Everyone on and off the execution platform looked at Hu Weiyong, wanting to hear what he had to say.
"Hu Xiang..." Zhao Zhu looked at Hu Weiyong with pleading eyes, begging him not to cause trouble anymore.
It's already this time, and if we add any extraneous interference, not only will we not be able to save Hu Tianci, but we will drag everyone and everyone's families into it. There will really be rivers of blood...
Hu Weiyong held his hands on the table and moved his lips. His face turned pale at first, then turned sallow, and finally turned into a strange purple.
His eyes also changed drastically, from shock, to disbelief, then to some enlightenment, and finally to bone-crushing grief...
At this moment, the projection of the sundial needle completely coincided with the red bar on the dial.
"It's three quarters past noon!" the official in charge of announcing the time chanted, breaking the suffocating silence.
The executioners raised their ghost-headed knives high, waiting for the executioner's final order.
Kaiji looked at Hu Weiyong.
Hu Tianci stretched his neck desperately and looked at Hu Weiyong with pleading eyes.
Hu Weiyong did not speak, but turned away and waved his hand.
"Execution!" Kaiji no longer hesitated and ordered loudly.
The executioners slashed with their swords, blood spurted out, and heads rolled to the ground.
Among them is Hu Tianci’s head that never rests in peace...
The executioner's apprentice quickly picked up the head, put it into a wooden box, wrapped it in black silk, carried it to the execution platform, and handed it to Hu Weiyong.
This is a treatment only given to the prime minister. Other death row prisoners will also have their heads put away by the executioner, but if their families want to go back, they have to pay a large sum of money in order to receive the whole body.
Holding the fire sign returned by Kaiji in his hand, Hu Weiyong never dared to look at the man's head.
At this moment, his heart was like a knife, and he was bursting into tears. The regret, guilt, and pain were ten times stronger than the morning, gnawing at his heart crazily...
He thought that after experiencing the pain of killing his son yesterday, nothing in this world would make him feel sad anymore.
Unexpectedly, he knew he was wrong the next day. It turned out that the pain more painful than killing a child was killing the child twice...
Oh my god, you're going to kill me for playing.
His body shook, and finally a mouthful of old blood spurted out...
"Hu Xiang." Zhao Zhu quickly supported him.
Hu Weiyong waved his hand and said vaguely something like 'what a good thing you did'...
Zhao Zhu didn't hear clearly, or pretended not to hear clearly.
"Don't touch me..." Hu Weiyong glanced at Zhao Zhu with cold eyes.
Zhao Zhu felt as if he had been stung by a scorpion and quickly let go.
Hu Weiyong lost power and almost fell to the ground.
"Hu Xiang..." Zhao Zhu wanted to help but didn't dare.
Unexpectedly, Hu Weiyong actually had a powerful evil fire rising from the bottom of his heart, supporting him to hold on to the table. Although it was shaky, he still stood firm.
After a while, Hu Weiyong stabilized his body, walked off the stage step by step, leaning on a cane and holding his son's head.
Under the stage, Hu De, who had a slash on his face, quickly came up to him and wanted to take the box from Hu Weiyong's hand.
However, Hu Weiyong gave him a heavy blow with his stick, and then gave him a backslash, forming a big cross.
Hood was beaten this time and his nose was bleeding profusely. He covered his nose and looked at him blankly.
"Don't let me see you again." Hu Weiyong said coldly and went straight to the car.
The prime minister is always escorted, so there is no need to worry about no one driving him.
The common people also saw the excitement and dispersed in all directions with satisfaction. Many people were still discussing Mr. Hu's last words - 'Dad, fuck me...'.
No, it’s the previous sentence, ‘I was replaced, but somehow, I was replaced again!’
The citizens of Nanjing, who were keen on gossip, started discussing this with great interest.
Some people say that Mr. Hu was so frightened before he was beheaded that he suffered from hysteria.
But there is obviously no market for this kind of theory of minimizing big issues. The public is still more interested in talking about another theory - Hu Xiang must have wanted to kill a white duck and serve as a scapegoat for his son, but somehow, by some strange combination of circumstances, he was killed.
The people were replaced.
In the end, he killed his own son...
In this way, can the comedy effect be maximized, and is it in line with the general public's expectations of "the bad guy shoots himself in the foot after all his traps are exhausted"?
If Hu Weiyong hadn't been so powerful, it wouldn't be long before a drama based on this model would be staged.
At this time, the people did not know that during the morning court, Hu Xiang refused the imperial favor of pardoning his son... Otherwise, Gao Luo would have made a pot of wine, added some dishes, and chatted all night long on this topic.
But the people involved in the crime department said, "The hozen ate the peppercorns - the numb claws."
The two officers, Zhao Zhu and Kaiji, looked at each other. The latter did not participate in anything, even "lying on the mat and blowing the pig to death - sighing", the former even wanted to die.
"Why did the cloth that gagged my mouth fall off? How could it fall off?" Zhao Butang murmured, "Could it be that God wants to kill me?"
"Don't panic, department. The prisoner said everything before he was executed. Maybe he just wanted to take revenge on our punishment department and drag us into the water." Kaiji guessed.
"It's possible, it's completely possible!" Zhao Zhu's eyes lit up and he immediately said: "That should be the case! We enforce the law impartially and treat everyone equally, and we did not open any backdoors for Mr. Hu. He really suffered in prison...
...Young Master Prime Minister, I’m sure you won’t be able to bear it.”
"As for the smell on his body, even a farmer's son can't stand it." Kaibu Tang nodded and said, "It's like falling into a cesspool."
"Isn't it? That's why he held a grudge and wanted to trick us before he died!" Zhao Zhu said angrily: "What does it mean to be exchanged out and exchanged back again? Is being a prison in the Ministry of Punishment a public latrine? Come in whenever you want,
If you want to leave, you can leave, if you want to jump into the cesspool, you can jump into the cesspit?"
"That's what happened." Kaiji said: "His statement is too ridiculous. Even if he is easily replaced, why should he be replaced again to tease him?"
"Well, it's just nonsense. No one will take it seriously." Zhao Butang nodded and said, "Don't pay any attention to him, otherwise the description will get darker and darker."
So I decided to just pretend that nothing happened, close the stall and go home...
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In that room, Hood was walking down the street in despair with two crossed bars on his face.
What a coincidence, I happened to see Lao Liu and Xu Miaoqing holding hands and coming out of Dagongfang.
As soon as he saw another red line on his face, Lao Liu couldn't help but whistle again.
"Hey, the ban has been changed to a full-day ban."
The Hood people were all numb and ignored them and continued to move forward.
Xu Miaoqing quietly squeezed Lao Liu's hand and whispered: "Little hooligan."
"Is this a gangster? I'll show you later what a real gangster is." Lao Liu shouted in a low voice.
He could only scare Xu Miaoqing, because Eunuch Wu was still waiting for him.
Boss Zhu asked him to go see the driver quickly.
When things got to this point, even a fool could see that someone was deliberately trying to mess with Hu Weiyong.
Then Lao Liu, who is the biggest suspect, naturally has to give his father an explanation...
"Go and talk nicely and don't raise any objections. It won't be worth the beating." Xu Miaoqing couldn't help but worry.
"Don't worry, I have merits and demerits, and my father may reward me." Lao Liu grinned, but he actually didn't know what he was doing.
At this moment, he just wanted to greet the dead old man who had returned to Uncle Chengcheng's Mansion...
