"Yes, what you can't get is always turbulent." Lao Liu smiled and nodded: "The more people you have, the easier it is to get into trouble. To put it bluntly - you are used to it. Treat such people.
It's very simple, just take away the things he is accustomed to, and he will know that what he originally had may actually be more precious."
"What His Highness said makes sense." Li Wenzhong's expression changed when he heard this, and he clasped his fists and said, "It's really enlightening."
"My cousin has quite the temperament of a poet." Lao Liu glanced at Li Wenzhong with a smile and said in his heart that his cousin actually resonated with Hood. I guess the old thief did this to his foster sons back then...
Thinking again about the cousin Zhu Wenzheng whom I have never met before, I can't go wrong.
"I'm just an old, rough Qiuba, but I still have the temperament of a poet?" Li Wenzhong laughed loudly and said, "I still have the temperament of a murderer. Come on, let's watch the beheading."
"Yes, beheading is more interesting." Lao Liu said seriously, "Especially when I kill my son, you can't see it easily."
"Let's go together." Cao Guogong said, lowering his voice and asked curiously: "Your Highness, why doesn't Hu Weiyong want to show mercy to his father? He is not a shameless person..."
"I'm in the mountains every day, how would I know?" Zhu Zhen said lightly. There were too many people who wanted to find out the news from him, and even his cousin would not dare to tell nonsense.
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That room is the prison of the Ministry of Punishment.
Mr. Hu had already been washed and tied up by the guards. They glued his hair, tied it into a pear corner, put a red silk paper flower on it, drove him to the altar of the blue-faced saint, and kowtowed with his head.
The host lit the incense again, and then brought Mr. Hu a bowl of farewell wine.
"You are not allowed to talk nonsense anymore." The boss looked at him and said.
"..." Mr. Hu nodded vigorously.
The chief also nodded, and then his men plucked the straw out of Mr. Hu's mouth and put the wine bowl to his mouth.
Mr. Hu was stabbed in the throat for a long time, and his throat was already smoking. He couldn't wait to put it to his mouth, and drank a bowl. Then he took a breath and said: "There is also a decapitation meal..."
"Scare, you are a murderer. Didn't you have a long-term meal last night?" An old policeman scolded: "You damn thing, you want to cheat me again before you are on the road?!"
"That was really not me last night, I really didn't eat..." Master Hu had lost his temper and said aggrievedly.
"Fart again, shut his mouth!" The chief was furious. The old guard quickly picked up the dirty rag on the altar table and blocked his mouth again.
Then he was turned around, put on the shackles and shackles, and slapped two Ministry of Punishment seals on him.
"Okay, let's get on the road." The old guard sang loudly: "Don't look back. You have committed sins in this life, and you will definitely live to be old in the next life..."
The guards pushed Mr. Hu out of the cell door and put him in the prison car.
Next to the prison car, there were actually hundreds of fully armed officers and soldiers waiting. They escorted the prison car and marched out of the prison of the Ministry of Punishment and out of the city.
As soon as they left Guancheng, the officers of the Ministry of Punishment raised flags and beat gongs, not only to clear the way, but also to attract citizens to come and watch.
In fact, there is no need to say hello at all today, and the people in the capital don't know where they heard the news. They all know that today is a good day for Mr. Hu to go on the road.
Who doesn’t want to see with his own eyes Mr. Hu, who was rampant in Nanjing, being led to the execution ground?
In order to join in the fun, the citizens of Nanjing got up earlier than the officials. They took breakfast and helped the old and young to wait on the only way to the execution ground.
From Guanmen to Taipingmen, from Taipingmen to Sanshan Street, the nine-mile long street is densely packed with people, at least one hundred and eighty thousand...
The eight hundred officers and soldiers were frightened by the enthusiasm of the people as if they were facing a powerful enemy.
Only then did Mr. Hu realize why he had to use so many soldiers to escort him. He couldn't help but feel a little proud. It seemed that my reputation was still resounding.
Seeing the common people carrying baskets, he couldn't help but secretly thought, could this be a meal and drink for my young master to see him off?
Before this thought could pass through his mind, he was hit in the head by a flying dog shit prong.
Immediately afterwards, more dog feces, human feces, and sheep feces flew from all directions, hitting the prison car like hail.
Almost instantly, Mr. Hu, who had just washed himself, applied it all over his face and body.
The baskets of these unscrupulous people are filled with all kinds of poop...
The most outrageous thing is that there are also thin daddies filled with pig urine... In order to express their true feelings for Mr. Hu, the people really worked hard.
The escorting officers, soldiers and officers were also affected. The former were better off and could raise their shields to block the hail of bullets, but the latter could only hold their heads and fight hard.
At first, some people wanted to yell at the people, but they opened their mouths and ate a cake the size of a winter date... So they all became honest and tried to stay away, holding their heads. Now they could only care about their heads and not their buttocks.
This was due to the fact that the responsible officer, Kai Shilang, was very experienced and asked him to separate from other prisoners and set off alone. Otherwise, there would be complete chaos.
The most painful thing was that the prison of the Ministry of Punishment was outside the north gate of Nanjing City, while the Sanshan Street where the murders were committed was in the area of Confucius Temple in the south of the city. The procession had to go through the entire capital, otherwise it would be called a parade.
When the team finally arrived at the street entrance, the prison cart weighed at least three to five hundred kilograms, and the horses pulling the cart snorted and cursed...
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Just across the street from Sanshan Street is the original Yanwang Mansion.
Although the plaque of Prince Yan's Mansion has been removed, no one dares to kick their family out yet.
Lao Liu and Lao Si built a ladder and climbed to the top of Yin'an Hall, where they could see clearly without a telescope.
In fact, the sixth brother originally planned to go see the scene, but when he thought that the fourth brother was still at home and couldn't go out, he couldn't help but lick the dog... Oh no, it's brotherly love, so he left his elder cousin behind and ran to find the fourth brother.
The two brothers leaned on the ridge of the palace, drinking and talking sarcastically.
"Hehe, this prison car is simply an ancestral code - Shit Mountain." Lao Liu said with a smile.
"Hahaha." The fourth child has become accustomed to not being able to understand his wisecracks, but it does not affect his mood and he said: "Or do you have the foresight to go to the scene with your eldest cousin and not let the internal smell kill you?"
"Of course I have the foresight. I had people help spread the news that Mr. Hu is on the road today." Lao Liu smiled and said, "Expect the evil to Fourth Brother."
"Hahaha, good brother." Zhu Di clinked glasses with him, nodded heavily and said: "Happy, happy!"
"It would be even better if we could escort Hu Weiyong to the execution ground together!" After the toast, he wiped his lips and sighed with regret.
In the past few months, he had been forced to stay at home by Hu Weiyong, and he had been holding back his resentment. "I wish I could eat that old guy alive!"
"Hey, Fourth Brother, we are decent people, we should eat carefully and slowly." But the sixth child smiled and said: "Isn't it more interesting than eating it alive?"
"That's true." The fourth child glanced at the sixth child, patted his shoulder heavily, and said no more.
ps. Sorry everyone, a relative at home is lost and I have to rush there quickly. I don’t know how the update will be tomorrow, but I will report it in advance.
