with a slightly vicissitudes of life in a baritone voice. It has a unique flavor. Yuchijia, who has never been to the Western Regions, was fascinated by it. The sunset in the desert, the lonely city in the long smoke, and the flute.
The swordsman and the alien beauty playing the pipa slowly formed a magnificent and poignant picture in front of her...
When the song ended, Yuchijia couldn't help but clapped her hands and ran in quickly, only to find that the person singing was actually Ye Kai.
"Brother Ye Kai, you sing beautifully." Yuchijia said with eyes shining, and when he saw Yulia who was playing music next to him, he also gave her a thumbs up to praise her. Yuchia and Yuchijia had known each other for a while.
As time passed, the two were similar in age and both liked musical instruments, so they had already become good friends.
Ye Kai's face turned red and he said: "It's nothing, I just sang the lyrics according to the score. The lyrics are good, and the music score is good."
He is being humble. Ye Kai's biological mother was also a famous singing girl in the Western Regions. The musical inheritance from his maternal side and the heroic temperament from his father's side determine that he must have a unique voice and characteristics. It is no longer possible to sing such a Western-style song.
Couldn't be more appropriate.
"It's just that you sing well. Let me listen to you if you sing again." Yuchi Jia said with a smile, but Ye Kai's face turned redder and turned around to leave: "I have something else to do, so I won't accompany you anymore."
"This dead Ye Kai, he hides when he sees me, huh!" Yuchijia was so angry that he put his hands on his hips and said to Audrey who came over: "Sister Audrey, please tell me how I provoked him. See you.
I felt like I had seen the big bad wolf."
Audrey said in her heart, I don't understand what's going on with you young people, but his father wanted to be his daughter-in-law when he snatched you, don't you know.
If you don't know, just don't know. I won't tell you. Audrey smiled and said: "Don't worry about him, let's play with ourselves."
"Sister Li, if you have any fun, don't call me, Xiaosheng." With a light greeting, a mean person appeared outside the door, wearing a long robe with jade belt, holding a folding fan in his hand, and a horse face full of
He smiled obscenely and wore a sable earmuff under his hat, which made him look even more vulgar.