Chapter 40 Chapter Forty

The imperial prison is divided into east and west, each with two main roads, the east one leads to the main street Jiuwei, which is the place where prisoners must pass through when they are released and assigned, while the west one leads to Jiuyou Terrace, mostly The place where the death penalty is carried out. Jiuyou Terrace is backed by Yalang Mountain, sitting on Xuanjiao Chishui, and the most sacred Shengjin Lama Temple in the Great Xia Dynasty is located on the mountainside of Yalang Mountain. There is no prison car, no so-called trial, torture, and identity verification, only a dark war horse is prepared in front of the gate of the prison, tall and handsome, seeing Yan Xun snort happily, it is Yan Xun Xun's mount.The young man raised his eyebrows, and smiled lightly from the corner of his mouth. He helped Chu Qiao onto the horse's back, turned himself up, and went straight up Zhuwu Street, following the group.All the way, the gongs were sounded to clear the way, and the people all scrambled to avoid it. They retreated to the sides, looked around, and then followed behind, heading towards Jiuyou Terrace.

At that time, thick clouds piled up in the sky, and the black clouds rolled over, as if they were about to press down on people's heads. The strong wind rolled up on the ground, and hit the two children head-on from the long and empty road. Yan Xun opened Daqiu's front, The child's small body is wrapped in it, only a small head is exposed.Chu Qiao turned her head and looked at the young man's handsome brows, her eyes were clear and beautiful like water, Yan Xun lowered his head, smiled at her, and tightly clasped the two small hands under the big fur. They didn't know what kind of fate was waiting for them in front of them. The wind in this world was too strong, they could only stumble forward, waiting for the moment when the storm came, and raised their faces stubbornly.

There was a loud bang, and all the people walking on the street stopped unconsciously, looking up at the Yalangcang Mountain towering above Hongchuan East Plain.There, the Chengguang Ancestral Temple of the Shengjin Palace rang heavily, and the huge Canglang Bell was struck again and again by the golden pillars, and the sound echoed fiercely on the land of Hongchuan, thirty-six times, for a whole day. Thirty-six. Yan Xun's complexion suddenly turned pale, Chu Qiao clearly felt the hands holding her tremble violently, she raised her eyebrows, and looked at Yan Xun puzzled, but the boy didn't say a word.

The emperor's destiny, the ninety-five lords, forty-five bells will ring when the emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty dies, and the thirty-six bells are the etiquette for the death of the emperor's relatives and relatives. The blood of the Great Xia royal family flowed in his body. Many years ago, the prince of Yanmen, who had worshiped the same ancestor as the Zhao royal family, sneered coldly. All the way to Jiuyou Terrace, there are many flags and banners. Looking north, you can see the majestic and solemn Zijin Gate from a distance, with red walls and golden tiles. On the flat ground, the pitch-black ground reflected the pure white snow light, making it look more solemn.Yan Xun dismounted from his horse and was about to walk up the stage when a middle-aged man with a square face in inner court uniform suddenly stepped forward and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty Yan, please go this way."

"General Mengtian?" Yan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, looked in the direction the middle-aged man pointed, and said, "Isn't that where I'm sitting?" "Sheng Jin Palace has an order, and Yan Shizi will sit there." Yan Xun looked at the supervisor next to the high platform, if the person he killed today was not himself, which prince would it be? "So, respect is worse than obedience." The young man turned around coldly, walked up to the beheading stage under everyone's amazed eyes, and sat down on the main seat of the beheading officer.Beside him are the inner court officials of the Elder's House. The young man has flying eyebrows, his face is like a crown jade, and his face is as cold as ice and snow. There is no trace of nervousness or embarrassment.

Time passed by slowly, but no prisoner was escorted from Zhuwu Street.At this time, there was only a bang, and the side door of the Zijin Gate opened wide, and all the powerful figures of the elders' house, the soldiers and horse generals in the outer court, and the warriors and civil officials in the inner hall came out one after another. Even Zhuge Huai, Wei Shuyou and others were in the crowd. Afterwards, along with the owners of each house, they came to watch Zhan's position and sat down. Wei Shuyou's complexion was slightly pale, his wrists were tucked into the wide sleeves, no damage could be seen, his eyes were like knives slashing across Chu Qiao's body behind Yan Xun.When Yan Xun saw it, he turned his head to look, the eyes of the teenagers clashed in mid-air like lightning, they gave a cold smile, and then, as if nothing happened, they each straightened up, their faces calm.

Above the heavy clouds, the sun is hollow, and it is almost noon. Sima Huang Qizheng, who was in charge of supervising the beheading, walked forward with his waist bent, pointed to the sun clock in the center of Jiuyou Terrace, and respectfully asked for instructions: "Young Master Yan, the time has come, and it's time to execute." Yan Xun smiled lightly, soldiers came to block him, water came to cover him, and he flicked his sleeves: "Master Huang, please." Huang Qi was standing forward tremblingly, his old Adam's apple slid up and down, and his voice spread far away: "The time has come, lead the prisoner, and execute!"

"Execution!" A huge sound suddenly sounded, and three thousand private soldiers shouted in unison on the Golden Wing Square under the Nine Nether Terrace. Conscript soldiers, with a cold face, slowly walked forward holding trays covered with white silk, and stepped up to the pitch-black Jiuyou high platform step by step. Wei Shuyou suddenly snorted coldly, smiled sarcastically at the corner of his mouth, and looked towards the prison platform with cold eyes.Yan Xun frowned tightly for a moment, and a sense of ominous premonition suddenly hit his heart, he clenched the palm holding the armrest of the seat tightly, and the veins burst out.

