Prime Minister of Great Qin

Chapter 71 The Butterfly Is Not Seen, Zhuang Zhou Wakes Up! (seeking a monthly ticket)

The trumpets sounded.

Immediately afterwards, the chief criminal officer at the corner of the stage shouted: "The Minister of Criminal Justice has arrived—"

The censor Feng Jie and Yu Shide came to the front of the stage.

The two looked around calmly, and then at the execution ground not far away, and finally Yu Shide read out the sentence.

Yu Shide's voice was very cold, without the slightest emotion, like a hard mason's hammer, hammering one after another, reading out the sentence forcefully.

"Emperor Daqin's edict: Cha alchemists, Confucian scholars, and nobles from the six countries, a total of 460 seven people, ignored the benefits of the Daqin New Deal, did not think about the kindness of the country, used the past to satirize the present, criticized the New Deal, spread rumors, and attempted to restore the three generations old system."

"Those who have no law, no sky, no king, and no country, only regard their own private thoughts as the highest, have no courtesy, justice, and shame, don't think about changes in the times, don't think about the people's living and working in peace, and only think about the old theory of restoration and restoration. The system of enfeoffment and the remnants of the six kingdoms have been colluded in the wild, neither serving the public nor abiding by the law, and the relationship between the monarch and his subjects is completely lost."

"Such a crime is unforgivable!"

"In order to prevent the evil trend of using literature to disrupt the law, and to prevent the success of the restoration conspiracy, all those who violate the law will be sentenced to death!"

"With Ming's new policy, with the rectification of national law, with the restoration of the town."

"The autumn of the 35th year of the Great Qin Shihuang!"

Yu Shide's voice, like a thunderclap, shook the entire grass beach.

The people watching around whispered in whispers, nine times out of ten they all shouted 'well killed, deserved to be killed', 'self-inflicted evil, don't live', 'these people should be killed' and so on.

Such various remarks also made the people in the Kanto region look a little ugly, but they didn't dare to attack.

Ji Heng stood up straight.

His pit was very far inward, and he couldn't hear these mixed remarks clearly.

He looked up and looked around. On the slightly steep hill in the distance, there were people wearing sackcloth and brocade robes, but they couldn't see clearly. However, he didn't care, because it was unlikely that he would meet someone he had known in the past. people.

People like Han Xin and Tian An fled long ago.

Impossible to come back.

Those who were close to him in the Ji clan were also implicated after he was arrested and imprisoned, and they all sent Beihe to build the Great Wall.

No one in Ji's family is familiar with him now.

"Execution!" Feng Jie, the official censor, shouted.

The jailer behind Ji Heng removed the pliers from their feet and the wooden shackles around their necks, but their bodies were still tied to the prison. Then the jailer pushed hard, and hundreds of prisoners were pushed to the In a deep pit.

Dirt started flying.

Heart-piercing howls suddenly came from all around.

Ji Heng laid his head up in the pit, although he felt that the soil under his body was a bit strange, but he didn't think too much about it, he closed his eyes calmly, neither roaring nor screaming, just feeling the soil added to his body, and finally his body All were buried.

It is rare that Ji Heng is so quiet.

In the pits on the grassy beach, there were quite a few people yelling and swearing, but as time went by, these middling voices gradually became deeper and weaker, and even their tone was mixed with a bit of trembling and fear.

And everything eventually turned into silence.

There was no sound.

On the low hillside to the side, a middle-aged man and a young man witnessed the whole murder process, with palpitations and bleak faces.

"Are alchemists and Confucian scholars no longer able to speak?"

"It's these alchemists and Confucian scholars who can't speak anymore, but someone will speak for them." The middle-aged man looked at the pale young man and said with a smile: "Are you scared?"

"Not afraid!"

"It's good not to be afraid. From now on, the people of Qin should be afraid."

"it is good."

"It's dark and dark, the fire burns the shadows, the counties have no way, the world loses the country, only disasters and catastrophes, it's all about Ying Qin."

"The first emperor died and the land was divided."

An ethereal and deep voice came from the hillside, but the voice was very subtle and was not noticed by the surroundings.

With the end of the torture, there was no more noise in the execution ground, and the people watching around began to leave one after another. At this time, Feng Jie gave the order to add a few more soil to these people who were tortured.

After everything was done, there were not many people around.

Only the gusts of autumn wind hit, forming bursts of whimpering on this grassy beach.

The sound is very scary.

Twilight.

Inside a house in Xianyang West City.

A dirty young man raised his eyelids with difficulty.

The light in the room is not bright.

Not glaring either.

Even a little dark.

Ji Heng shook his head subconsciously, and a large amount of sand fell out of his hair and beard.

He looked around blankly, and he didn't see any furniture from later generations, only the antique but not antique furnishings.

He stretched out his hand to grab a piece of sand from his face, it was not as heavy as imagined, and even a little light. He pinched it slightly with his hand, but it instantly turned into fine sand.

Ji Heng smiled wryly.

He knew he was not dead.

"Ugh."

"A dream in a hundred years, a dream in a hundred years, the Weishui River in a hundred years and the autumn wind."

"The autumn wind and autumn rain are worrying people, the alarm bell is ringing, and turning around suddenly, the butterfly does not see Zhuang Zhou wakes up."

"This time, after all, I can't be free."

Ji Heng sighed softly and slowly closed his eyes.

When Ji Heng opened his eyes again, there was an extra head in front of him.

"Ji Heng, I didn't expect that."

"You are not dead!"

Hu Hai said with an excited expression, and finally he was even more amazed, saying: "I thought you were dead before, and I didn't even go to see you being executed. In the end, not only did you not die, but you were rescued. It seems that my elder brother The previous intercession is still useful."

"At least let you get back a life."

"I just asked."

"The place where you were executed was relatively inward, and the terrain was low. If you looked down from a height, you would mistakenly think that your pit was deep, but it was actually much shallower than other people's. The bottom was supported by coarse cloth. It's hollow."

Hu Hai looked at Ji Heng with interest.

In fact, he never thought that Ji Heng would survive.

And it took so much effort.

Ji Heng looked calm.

There is nothing to say about what Hu Hai said.

At that time, he actually felt something strange under his body, but he was fainted by the sand behind him.

When I woke up, I was here.

Seeing that Ji Heng was so calm, Hu Hai frowned, and asked doubtfully, "Why aren't you excited about being alive at all?"

"You alone survived more than 400 people."

"The alchemists and Confucian scholars who were executed with you were really buried alive. I heard from those who came back that the screams of those people before they died were extremely miserable."

"The wailing can be heard for miles."

"Aren't you a little bit lucky?"

Hu Hai looked at Ji Heng carefully, trying to see some joy on Ji Heng's face, but he didn't see it in the end.

The corner of Hu Hai's mouth twitched.

He felt more and more that there was something wrong with Ji Heng's temperament.

For the rest of his life after the catastrophe, there was no response to such a thrilling event.

This is too exaggerated.

finally.

Hu Hai still couldn't hold back, and asked again: "Aren't you excited at all?"

"You're not dead?!"

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(End of this chapter)