Yu Shiqi and Xuan Yue had nothing to do in the imperial capital, and visited all the scenic spots. The days passed quickly, and the ceremony was approaching in a blink of an eye. The streets and alleys in the city were decorated with lights and colorful lights to celebrate, and the celebration was very lively.

However, amid the festive atmosphere in the city, Yu Shiqi and Xuan Yue still witnessed some not-so-good things happening. Perhaps considering that an amnesty would be held as usual after ascending the throne, the imperial court took the time to execute a large number of prisoners in recent days.

Among the prisoners on death row were many "rebellious members" of the Northern Expeditionary Army who were captured during the rebellion in the imperial capital.

The beheading was carried out publicly at the busiest crossroads of Ning'an Avenue. The crowds watching the excitement outside the temporary execution ground lingered for a long time. The executioner raised his knife and dropped the heads, spraying blood on the ground. The crowd erupted in bursts.

Cheers and cheers.

To the people of the imperial capital, the rebels of the Northern Expedition deserve to die, and the riots at the beginning of the year also caused the death of many innocent people. But in the eyes of Yu Shiqi, who had been in contact with Xiao Xihong, the reason why these people chose to take such risks was

, it is also a desperate fight to the death.

If those who were beheaded during the execution were rebels from the Northern Expedition, the imperial beheading officer would deliberately read out their crimes to the people. The prisoners on death row who were forced to kneel on the stage looked dull. More than half a year of torture in prison had already made them lose their temper.

The spirit of a former soldier.

"Don't watch anymore." Xuan Yue pulled Yu Qi's sleeve and said unbearably.

Yu Shiqi agreed and turned around with her to pass through the gap in the crowd, far away from the execution site.

There was the sound of slashing with a knife from behind, and they could imagine without looking back that there must be another sad stain of blood on the wooden platform of the execution ground.

Soldiers escorted a prison van slowly coming from a distance, and the prison van contained a new batch of death row prisoners awaiting execution.

Yu Shiqi and Xuan Yue moved to the side of the road and accidentally met the eyes of the two prisoners in the prison car. Their eyes trembled.

General Ye... Yu Shiqi felt bitter in his heart. Although the prisoner in the prison car had disheveled hair, he recognized that it was Ye Wangshu, the general of the Northern Expedition whom he had seen in the imperial mausoleum. It was obvious that Ye Wangshu also recognized that he was the man at that time.

The person who is with Xiao Xihong.

Xuan Yue, who was holding hands with Yu Shiqi, felt his change and turned to look at him.

"Fight the traitors! The traitors will die a good death!" I don't know who took the lead in shouting, and the crowd suddenly became excited. Some people began to throw vegetables and eggs at the prison car, and gradually the thrown objects turned into gravel bricks.

piece.

At this time, the prisoner in the first prison car suddenly shouted loudly. His voice was strong and deep, and for a moment he drowned out the curses of the crowd.

"I am not a traitor!" the man shouted, "I am after the famous general Ye Shi of Shuofang, the pioneer of the Northern Expedition under the emperor's command, General Chen Lin Zhengxi, and Ye Wangshu, the Marquis of Boyuan! I am not a traitor!"

The crowd fell silent for a moment, then became excited again, with more people throwing stones, bricks, vegetables, leaves, and eggs.

Ye Wangshu still refused to give up and continued to defend himself hoarsely.

Yu Shiqi lowered his eyes sadly and did not dare to look again. He knew that Ye Wangshu was not actually defending himself. What Ye Wangshu cared about was the reputation of the entire army under the emperor's command.

Xuan Yue's hand shook him slightly: "This is the end of a hero."

Yu Shiqi nodded weakly.

"So, your court is not a good thing, so don't work for him." She sighed, shook his arm slightly and persuaded: "Why don't you come back to the Western Wilderness with me in the future? The world is the same there.

It’s so vast that the wind and snow in Kunlun will isolate everything outside.”