Twenty imperial soldiers from Dianjiangtang stood coldly on the Jiuyou Terrace. The first marshal of the empire, General Mengtian, stepped onto the stage and said to the leading soldiers in a deep voice, "Has the prisoner ever verified his integrity?" The soldier's face was expressionless, his eyes were fixed on the front, and when he heard the words, he immediately replied sonorously: "Report to the Marshal, never!" Meng Tian frowned: "Why?" "Reporting to Marshal, no one can tell. Shengjin Palace has a decree, and today's supervisor is in charge of this matter."

Meng Tian nodded, turned his head to look at Yan Xun who was sitting on the main seat, and said in a loud voice, "Your Majesty Yan, I have to work on you." Yan Xun pursed his lips tightly, his brows were almost wrinkled together, a huge uneasiness and fear could not be suppressed, which made him unable to maintain his usual cool and calm, and it seemed a bit difficult to even answer.Standing behind him, Chu Qiao seemed to have sensed something, stretched out her tender white hand, and tightly held the boy's arm. "Open the box, the prisoner!" Twenty imperial guards all stepped forward and lifted the white silk on the tray in a uniform order. Inside were twenty luxurious treasure boxes made of gold. The golden keys were inserted into the keyholes, and there was a clicking sound. Afterwards, everyone paused and opened all the box lids at the same time, exposing the contents inside to the sky!

Yan Xun's eyes widened suddenly, the veins on his forehead burst out, he let out a beast-like growl from his throat, and immediately left his seat, wanting to pounce on the high platform. The imperial soldiers on both sides rushed forward with agility, the sound of swords leaving their sheaths rattled, the sharp edges flickered, and their movements were as fast as thunder and lightning, irresistible.Almost at the same time, a vigorous figure suddenly stopped in front of everyone, only heard a crisp sound, the child unloaded a soldier's weapon, raised his brows, and stood in front of Yan Xun, not letting anyone approach him. The strong wind suddenly blew up, the sky and the earth were dark yellow, black clouds piled up in the sky, and the black crows flew and screamed, fluttering their wings and flying high in the violent wind, and the cold wind and snow came, and everyone couldn't help it. He blindfolded his eyes and blocked the unscrupulous wind with his sleeves. But there were only a few people. They stared at the bloodthirsty high platform intently with their eyes open. In the dark, there was a god of war in the sky laughing wantonly in the sky. . Meng Tian was wearing heavy armor, and said in a deep voice, "Situ Yundeng, roll your name!" "Yes!" The young general with purple and gold embroidered flying birds on his shoulders stepped forward, pointed to the blood-clogged head in the first golden box, and said loudly in a sonorous tone: "The hereditary feudal clan of the Yanbei Land King! The 24th generation grandson of Emperor Peiluo! Marshal of the Northwest Army of the Empire! The fifth hundred and seventy-sixth tablet of Chengguang Ancestral Temple in Shengjin Palace! Xiwang Yanshicheng of Yanbei Town, April 16th, beheaded in Yanbei Huo Leiyuan!" After finishing speaking, he walked to the second box and continued to say coldly: "The land of Yanbei is hereditary and divided into kings! The twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo! The envoy of the northwest of the empire! Shengjin Palace Chengguang Zu Temple fifth One hundred and seventy-seven tablets! Yan Ting, the eldest son of Yan Shicheng, the West King of Yanbei Town, was beheaded in Yanbei Xunlieyuan on April 14!" "The hereditary king of the land of Yanbei, the twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo! The deputy envoy of the northwest of the empire! The fifth hundred and seventy-eighth tablet of Chengguang Zu Temple in Shengjin Palace! The third son of Yanshicheng, the king of Yanbei Town Yan Xiao, on the sixteenth day of the fourth month, beheaded at Yanbei Huoleiyuan!" "The hereditary lord of Yanbei, the twenty-fifth grandson of Emperor Peiluo! The fifth hundred and seventy-ninth tablet of Chengguang Ancestral Temple in Shengjin Palace! Yan Hongxiao, the eldest daughter of Xiwang Yanshicheng in Yanbei Town, April 16 , at the end of the road, committed suicide in Weishui Honghu!" "The hereditary king of the land of Yanbei, the twenty-fourth grandson of Emperor Peiluo! The deputy commander of the army and horses in the northwest of the empire! The fifth hundred and eightieth tablet of Chengguang Ancestral Temple in Shengjin Palace! Feng, on the ninth day of April, beheaded on the Shangshen Plateau in Yanbei!" "The land of Yanbei is hereditary..." The long roll call finally came to an end, and the turbulent wind swept across Jiuyou unscrupulously. Standing on a high stone platform, Meng Tian looked down at Yan Xun who was beheading the leader, and said in a deep voice: "The roll call is over, please sir Yan Xun Inspector!" With a loud bang, the gust of wind suddenly blew up, breaking a towering ancient tree next to Jiuyou Terrace, and the huge branch whizzed away, crashing into the center of Golden Wing Square.The wind roared all over the sky, and all the strange and unpredictable eyes all focused on the young man on the supervisory stage! Gathering the iron of Kyushu, it is difficult to cast such a hatred! Yan Xun slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were already blood red!