A dark red horse tilted its head and snorted. The groom led it to a fixed position, and soldiers behind it put the rope it was dragging around Zhao Ling's neck.
The men from Pingyuan Jun's Mansion have been taken to another execution ground, and the executioner is spraying wine on the machete.
The spring breeze is ten miles away, and it also carries a sense of solemnity at this moment.
"My child, my child~"
"Master National Preceptor, please let the child go~, Master National Preceptor!"
"Your Majesty, what kind of evil have you done, Your Majesty~"
Three feet, children with this height are still very young. People often call the three-foot sword, but today's three-foot sword blade plus the hilt is only one meter.
After this slash, almost no boy from Pingyuan Jun Zhao Sheng, a member of the Zhao family, survived.
Many old men and women were kowtowing and crying, but these sad cries were drowned out by the angry roars of the victims.
"You still have the nerve to cry? If you do something like this, even the ancestors of the Zhao family will be humiliated underground!"
"When you brought trouble to us and caused trouble to us, did you ever think about today?!"
"That's right, you deserve to die, well done!"
"Zhao Ling! We are all from Zhao, why did you do this? The ancestors of the Zhao family, can they sleep well underground~"
Zhao Ling let Qin Bing play with his body, and the wind blew into his ears the insults of the people. He stared at the sky blankly, silently.
Lu Yan sat on a high place and looked at the raging crowds of people at the scene, both in the place where the victims were injured and in Handan City. He shook his head and sighed: "Zhao Ling, if Chang Hou and Guo Kai are the gravediggers of Zhao State, then you
It was after the two of them that another layer was solidified for this tomb."
Regarding the current situation, he didn't know whether to be happy or what to do.
A large family in the Zhao Guogong Palace, Zhao Sheng, the Pingyuan Lord who was powerful in the world twenty years ago, they were the former rulers of the entire Zhao land, but they poisoned the water source and harmed the farmland.
What should those people today who are unwilling to be ruled by Qin and still miss the Zhao family in the past think? What should the common people in Guizhou in the vast northern land think?
What Zhao Ling did hammered countless more nails into the Zhao family's coffin board, further reducing the possibility of Zhao family committing suicide.
"The time has come~"
"Woo~dongdong~"
The familiar sound of the horn sounded to the people of Handan, followed immediately by the sound of drums before the execution.
Lu Yan stood up, holding a command arrow in his hand, "Pingyuan Lord Zhao Ling, such evil deeds are unforgivable and unforgivable. Heaven and man will kill them together. The car will be broken and the execution will be carried out."
The arrow was thrown into the air, drew an arc, and fell to the ground, and the people cheered loudly.
"Kill~"
"Good kill!"
"The car is broken! The car is broken!"
"Good, Master Imperial Master!"
"Hmm~" Zhao Ling groaned as he was pulled by five horses. The tearing sensation coming from all over his body made his consciousness return to light.
"Ah ah~" His face turned red, smoke was coming out from all directions, and his internal strength cultivation forced the five horses to stop running forward.
The happy expressions of the people, the relieved faces of the Qin people, the birds passing by in the sky... everything in the world suddenly became clear to him, a dying man.
"Lu Yan, you... King Yingzheng of Qin sent you to govern the land of Zhao. You really know people~ um~"
Zhao Ling twisted his neck as hard as he could, trying to bring Lu Yan's body into his field of vision.
He used his own strength to forcefully hold on to five horses. When his internal strength finally ran out, he was almost unable to hold on.
"The birds are gone and the bows are hidden, the rabbits are dead, and the dogs are cooked. In less than five years, Zhao will be in great power, from Yunzhong in the north to Nanyang in the south. Everyone in the Qin Kingdom praises your name, Lu Yan. What do you think Ying Zheng will do to you~"
"Ahem~"
Zhao Ling coughed and lost all his strength. Five horses galloped forward. He used the last strength in his life to call out: "Lu Yan, the underworld is not far away. I'm waiting for you in front! Haha——"
"Bang~" There was a slight explosion, his body was torn apart, and blood mist exploded on the spot.
