I, above the court, angrily rebuked the faint king

If Zheng Linyuan hadn't been guarding Zhao Xin vigilantly, he might have been crushed to death by a sudden stone.

The phrase "everything has retribution" is most vividly reflected in Zhao Xin.

After the prison van was escorted to Caishikou, Zhao Xin was dragged out of the prison van in a distraught state.

The dignified Son of Song, now in a state of distress, with egg liquid or vegetable leaves all over his body, his image may not be as good as a scavenger.

The eldest grandson Wangqing stood in front of hundreds of thousands of people in Tokyo and counted the ten crimes committed by Zhao Xin.

Under the deliberate blessing of Zheng Linyuan's Confucianism, the sound wave was so loud that it covered almost no difference in all corners of Tokyo.

Every time a certain crime is counted, the common people will swarm and let out a shocking cry.

Every sound is a catharsis of Zhao Xin's oppression against them over the years.

After counting all the crimes, Changsun Wangqing solemnly said: "Punishment for several crimes, the crime should be punished, be executed immediately, and there will be no delay!"

After saying this, the cheers of the people almost covered the voice of Changsun Wangqing under the blessing of Confucianism.

It's no wonder that ordinary people who have lived in Tokyo for so many years would never have imagined that one day they would be able to see the scene of the emperor being questioned and beheaded.

This turned out to be something that was simply impossible.

And now, it's right in front of us.

How could they not be overjoyed?

With the sound of the call sign, the executioner stepped onto the stage step by step.

With his face covered and a knife in his hand, he had killed many people for Zhao Xin.

But now his butcher's knife is about to swing at the murderer of the past.

He is getting ready to sharpen his knife.

The eldest grandson Wangqing came over and pressed the handle of the knife: "I will come in person."

The executioner was taken aback, but he didn't dare to do anything wrong in front of the eldest grandson Wangqing, so he obediently handed over the machete in his hand to the eldest grandson Wangqing.

Changsun Wangqing picked up the knife, twisted the blade lightly, thinking in his heart, Zhao Xin's past was eliminated so easily, but the pain of the people of Song Dynasty could never be appeased.

Is it really worth it to trade your life for the future of a dynasty?

Anyway, Zhao Xin's life is also life, and those Song soldiers who died under the Yanmen iron cavalry sword are also human beings.

What's the difference.

The more she thought about it, the more she felt that Zhao Xin was nothing special.

He will still die if he is stabbed, and he will still panic and hysterical in the face of death.

Nothing special.

Thinking like this, Changsun Wangqing held Zhao Xin's head without hesitation, and the executioner held down Zhao Xin's head. Changsun Wangqing swung the knife heavily, which was already covered in blood.

Chapter 179

wow.

With just such a knife, the life of the emperor who had harmed the Song Dynasty for decades came to an end.

If he stepped down from the altar, death seemed to be a normal thing.

If you don't stand on the altar, you can look down on all living beings because of your blood relationship.

With Zhao Xin's submissive character, it is estimated that he can't even find a partner.

His death was expected.

Zhao Xin's head rolled around on the ground, and finally stopped wobbly.

Before he died, he subconsciously closed his eyes because of fear and panic.

Poor generation of emperors who are most afraid of death and most hostile to death. Before they die, they don't even have the courage to die in peace.

After Zhao Xin's death, the common people fell into an almost crazy carnival.

Many people even wanted to rush up and snatch Zhao Xin's head.

But they were all stopped by Xuanjia Cangyun Army.

The eldest grandson Wangqing originally had something to inform, but now that the crowd is so excited, she really has no chance to speak, so she chooses to retreat temporarily, and wait until the carnival of the people is over.

Unexpectedly, this wait was a full two hours.

It is red from dawn to sun.

People at Caishikou came and went, and came and went.

The bonfire ignited until it was extinguished, and when it was extinguished, it was ignited again.

After going back and forth several times, this grand celebration finally came to an end temporarily.

Seeing the silence of the crowd, Changsun Wangqing gave Zheng Linyuan a look when she finally had the chance to speak. Zheng Linyuan immediately understood, and turned up the loudspeaker to the maximum: "The Great Song Dynasty that ruled the central region for thousands of years has been overthrown."

"The central and wide areas cannot be left alone for a day!"

The people were silent, they knew something big was coming.

"I recommend Zhengzhou to be our new emperor, who is for and who is against?" Changsun Wangqing said directly, taking advantage of Zhengzhou's lack of reaction.

Zhengzhou was really sluggish.

He thought that his eldest grandson Wangqing would make him emperor, but he didn't expect it to be so straightforward.

The lieutenant generals of the Xuanjia Cangyuan Army burst into laughter, and all the Confucian scholars nodded frequently.

Throughout the history of China and Guangzhou, there has never been a precedent for Confucian and Taoist disciples to be emperors, so they are very excited, which is witnessing history.

"I'll wait for the second."

"General Zheng is a descendant of great Confucianism, and he is also the head of the Yantian Sect. He is also a great Confucian genius who has not appeared in our central region for several years. I think no one in the world is more suitable to be the emperor than him."

"Yes, the existence of General Zheng is simply a person tailor-made for the throne."

Everyone in the Xuanjia Cangyuan Army is supporting Zhengzhou.