Royal Gold Magistrate

A light cut word shocked everyone present!

Fang Zhengyi also felt that it was a little too much, why is this?How do you say kill it?Just because you don't love the people like your son?So fucking awesome!

Even the mature and prudent pavilion elders turned pale with shock.

Although Yan Guoan is going too far, he can at most give a reprimand, and then he will be demoted. Even if the most serious punishment is directly demoted to a commoner, he will not be guilty of death!

However, no one spoke after the several elders exchanged glances.

At this time, His Majesty was obviously completely disappointed with Yan Guoan and became impatient.

An emperor on horseback broke out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, killing countless people.

However, Emperor Jing was kind, and after the unification, he seldom committed murders.

Perhaps the benevolent time has been too long, and many people have forgotten what kind of emperor Jingdi is.

Killing a mere Yan Guoan is really nothing to His Majesty...

Guo Tianyang waved his hand, and the factory guards who had been prepared on both sides stepped forward and grabbed Yan Guoan's arms.

Yan Guoan was struck by lightning, his mind went blank, and he hadn't realized what happened.

He didn't react until he felt a sharp pain in his knees and knelt on the ground. The whole person suddenly turned pale, shaking like sifting chaff, looked at Emperor Jing and said in horror: "Why did you arrest me... why did you arrest me...Your Majesty! I...a criminal What's wrong?"

Emperor Jing looked at him coldly, then turned silently and looked at the plaque above the lobby.

The factory guard had already broken his arms and dragged him out.

Yan Guoan was frightened out of his wits, and shouted: "Your Majesty! How can you kill the minister without authorization!!! How can you kill me without a joint trial by the Judiciary? The minister refuses to accept! The minister refuses to accept!"

Emperor Jing didn't make any move.

Yan Guoan's eyes were bloodshot, and he could no longer care about the severe pain in his arms. He wanted to fight to the death, and shouted: "I can't punish you! Your Majesty can't kill me!"

"Killing ministers in vain for no reason, there is a lot of discussion in the world meeting, renunciation!! Think twice, Your Majesty!!"

"Chen...Chen's family has an iron coupon from the late emperor!!"

Shouting here, Emperor Jing suddenly made a move.

Turn around slowly and look at Yan Guoan.

Everyone also breathed a sigh of relief for him. It turns out that there is an iron coupon to avoid death, and it seems that he will not die.

Your Majesty should also know that it seems that this action was done on purpose.

"Didn't the death-prevention certificate be given to your father by the late emperor?"

Hearing Emperor Jing speak, the factory guard who pulled Yan Guoan stopped.

Yan Guoan knelt down with disheveled hair like an amnesty, and kowtowed again and again.

Soon there were bloodstains on the ground.

Zhangruo explained insanely: "Yes! Yes! The iron coupon that the late emperor bestowed on my father?"

Emperor Jing smiled disdainfully: "It was given to your father, so how can you use it?"

The severe pain in both arms began to bite back, and Yan Guoan closed his eyes in pain.

How could this be so!How could this be so!In the end what happened.

"But my father has already left...the iron ticket to avoid death is left to the minister..."

Emperor Jing walked up to Yan Guoan, condescending, his eyes full of indifference.

"That's it, no one can save you today...Don't say it's an iron ticket to avoid death, even if the former emperor is here, he can't save your life, I said it!"

Yan Guoan burst into tears, hoarse, full of despair: "Why! Why! Even if His Majesty wants me to die, let me die clearly..."

Emperor Jing shook his head, turned around and looked at the plaque on the hall.

"Upright and fair. Upright and bright, you are not worthy to sit under these four words, you all remember for me, there are too many places in the world that I can't see, but the people will watch for me."

"Heavy rains, sewage flowing in the streets, and nowhere for the people to settle, this is Yan Guoan's love for the people like a son..."

"If you still don't understand, go down and ask the child who drowned in the street, push it out, and cut it off!"

Yan Guoan wailed and continued to be dragged outward, still shouting incessantly: "You can't kill me! I am the number one scholar in the court!!!!"

"I am Hanlin..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Guoan stared blankly at the six people kneeling in front of him.

It was the people that Emperor Jing met in the pavilion before.

The crowd was also crying, seeing Yan Guoan as if they had seen a savior, they all wailed.

The most familiar Su Rongxuan is also among them.

Seeing Yan Guoan's appearance, his mood sank to the bottom, but he still shouted instinctively: "Master Yan, help me! Help me, what happened to Master Yan!?"

Yan Guoan opened his mouth dryly, but couldn't speak with tears streaming down his face, and couldn't help turning his head sideways.

The decency of a scholar made him instinctively not want to show his face to others.

But under the shadow of death fear, finally the words in my heart broke through my throat: "The minister..."

Knife light flashed.

Yan Guoan's head fell to the ground before he finished speaking.

It's just that the body is still kneeling upright, and the blood column rises and falls, as if it's raining blood.

With such a straightforward cut, all Yan Guoan's pride and honor were taken away.

Before leaving, there was no decency, even the corpse was buried in the sewage, and no one cared about his expression anymore.

Blood dripped on Su Rongxuan's face, and at this moment, his liver and gallbladder were finally torn apart.

The dignified and lofty Lord Yan just died like this?

What crime did he commit?What crime have I committed again?

As the corpse fell, a bright red glowed in the sewage...

In the lobby, Li Yansong and others shook their heads and sighed, looking at Fang Zhengyi from the corner of their eyes.

Your Majesty has indeed killed the minister without authorization this time. Without the official punishment, I don't know how much trouble will be caused in the court.

Although it has little to do with Fang Zhengyi, how many people will associate him with this matter... I'm afraid this kid will be in trouble in the future, at least no one will dare to talk to him for a short time.

Fang Zhengyi was still confused.

Really cut it off?So simply, what did he do?

It's too outrageous to be cut down just because you didn't manage Fangshi well.....

My head was full of question marks and I really couldn't figure it out, so I couldn't help poking Li Yuanzhao who was on the side.The result is no response.

Fangzheng turned his head to look, only to find that his face was pale, he couldn't stop shaking his head, and shook his head helplessly.

Neither can you!Usually bluffing and going to the battlefield and fighting.

He panicked when he saw his head beheaded. It seems that His Majesty usually protects him very well.

After a while, someone confiscated Yan Guoan's body, and a factory guard came to report.

"Your Majesty, the sinner has been punished and his head has fallen to the ground."

"Okay! Hang the head above the gate of the instrument to warn everyone! Let all the officials in the capital show me a good look!"

"Love the people like a son, it's easy to say, how many officials in the world treat the people as pigs and dogs, and I have a duty to appoint such people to sit in the court!"

"Back to the palace!"

Emperor Jing left the hall with a group of people, and passed six people kneeling outside the hall before leaving.

Su Rongxuan was terrified and puzzled, he didn't know who the person in front of him was, he felt a little relieved when he left, and just about to raise his head to talk to the factory guard beside him, he saw the steel knife fall down! .

Six silver lights flashed across, and there were a few more corpses in the hall.

It didn't take long for the wind to pick up again.

Yan Guoan's head swayed on the door of the instrument, his eyes wide open, his expression full of unwillingness, staring at the wrinkled sewage below, spreading layer after layer...