"Okay~"
"It's very satisfying! Good kill~"
"Well done, Master National Preceptor!"
Lu Yan heard Zhao Ling's words clearly before he died, turned around and drew another arrow, and whispered: "Thank you for reminding me before you die."
He threw the command arrow and waved his hand and said: "Any male of Pingyuan Lord Zhao Ling's clan who is more than three feet tall will be beheaded and executed."
The cheers of the people grew louder and louder, and Lu Yan, who was recognized and praised by people at this time, was shining brightly.
Duan Murong held the Qinggan Sword in both hands and lowered her eyes. She was very unhappy with the current scene. The original joy of helping the people get rid of their superstitions and find the real murderer had already been diluted.
Should Zhao Ling's family be killed? Shouldn't they be killed? Should those children be killed?
Unable to answer herself, she could only insert her sword silently into the carriage and tell the coachman to drive the carriage back to Handan City.
After the entire Zhao Ling family has been sentenced, it is now time to liquidate the people of Qi Luck and Hongyuan Company. The property must be no longer wanted. All of them will be confiscated and confiscated to the national treasury. As for the people, they will basically be sent to build the Great Wall. There is no chance of regaining freedom in this life.
body.
The remaining merchants who were not involved in this case but were also controlled by Zhao Ling were also strongly intervened by the government.
A major case that shocked the world came to an end, and the rumors that had been overwhelming were instantly reversed. Pingyuan Lord Zhao Ling became a model of aristocrats that was reviled by people all over the world, and Lu Yan's reputation skyrocketed.
Since we were busy for a long time that afternoon, the sun had already set by the time everything was done.
Lu Yan ordered Feng Jie to return to the camp with nearly a thousand people, stay in the military camp for one night, and then set off back to Gaoyi early tomorrow morning.
"Master Imperial Master is kind, I will do it right now."
Feng Jie took the order, rode his horse to the front of the military formation, and ordered the soldiers to turn back. At the same time, he said to the people: "It is getting late today. I have ordered everyone to return to the military camp under the orders of the Imperial Master. I will personally lead the army to send you home tomorrow."
The people of Haxian County and Gaoyi now looked at this seemingly vicious general and became a little cute.
"Thank you, General. Thank you, Master."
"I look forward to thanking the Imperial Master for his great kindness~"
"Thank you, Imperial Master, for your great kindness."
"I will make sure to understand Qin Fa well when I go back, so as not to cause any more trouble to the Imperial Preceptor."
"Me too!"
The people all talked about their gratitude to Lu Yan, and finally they all gathered into a unified movement. They all knelt down towards the high platform where Lu Yan was standing.
Feng Jie followed their gazes and looked over. Under Da Qin's red flag with black characters, Lu Yan's figure was illuminated by the setting sun.
"I was ordered to govern the land of Zhao. If such a disaster occurred, I would have neglected my duty. To make up for my mistakes after I neglected my duty is just to fulfill my duty.
It's getting late, and the spring cold is still a bit hurtful. You should hurry up and follow General Feng. I'm going back too."
After Lu Yan finished speaking, he jumped down from the high platform, led a group of officials to quickly mount their horses, and rushed towards Handan.
"Congratulations, Master National Preceptor!"
"Send off to the Imperial Master~"
The people stood up one after another and looked towards the direction he left, with various emotions.
Feng Jie watched Lu Yan's back go away, came back to his senses and murmured: "Don't be tempted by praise, don't be afraid of slander, just do what you want. Master, Feng Jie has learned a lesson."
When Pang Hua saw Lu Yan leaving, he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes turned to stare at the sharp-mouthed man, and his face became a little gloomy.
Your Majesty, you are already dead. You cannot blame me for Pang Hua's disloyalty. I still have the rest of my life to live well.