Jun Jiuling

Crying pierced the tranquility of the rainy night, but it was restored immediately.

I don't know how long it took, the rain stopped, and the summer insects resumed their whispering.

The sound of small footsteps sounded in the courtyard late at night, and soon stopped in front of the corner door.

The lock on the corner door was half hanging and not locked.

Fang Jinxiu watched silently for a moment, and couldn't help but turn her head.

The night was pitch black, with occasional lights flickering in it, she seemed to see someone looking at her vaguely in the darkness, and it seemed that she was just dazzled

Do you still expect someone to send you off?

Fang Jinxiu smiled self-deprecatingly, and lowered her head to look at the small bundle in her hand.

It was given to her by Yuanshi, and she originally planned to take nothing with her.

Since she is no longer the third lady of the Fang family, then come here with empty hands, and leave with empty hands.

But Yuan Shi said that one should not be so rigid, so he just gave her a small burden.

"At least take the change of clothes with you," she said.

Fang Jinxiu carried the burden on her shoulders, raised her head, took the lock of the corner door, pushed it open and strode out.

The door was closed to isolate the girl's figure, Fang Yunxiu who was standing behind the tree couldn't help crying anymore.

"Can she do it? It's late at night. It's not too late to leave after dawn." She cried.

Fang Yuxiu stroked her shoulder to comfort her.

"Let her do what she wants." She said, "Don't worry, Third Sister is a very powerful person."

On the other side, looking at Yuan Shi kneeling in front of her, Mrs. Fang sighed softly.

"Go and rest," she said.

Yuanshi kowtowed twice.

"Thank you ma'am," she said.

"You don't have to thank me. It's meaningless to thank you here and there. There's still a lot to do tomorrow, so let's take care of ourselves." Mrs. Fang said, looking at the night sky, the east is about to turn pale, and a new day is coming. .

When the sky was bright, the streets were already crowded with people. It seemed that people from the whole Yangcheng had come out. In fact, not only people from Yangcheng had received the news in advance. There was a long queue at the city gate.

Because today is the day when Yangcheng County interrogates the perpetrators of the Deshengchang case.

The moment Song Yunping's prison van was pulled out of the prison, the crowd waiting on the street immediately became noisy, and the rotten vegetables and leaves that had been prepared were rained down like raindrops.

Although Song Yunping, the magistrate of Li County, has not announced the specific crimes, rumors have spread all over the sky, because it involves De Shengchang, and it involves more than ten years of past events, and the spectators are overwhelmed.

Although this is not a corrupt official, it is even a personal enmity and has nothing to do with other people, but the official position of Li County Magistrate made the common people fear and chill. I can guarantee that others will not be unlucky in his hands.

Secondly, Strictly speaking, Song Yunping, who is other people's shopkeeper and slave, does such a deceitful thing, and everyone feels terrified. Who can guarantee that the people around him don't have such sinister intentions.

So everyone was filled with righteous indignation, empathizing with the injustice.

More importantly, a lot of rotten vegetable leaves in dustpans have been placed on the street in advance for everyone to use.

Things that are smooth, effortless and fun are not done for nothing.

Of course, these rotten leaves were arranged by the Fang family.

If it weren't for the taboo officials specially invited from Taiyuan Mansion to supervise and behead them, these rotten leaves would have been placed from the gate of the county government prison to the beheading platform on Dongjie.

When the beheading officer and the escorting officers and soldiers beat the gong to clear the way and walked on the street, the first wave of rotten vegetables and leaves was also thrown over.

Song Yunping in the prison car also became embarrassed, and the prison board on his back was also crooked, and the words prisoner Song Yunping were covered by vegetable leaves.

Song Yunping felt that in addition to anger, there was also inexplicable fear.

This fear shouldn't be strange at all, people are going to die, of course they have to be afraid, but apart from the fear of death, there is also the fear of emptiness that everything will disappear into nothingness.

He, Song Yunping, has lived in Yangcheng for nearly twenty years. He has become a well-known good man, loyal, filial and righteous. When he goes out, who doesn't know that he is the shopkeeper of Song, and who doesn't give a thumbs up behind his back.

