Chapter 37: Rivers of Blood

In the palace, Yun Ye’s news was completely cut off. He was surrounded by eunuchs and lived a very regular life every day. He got up at five o’clock in the morning, practiced spearmanship for an hour, did a set of calisthenics, laughed twice, and completed his daily exercise, ready to eat.

Since the first day he experienced Yun Hou’s peerless spearmanship, Cheng Qian has never come again, covering his left hand that was accidentally injured by the spear wind.

According to the eunuch, the prince left Yun Hou’s residence laughing all the way, accidentally knocking over a few palace maids who were delivering food, and not getting angry when he was splashed with rice soup.

He knew that he was laughing at Yun Ye’s spearmanship, especially the Five-Step Soul-Crushing Spear, which was so terrifying that not only the enemy was afraid, but even Yun Ye himself was afraid, because he really couldn’t control the direction of the spear.

Now he has no intention of leaving the palace, at least not before the old guys die out.

After breakfast, Yun Ye would usually take a stroll.

He didn’t need an attendant to accompany him, because he was already familiar with the East Palace. Since Cheng Qian had not yet married, the East Palace had no forbidden areas for him.

Under Yun Ye’s persuasion, Chang Sun gave up the idea of finding a concubine for Cheng Qian. What wife does a thirteen-year-old boy want? In later generations, he was still just a little kid in junior high school. Early love was strictly forbidden. If you were caught, you would be invited to your parents and then examined in front of the whole class. Facing the spurning of all the students, then there were shameless people who took advantage of the opportunity to comfort the female classmates.

This is Yun Ye’s painful lesson. He was questioned by his sister’s strong brother, who grabbed him by the collar and then took all his pocket money as compensation for his sister.

There were no guys in the Tang Dynasty who dared to grab Cheng Qian by the collar, unless he molested Yun Ye’s sister, then he might be questioned.

Yun Ye has always been proud of his leaping thinking. When he saw a semi-circular black object, he thought of the heavy iron gate at the construction site, which required a lot of strength to pull up.

So he habitually pulled it, it wasn’t heavy, and then he saw a face that was crying and as white as a cat, with two white rabbit teeth.

“Lingdang? What are you doing here?”

This question was bad. The bell, who was already crying, saw him crying even more. He couldn’t stand to see a girl cry, but didn’t know how to comfort her. He had lived two lives without learning this ability to defy the heavens.

“Who bullied you? Tell me, and we’ll go break his legs right now.” This is Yun Ye’s magic weapon, which works every time against his own sister.

Sniffling Lingling pointed at the flowers and said, “There’s a puppy that got stuck in the flowers and can’t get out. I’m going to pull it out, but it’s crying and bleeding.”

When he went to the back, he saw a dirty little dog crying in the peony bushes. This was unacceptable. Yun Ye prided himself on being a member of the animal protection organization. When he saw someone in trouble, he would help them.

He was about to do it when two eunuchs ran over and saw the puppy. They shouted, “Master, this is the dog that crawled into the palace through the dog hole. I’ll kill it.”

As soon as the words fell, he was kicked in the butt: “You can’t even speak clearly. What do you mean by “Master of the House” is this dog? I’ll beat you to death.”

The saying that you should not do to others what you would not have done to yourself did not apply to Yun Ye. His own buttocks had been kicked and kicked by the emperor and the old generals, so he had developed the bad habit of kicking other people’s buttocks. Cheng Chumo also had this hobby. The two brothers had once kicked the buttocks of the soldiers in Longyou, fully enjoying the fun of being of noble status. They were once known as the “twin heroes of kicking buttocks” and were invincible in Longyou.

“Your Highness, please forgive us.” The two eunuchs knew the status of this person in the palace and quickly begged for mercy.

“There are still dog holes in the palace?” Yun Ye found it incredible.

“Your Highness, it swam in from the water gate when the Taiye Pond was draining. The servants didn’t notice it at first and let it run here. We don’t know where it came from.”

“Don’t kill it, don’t kill it.” The bell jingled as Yun Ye’s arm pleaded for the puppy.

“You guys be careful and pull it out.” Since they had helpers, there was no need to do it themselves.

Two eunuchs lay on the ground, one peeling the flowers, and the other carefully holding the puppy out.

Lingdang quickly took the puppy, looked at it with pity, and tied a handkerchief around its injured hind leg. Animals have very sensitive senses and knew that Lingdang was harmless to it, so it put its head into Lingdang’s arms and shivered.

The two eunuchs were given a silver leaf each to send them away. When they turned around, they couldn’t see Lingdang anymore. They shrugged their shoulders and were about to leave when the flowers suddenly parted, revealing Lingdang’s smiling face: “You are really a good person.” After that, she disappeared.

Yun Ye touched his nose. This was the first time he had received a good person card in the Tang Dynasty.

When Yun Ye was celebrating the fact that he had received a Good Person Card, he didn’t know that at this time, the crossroads of Duliu Street next to the West Market were filled with prisoners awaiting execution. The shadow on the sundial coincided, and the surrounding area was filled with people, who waved their hands down.

The executioner raised his butcher’s knife at the same time, and the apprentice pulled the prisoner’s hair to expose his neck and face to the wooden block. There were cheers for the executioner in the crowd, as well as people who were vomiting and crying.

Dai Zhu was expressionless, and the executioner was filled with excitement. To be able to execute 164 people at once was enough for him to be an executioner for the rest of his life.

Old Lu Jiang was disheveled and emaciated. In just a few days, his originally gray hair had turned completely white. He was held by the neck by the executioner and pressed against a wooden block. He seemed resigned to his fate and said nothing, but only opened his eyes when he heard a pitiful cry for help. His favorite grandson, Lu Zhi, was struggling under the executioner’s palm, calling out loudly for his once-powerful grandfather to save him.

Old Lu Jiang’s dry eyes were full of tears, and he tried hard to open his eyes and watch his grandson’s head being chopped off by the executioner. His old body seemed to be filled with strength in an instant, and he broke free from the executioner and cried over Lu Zhi’s unclosed head. This was the Lu family’s best descendant. At the age of sixteen, he was full of wisdom and loved the I Ching very much. He had reached the point of entering the hall and entering the room, but now, with just one stroke, everything was in vain.

Lu Jiang crawled in the blood pool, trying to open his mouth and shouted, “Oh, God!”

Before the sound had even died down, his old head flew into the air, and the blood that gushed from his neck was like a bright red silk covering Lu Zhi’s young head. The blood flowed like a river.