Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

The entire practice field fell silent.

The supervisor was half a step behind in helping him, the old grand master's eyes were wide open, he couldn't sit still, and almost fell off the supervisor's platform.

Yu Shi Zhongcheng was tongue-tied and looked at Yun Lang: "Little, young master..."

Twenty-three years ago, Emperor Xiandi Youhe was in the autumn of ten years.Si Tianjian reported the vision of the white tiger in the west, went to Sanxingdong, and went to Maobi and Fatian Streets.

The next day, the internal supervisor came to report that the Zhenyuan Hou Mansion had the eldest son and grandson.

This matter was widely spread, and no one in the capital did not know that Young Master Yun was born from the movement of the stars, and he committed a crime against the white tiger, which is different from ordinary people.

The fortune teller at the intersection of the street also said that the fate of this white tiger is a great ominous one, the main bloody death, the evil is fearful, and the blessings and misfortunes are endless.

But the master didn't say that the White Tiger's fate has some other special abilities.

Like having a baby.

……

He is still King Yan's child.

Under the execution platform, common people and passers-by talked a lot.

"Really a child? Nothing else?"

"What else could it be?"

"Yan Wang is so vicious. It is rumored that all the concubines in Yan Wang's mansion are ordered to come in and out, and not even a single heir is left behind. How did this young master Yun get pregnant safely?"

"Leaving aside this, Young Master Yun is not a woman disguised as a man, how can she conceive a child?"

"Could it be the fate of this white tiger?"

"I can't tell, the young master is very talented..."

"Absurd." A young scholar really couldn't listen to it anymore, "You don't talk about strange powers and gods, the way of heaven is permanent, and human relations are irreversible. How can the world be reversed?"

Before he finished speaking, someone beside him immediately shook his head: "Others may not be sure, but Young Lord Yun is different."

"Exactly, this white tiger's fate is very evil."

Someone interrupted: "Do you remember? A few years ago..."

"It must have been more than twenty years ago. At that time, the Hou family had just had a grandson. The first queen liked it and asked him to take him into the palace."

One person said: "I showed it in the palace, and said that the young master's disasters are endless, I'm afraid that he will be weak and sick, and he will not survive at the age of three."

"Exactly." Another person nodded: "As a result, the young master lifted the roof of the Zichen Palace at the age of five, and the palace summoned a craftsman workshop, and it was my father and my elder brother who went to repair it."

"More than ten years ago, Young Master Yun fell ill and was dying. The Tai Hospital said that there is no chance of death, and there is no way to save him anyway."

Standing next to him was the doctor in charge of the medical center: "Who would have thought that the young master fell into a coma for ten days and ten nights, and when he woke up he asked for a drink of water, and he was completely cured."

The doctor shook his head, stroked his beard and sighed: "The imperial doctor was so ashamed that he submitted his resignation and returned home, so he opened our clinic..."

"Yuhe 23 years." Among the crowd was a student of Taixue, said in a low voice, "Admonish the doctor to go up and say that Young Master Yun is lawless and lawless, if he stays in Beijing, he will be in trouble sooner or later."

These are all anecdotal stories, the young scholar had never heard of them, and he was stunned when he heard them: "What happened later?"

"The next spring festival, there were Khitan envoys with ulterior motives who took advantage of the grand ceremony to assassinate and change."

The student looked serious, cupped his hands and said: "Fortunately, Young Master Yun happened to be in the middle of Beijing and stopped the envoy's tribute car, so that a terrible disaster was eliminated in the invisible."

……

In the teahouses and restaurants in the capital, the anecdotes of Young Master Yun have always been the most numerous.

The fate of the white tiger is rare to see in a hundred years, and the catastrophe is extremely fierce, but because the number of ninety-nine is pushed to the extreme, unexpected changes will occur instead.

Yunlang led the army at the age of 16. No one in the capital thought that a young dude who was rich in gold and jade and rich in bells and lanterns could fight, but the success reports were sent back to Bianliang one after another.

The imperial army is known as the most elite and sharp, and the needles cannot be pierced without splashing water. Everyone thought that Yun Lang was doomed under the blockade of heavy troops, and he was told to escape from the capital safely five years ago.

It is not necessarily impossible for Yunlang to do things that others can't think of or dare not think of.

Thinking about the past, everyone inexplicably believed a lot, and when they looked up again, their expressions were a little different.

"Ridiculous... ridiculous!"