It is not easy to build up a reputation, but it is so easy to fall down.

Song Yunping looked around vaguely with his eyes covered by his hair. The people were unabashedly disgusted and indignant, and there were distaste and disdain from the well-known and wealthy people in the restaurants on both sides.

He never thought that this day would come, it was like a dream.

After waking up from the dream, is he still the big treasurer whom everyone admired and the Fang family trusted and revered?

In fact, if you live like that for a lifetime, it's not bad.

Song Yunping suddenly regretted it in his heart.

But it was too late to regret it, because officers and soldiers opened the way, and the prison van quickly passed through the crowded street to the execution platform.

In front of the execution platform, officers and soldiers surrounded an open space, and on the high platform were officials of all sizes from Taiyuan Prefecture.

Song Yunping was dragged from the prison van, which caused a commotion at the scene, but immediately the clamor dissipated, and the surroundings became quiet.

The silence came suddenly, Song Yunping looked over subconsciously, and saw a place in the dense crowd that gave way.

A group of people in sackcloth and mourning came over.

Almost all of these people were women, and the leader was the gray-haired old lady Fang, and Fang Chengyu, who supported old lady Fang, was the only male.

Everyone was blocked outside, but seeing this group of people approaching, the officers and soldiers were obviously greeted in advance to let them out of the way.

"At this time, we can no longer kill our enemies in public."

Some officials couldn't help thinking.

Li County Magistrate's death has been announced as a suicide in fear of crime. No matter whether the truth has been spread or not, it still cannot be said.

Song Yunping was also a little scared.

These women wouldn't want to beat him to death on the spot, would they? That would be as fast as being beheaded with a knife.

Fortunately, the members of the Fang family did not rush forward, but stood still under the execution platform, staring at him with hatred and sorrow.

Song Yunping lowered his gaze.

After a moment of silence, the crowd became agitated again as the executioner took the stage.

Like the beheading officer, the executioner was also specially invited from Taiyuan Mansion. It is said that he is a master craftsman who has been beheading for more than ten years. The common people gasped in fright, and it was very enjoyable in the summer.

As the executioner stood up, the people held their breath, and the officials on the stage began to read out the charges.

Although various versions of the story of this incident have been circulated for a long time, the exact official judgment was not heard until today. Well, everything today and the future will be the material for their meals.

This crime is much more detailed than before. Firstly, the facts of the case started more than 20 years ago, and secondly, it was also requested by the Fang family.

The Fang family wants the people to understand that the curse they have been carrying these years is not a natural disaster but a man-made disaster.

The crimes were read eloquently for half an hour, and the people listened fascinated, sometimes suddenly, sometimes amazed, sometimes sad, sometimes angry.

As the storytellers wrote furiously, they were certain in their hearts that this crime must have been polished by colleagues, otherwise it would not be so easy to understand.

After the verdict was read out, the crowd felt a little bit unsatisfied, but the next part would be more lively and expectant, and the crowd couldn't help surging again.

The supervisor stood upright and called out Song Yunping's name. The executioner took a step forward. Under the sunlight at noon, he looked like a tall ghost from hell. The people in the audience fell silent, and all eyes were on the executioner's ghost head. on the knife.

Song Yunping was already numb, but instead developed a sense of pride.

"Twenty years later, he will be a good man again." He shouted.

This sound made the people very excited, and there were bursts of clamor.

"Slash!" The officials on the high platform obviously didn't like this reaction, and they threw down the torches and shouted.

The executioner drew out the crime card and held up the ghost knife.

"Go on the road, please." He yelled violently, and the hearts of the people nearby jumped three times.

With the shout, the raised knife fell down.

The people held their breath and clenched their teeth, but they didn't see the scene of people's heads falling to the ground and blood spurting three feet.

The executioner's ghost knife slashed on Song Yunping's shoulder, barely touching half of his neck.

Blood gushed out, and people screamed and fell down, but no one fell to the ground and died.

This is scary.

It was even scarier than the head falling, because the man who lost half of his head was still alive and screaming.

The onlookers screamed in unison.

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