Zhao Peng chatted with Zhu Cixuan in the Ganqing Palace for a long time. During this period, Princess Kunxing couldn't get in touch and could only move the stool to Zhao Peng, sitting next to him obediently, listening to his Zhao Lang and his brother talking. Zhao Peng chatted with Zhu Cixuan, and it was almost time for dinner when he got up and said goodbye.

"Since my brother-in-law is here, let's stay in the palace for dinner tonight." Zhu Cilang insisted.

Princess Kunxing also stood up and pulled Zhao Peng's arm: "Zhao Lang should stay here to have a meal together. We haven't gotten along well for a long time. How about dinner with my mother today?"

The two brothers and sisters were unable to refuse their affection, so Zhao Peng had to agree. The three of them went to the Imperial Garden together and had a meal in the pavilion. After dinner, Princess Kunxing took Zhao Peng to her Rouyi Hall again. The two of them were kind and we were intimate for a long time. When it was late and the palace gate was about to close, they separated reluctantly.

The plan that Hong Chengchou had offered to survive was not adopted by Zhao Peng, so naturally he could not save Hong Chengchou's life.

Two days later, Hong Chengchou was about to be taken to the West City for execution. The night before the execution, the Jinyiwei prepared a slaughtered chicken and wine for Hong Chengchou, allowing him to enjoy the last meal in his life. In fact, it was not the last meal. Hong Chengchou's execution of lingchi will take three days. Hong Chengchou can eat four more meals. He was sentenced to come back to eat one the next day, and one meal on the third morning, and one meal on the last morning is the last meal in his real life.

Early in the morning, the Jinyi Guards in the Jailing Prison replaced Hong Chengchou's white prison uniforms, put them on his Tartar official uniforms, and then took them out of Jailing Prison. They were taken into the prison cart, and hung up the small braids behind his head and tied them on the beam on the top of the prison cart.

The prison car left the Beizhen Fushiya and drove towards the west market.

"Look at the Tartars!"

"Tartars, Tartars!"

"Come on, come and kill the Tartars!"

The prison car passed along the way, and the roadside was soon surrounded by onlookers, rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, mud, and saliva hit Hong Chengchou's prison car.

The excited people followed the prison car closely and walked towards the west city. Along the way, enthusiastic people kept greeting Hong Chengchou with various items.

The prison car did not drive directly to the Western execution ground, but paraded around Nanjing City and came out of the Beizhen Fusi Yamen. First, go to Zhongfumen and Shence Gate in the north, then go to Chaoyang Gate in the east, then go to Zhengyang Gate in the south, Jubao Gate in the south, then go to Sanshan Gate in the west, Yifeng Gate in the west, and finally go to Xishi.

It took about an hour and a half to parade this circle.

Along the way, the enthusiastic people came to hear the news and joined the team to see Hong Chengchou off. Of course, warm greetings like rotten eggs and mud are indispensable.

Hong Chengchou, who was in the prison car, felt very regretful at this moment. If he had known this, why would he have been there? If he had not surrendered to the Qing Dynasty for fear of death, how could he end up today? He was executed by Lingchi in this way. When he arrived there, his ancestors and clans would definitely not recognize him as an unworthy descendant.

If he had sacrificed his life for his country back then, he would have been a loyal and fierce Ming Dynasty. Taking a step back, it would be fine even if he surrendered to the Qing Dynasty. As long as he only surrendered to the Qing Dynasty like Zu Dashou and did not contribute to the Qing Dynasty, the Jinyiwei would not hate him to the core, and he also sent someone to capture him from Luoyang. If he was learning from Zu Dashou, he would still enjoy his happiness in Yanjing now.

I can only blame myself for being a bad mentality. Because I have a hairstyle like this, I wish that all the Han people in the world will become the same as me, so no one will scold me.

Looking back now, it is still the ancestor of Ren Dashou who is smart and can survive without being scolded.

But there is no medicine for regret in the world. Just as Hong Chengchou lowered his head and cried, the prison car had arrived in the west city.

Two high platforms have been set up in the square outside the West City, one is the high platform for the prison officer to sit on, and the other is the execution platform. On the execution platform, there is a pillar, which is the pillar to be used to bind Hong Chengchou.

Around the execution ground, the Jinyiwei and the Nanjing New Army were on guard. The officers and soldiers on the periphery held steel knives, shields and spears, while the officers and soldiers on the inner circle held Lumi guns, bird guns and bows and arrows, and were nervously on guard.