The bodyguard division was ordered to guard the court, and Gao Jixun listened to everyone's discussion, and angrily scolded: "Nonsense words, deceitful words to confuse people!"

Yun Lang leaned against the base of the guillotine, looked up to see him blushing with anger, and kindly cared: "Drink a cup of herbal tea, Mr. Gao, to defeat the anger..."

"Shut up!" Gao Jixun took a step forward, "The time has come! The old grand master doesn't need to listen to his lies, execute the sentence as soon as possible—"

Yun Lang raised his hand, grabbed the guillotine with the wooden shackle: "Wait a minute."

Gao Jixun panted heavily, staring at Yun Lang.

"The Yun family committed a heinous crime. The crime of fleeing and fleeing on conviction will be given a higher level, and they should be executed in the street to serve as a warning to others."

Yun Lang sighed: "Of course, what a child."

Yu Shi Zhongcheng stood on the edge of the execution field, took a deep breath, and pressed his forehead hard.

"There's something gentle about that."

Yun Lang was afraid that Master Gao of the Bodyguard Division would not understand, so he stuck the guillotine and explained kindly: "It means that although I have committed a heinous crime and deserve to die, the child in my stomach is not guilty."

"I understand!" Gao Jixun almost became angry with embarrassment, "Don't play tricks here! Even if you have a strange number, you are just a remnant of a bastard—"

Yun Lang wondered: "Could it be that Mr. Gao thinks that although the unjust case in the past has been rehabilitated for many years, King Yan is still guilty?"

Gao Jixun was about to scold him, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly trembled unconsciously.

The unjust case five years ago was exactly the Achilles' heel of the Holy One, but the ruling and opposition parties still keep it secret.

Both civil and military officials in the Manchu Dynasty knew that the Holy One and King Duan were deeply brothers, but because of their soft words, they could only watch as King Duan was convicted and imprisoned.Later, King Duan was rehabilitated and Marquis Zhenyuan was convicted. Today's Holy Majesty is the sixth prince, and when he was executed, he mourned so much that he vomited blood and fainted.

Unable to save King Duan, the emperor has always felt guilty, and the kindness to Prince Duan's bereaved son has reached the point where it is unreasonable regardless of regulations.

It's okay to talk in private on weekdays, but at this time, when everyone is watching, if Yun Lang really sneaks in and talks along the lines, it will inevitably provoke the emperor's wrath.

Gao Jixun broke out in a cold sweat, closed his eyes and calmed down, and said in a deep voice, "King Yan...of course he is not guilty."

"That's it." Yun Lang sighed, "The child is his, so naturally he is innocent."

"Even if I want to subdue the law, I shouldn't implicate the innocent."

"If the child is full-term, I would give up my life and take the child by caesarean section, and I would be worthy of King Yan."

Yun Lang sighed: "However, he is not yet a month old, but he wants to follow me to kill two people. He Gu is the youngest son. Poor King Duan's blood is in a precarious condition, and he has been cut off since then..."

The guillotine was hanging in the middle of the road, stuck by the wooden shackle and unable to fall down.Hearing Yun Lang express his feelings with sighs and sighs, everyone on the execution platform felt a little dazed for a while.

The yamen servant was stunned, carrying the guillotine, and looked up at the supervisor and execution officer.

"My lord...sit down for a while."

The supervisor made a sound, barely regaining his sanity: "Young Master Yun, this matter is really bizarre, and there is no precedent for this in this dynasty. The time has come, forgive me—"

The old grand master Pang Gan suddenly said: "Wait a minute."

The supervisor was stunned for a moment, then turned his head.

"Yunlang." Pang Gan leaned on his crutches and stepped forward, staring at him with a pair of old and cloudy eyes, "According to what you said, you have a close relationship with King Yan...?"

Yun Lang nodded: "Naturally."

Pang Gan looked at Yun Lang and was overjoyed.

He always wanted to force out his accomplices from Yunlang's mouth, but he didn't want Yunlang to show his feet at this moment, so he calmly asked, "What's the relationship?"

Yun Lang was a little inexplicable: "The old grand master doesn't know?"

Pang Gan sneered, and was about to expose the two's deeds when Yun Lang continued: "My father killed his father and his mother."

Yun Lang sat up a bit, and patiently told him: "His father is completely innocent, my father framed him for the crime, and my father framed him for treason."