Yu Shiqi looked at Xuan Yue and felt that the way she was talking seriously at this time was particularly cute. He couldn't help but reach out and pinch the tip of her beautiful and straight nose.

"Is that okay?" Xuan Yue was reluctant and wanted to hear his answer.

"Okay." Yu Shiqi agreed.

Xuan Yue didn't expect that he would agree so simply. She opened her eyes wide in surprise and said with joy, "Really?"

"real."

Xuan Yue laughed happily. After a while, she seemed to feel that it was inappropriate to laugh so happily on this occasion. She quickly raised her hand to cover her mouth. After the prison car and the escorting soldiers passed by, the two of them continued to move forward, leaving behind them.

Forget everything that happened.

In the corner that they didn't notice, a young man wearing a hooded cloak was carrying a long gun in a holster. His cold eyes were staring at the execution platform from under the brim of his hat. The long gun hidden behind him under the gray cloth had a sharp edge like a sword.

Point to the sky.

On the execution ground, Ye Wangshu let out his last roar, the sound was like cracking feathers. The other former members of the Northern Expeditionary Army who were escorted to the execution ground heard the former general's roars of resistance one after another, and their distracted eyes began to become bright again.

There is God.

At this moment, they remembered their pride in marching to the Xia army to wipe out the Northern invaders. Even though the emperor who led them was no longer around, the flag in their hearts had not yet fallen.

The young man carrying the spear trembled slightly. Hearing Ye Wangshu's roar made him feel his heart bleeding. His former colleagues on the stage died generously, but he could do nothing but watch silently.

Surrounded by imperial guards, the imperial capital is heavily fortified. If you pull out your spear at this moment, it will be a useless and worthless death.

After the first battle at the beginning of the year, he was no longer the reckless young man who marched forward with a strong heart.

Xiao Xihong, your life no longer belongs to you, and you should not die lightly for the rest of your life.

He lowered his hood to cover his eyes, lowered his head slightly to greet the execution ground, and silently shouted "Long Live the Northern March" with the remaining blood in his heart.

In fact, there is nothing in this world that can live forever. This is just people's beautiful wishes for the things they believe in. After the death of those people on the execution ground, the Beining era finally ushered in the inevitable end, and I am from generation to generation.

One of the last remnants to escape from the butcher's knife of change.

In early September of the 18th year of Beining, Ye Wangshu, the Marquis of Boyuan, who became a traitor for planning and inciting his old troops to attack the imperial capital, was executed at the intersection of Ning'an Avenue. On the same day, forty-six former members of the Northern Expeditionary Army were executed together with him.

Half a month later, the regent Mu Qingxuan held a coronation ceremony in front of the Dragon Pillar in Chaotian Palace Square, officially ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor. He accepted congratulations from hundreds of officials and envoys from all directions, and changed the name to Tiancheng, which was the first year of Tiancheng.

The imperial court agreed on the posthumous title of "Jingwu" for the late emperor Mu Zhiren. The Beishan Imperial Mausoleum that had been destroyed by the war was repaired and officially named "Jingwu Imperial Mausoleum".

Practicing carefully is called respect, and conquering disasters is called martial arts. Unexpectedly, this is a very tolerant posthumous title. At the same time, a group of civil servants and generals who died in state affairs during the Beining period were posthumously posthumous. Most of them received posthumous titles containing the following

The meaning of praise.

The imperial court seems to be using a series of actions to show the world that the new emperor has a broad mind and will no longer pursue the affairs of the past. Even Maki Zhiren, who is regarded as a mortal enemy, is not treated harshly, not to mention the common people in the morning.

?

The breeze was clear in the middle of the night, and the young people who easily bypassed the guards and climbed to the top of the dragon pillar to overlook the lights of the imperial capital cuddled together, wrapped in a coat to keep warm.

"I've finished reading the ceremony, and it's almost time to go back." Xuan Yue said without interest, "After staying here for a long time, I suddenly felt that the imperial capital was nothing more than this."

"You will naturally get tired of it after a long time. It's the same with anything." Yu Shiqi smiled.
Chapter completed!