The Minister of Justice Gao Zhuo, Minister of the Ministry of Justice Sun Jin, and Commander of the Jinyiwei Zhao Peng, three prison officials, were already waiting on the stage. When Hong Chengchou's prison car entered the yard, Gao Zhuo stood up and shouted loudly: "Take the criminal Hong Chengchou into the venue!"

The Jinyiwei untied the rope on Hong Chengchou's braid, opened the cage, took Hong Chengchou out of the prison car, and carried him to the execution platform. Two executioners in big red clothes immediately stepped forward, took over Hong Chengchou from the Jinyiwei's hand, and tied him to the pillar.

"Steel him! Skeel him! Skeel this Tartar!" The people who were blocked by the officers and soldiers shouted loudly in anger.

With the popularity of the "Da Ming Daily", the military and civilians in Nanjing have fully understood the cruelty of the Qing army. They naturally hate a man who surrendered to the enemy and treason and became a fake Tartar. Even the illiterate people have fully understood the harm caused by the Qing Dynasty's several invasions to the northern people because of the explanation of the storyteller in various teahouses.

What's more, Zhao Peng also founded an art troupe among the Jinyiwei, and conducted drama and drama tours from Nanjing to Hangzhou in Jiangnan. While increasing the entertainment of local military and civilians, he also accused the Qing Dynasty of numerous crimes.

The time for Lingchi is not yet here, and there is still half an hour left.

The chief executive officer Gao Zhuo stood up, picked up the crimes in his hand, and counted Hong Chengchou's crimes. After he said that, he sat down. The time was not yet up. Then, Sun Jin, the minister of Dali Temple and Zhao Peng, the commander of the Jinyiwei, gave speeches to the people around him.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the chief executive officer Gao Zhuo grabbed the token on the table and threw it off the stage: "The time is here! Execution!"

The two executioners quickly pulled out Hong Chengchou's official uniform, first sprayed a sip of wine on the palm of his hand, then slapped Hong Chengchou's chest, and then the main executioner quickly waved the knife and cut off Hong Chengchou's two heads.

"Ah!" Hong Chengchou let out a heart-wrenching scream in pain.

Then the executioner began to cut the meat on Hong Chengchou's arm. The deputy held a bite of the plate and put the cut pieces of meat into the plate. The main executioner cut ten pieces of meat and then took a breath. While the main executioner rested, he also let Hong Chengchou take a breath. After resting for about a cup of tea, the executioner continued to wave his knife to make a piece of skin duck.

The pieces of meat that were sliced ​​were put into the plate. Not long after, the first iron plate was filled with meat. Then his apprentice's deputy poured the slices of meat into a wooden barrel, and then held the plate to pick up the meat.

The main executioner who used the sword was very skillful. Each sword skillfully avoided the vital parts and important blood vessels. With one sword, only some bloodshots appeared, so that Hong Chengchou would not die of blood loss in a short period of time.

Hong Chengchou screamed loudly at the beginning, but behind him, he could no longer make a sound, just lowered his head and let the executioner cut his flesh on him. Although the executioner avoided the key points, Hong Chengchou still fell into a coma.

The executioner's apprentice lifted a bucket of cold and bone-bent salt water and poured it on Hong Chengchou's head.

"Ah!" Hong Chengchou woke up in severe pain. While salt water penetrated into the wound, he also disinfected and stopped bleeding, which made him feel unbearable.

On the first day of execution, at the third pm of Shen, the executioner cut 1,200 knives and handed over to the prison officer.

"Please take this thief back to the imperial prison first, and then come to execute the execution at three o'clock tomorrow." Gao Zhuo said.

The executioner untied the rope on Hong Chengchou's body, and then the Jinyiwei took a rope soaked in salt water, tied Hong Chengchou tightly, took it into the prison cart, and drove to the Northern Fushishi Zhao Prison.

After the criminal was taken away, the officers and soldiers on the periphery let go of the alert and asked the people to come up.

"It's sold meat! A piece of meat costs one cent. It can cure all diseases." The executioner's apprentice held the plate and shouted loudly to the people surrounding him.

After killing people, it was common for the executioner to sell all kinds of things. After beheading the prisoners, the executioner would sell blood buns; when the prisoners were executed, the meat they had been sold. The round dudu was made into a piece of skin duck, and his meat was also sold to the people of Yanjing.
Chapter completed!