Pang Gan was still listening intently, but he didn't want to be teased by him again. He was so angry that he gritted his teeth and scolded: "Zhuzi! You—"

"More than forty people from Duanwang's mansion returned to Beijing for the funeral, but were intercepted and killed by mountain bandits on the way. The methods were cruel and inhuman."

Yun Lang said slowly: "The blood of Duan Wang is the only one left."

Pang Gan stared at him, his thin shoulders undulating, his face faintly blue.

"I and King Yan." Yun Lang helped him conclude, "Blood enmity between life and death."

The past events were mentioned in such a naked way, it was extremely tragic and frightening, and everyone on the execution platform fell silent for a while.

Yun Lang didn't go any further, but raised his head to look at the edge of the cloud.

The sky was gloomy, and snow was about to fall, and thick clouds spread to the top of the mountain one after another.

A ray of skylight is faintly visible.

Yu Shi Zhongcheng stared at Yun Lang, his heart tightened, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

"Yellow-mouthed boy, you can't make up a lie!" Pang Gan's face changed again and again, and he sat back on the prison platform for a long time, sneering, "Since there is blood and hatred, how can you get involved with him? It's not just a sophistry!"

"How difficult is this."

Yun Lang laughed: "This kind of thing is nothing more than drinking and drugging. I have fallen in love with him for a long time, so I sneaked into his mansion, looking for a dark and sunny day, when he is half drunk and half awake..."

Yu Shi Zhongcheng coughed upside down.

Yun Lang couldn't finish speaking, feeling a little regretful: "This is this, that, that, that."

Censor Zhongcheng: "..."

The crowd was still in a daze, completely silent.

Censor Zhongcheng stood there for a long while, but couldn't bear to look any further, and retreated to the corner while pressing his forehead.

"Gently sweeping the floor... Sven sweeping the floor!"

The old grand master Pang Gan was so angry that his beard trembled, and he pointed at him: "At the feet of the Son of Heaven, how can such evil deeds be tolerated!"

Hearing Yun Lang's words, the superintendent was so swearing, that he had already unknowingly believed them, and hesitantly persuaded, "Old Master, after all, you are a child..."

"Where is the child? Distinguish the evil!" Pang Gan sternly scolded, picked up the beheading stick, and fell off the prison beheading platform with his hands, "It's ridiculous! It's [-]:[-] noon, so hurry up and execute!"

When the death card falls, the guillotine must see blood.The executioner held his breath and was concentrating, gritting his teeth and was about to carry out the execution, when he heard the crisp sound of hooves.

The two flying horses broke through the crowd, people neighed, and they were able to reach the audience of the supervisory beheading stage.

The strong wind passed by, and the Death Card was pierced by the black feather arrow, and it was firmly nailed to the wooden post.

Immediately there were two men in black, one of them was still shaking the bowstring in his hand, his expression was indifferent, and he fell silent immediately.

There was a commotion in the crowd, and those who had experienced it couldn't help but whispered: "Xuan Tiewei! The people of Prince Yan's Mansion..."

Pang Gan's face changed several times, and he landed on the two guards in black who were as cold as iron.

Xuan Tiewei is the personal soldier left by King Duan, the elite of Shuofang army, who drank blood and killed countless people like hemp, none of them is easy to provoke.

The emperor took pity on King Yan's loss of his father, and specially allowed Xuan Tiewei to ride a horse with a knife in the inner city of the capital.Even if they are ministers and dignitaries, no one is willing to confront these killers who only know that the protector is under orders.

"In the regulations of this dynasty, there has never been a pardon for death row prisoners."

Pang Gan barely suppressed his anger, stepped forward and said: "Since King Yan is sick, the court should be dealt with by the supervisor..."

"My prince is recuperating from illness, and I heard that some heirs are living outside the house."

One of them said coldly: "Send me two to find it."

"It's nothing, it's just a dying struggle, and it's all made up!"

Pang Gan: "Why does King Yan take it seriously—"

"My lord said that if you are in the same line as the king, the offspring will be difficult, and the bloodline will wither."

Another said: "You can't let one go."

Pang Gan was choked for a moment, and what's more, the man got off the horse, lifted Yun Lang who was lying flat from under the guillotine, and carried him off the execution platform.

"My lord ordered that Prince Yan's mansion borrow October to test his blood."

Xuan Tiewei, who had spoken before, leaned into his arms, took out a pig iron token, and threw it on the execution platform: "After October, if you want to kill or cut people up, chop people into pieces, it's up to you."