Chapter 99: Laughing at Heroes Not Waiting (I)

The official government offices of the State of Qing can be used to take prisoners, and in Kyoto, there are even more such places, counting from the Kyoto Prefectural Yamen, the government offices authorized to have the right to take prisoners in the Qing law is as many as seven places. And really those involved in the imperial government in the criminal officials, as well as those criminals, often are detained in the Ministry of Justice prison, the Da Lisi sandwich wall, as well as the Supervisory Yuan prison, which is the people regarded as the abyss, storytelling stories will always appear the so-called heavenly prison.

And since the Supervisory Yuan was built, this directly under His Majesty’s secret service agency, played a very powerful and eerie role in the imperial government, was arrested by the senior officials are often imprisoned in this, those who have the best skills of the powerful characters are also locked in this underground for many years, this prison level gradually overriding the Ministry of Criminal Justice on top of the Da Lisi, and became a veritable dungeon in the sky.

Heavenly prison is in the vicinity of the Supervisory Yuan, if by that square gloomy building of the main door out, only need to turn a corner to the side, will be able to see the two heavy to the iron door, and the Supervisory Yuan internal, naturally, also has a direct access to the secret passage of the heavenly prison here, only need to be from the Supervisory Yuan square after the large ping yard back, after a small door, can be directly to the.

No matter which direction you enter the prison of the Supervisory Yuan, the first scene you see is the deep tunnel. The cell block responsible for guarding heavy criminals was deep underground, and guarded extremely tightly, so there was no worry that there would be any robberies or anything like that.

As the tunnel went down, the air became more and more stagnant, the light became more and more dim, although there was also good ventilation equipment below, but the decades of gloomy and dirty air intermingled, it always gave people an inexplicable feeling of horror and suffocation.

After descending along the tunnel to the deepest part, and passing through several layers of unusual sill rooms, he arrived at the several cell blocks at the bottom of the Supervisory Court. The guards here were the strictest, and what was different from usual today was that the officials of the seven divisions responsible for guarding the Heavenly Prison had unusually complex expressions, and the entire prison was filled with experts from outside the courtyard.

For example, experts on the side of the forbidden army and the Dingzhou army, for example, experts from the inner court, and even more palpitating was that on both sides of the separate road leading to the lowest level, there were four strangers wearing hats and hats and hemp clothes, standing there indifferently.

No one knew what the identities of these four people were, but one could clearly detect the powerful aura flowing through each other’s bodies; these four people were sent by that Emperor’s Majesty in the palace.

Chen Pingping, the prisoner of the assassination of the emperor, was at this moment imprisoned in the lowest level of the Supervisory Court’s prison, perhaps even this marvelous and terrifying figure, when setting up this prison, did not expect that one day, he himself would be imprisoned in it as well.

The emperor remanded Chen Pingping to the Supervisory Yuan, instead of imprisoning him in the palace, or placing him in the sandwich of the Da Lisi, the mind stored was exceptionally clear, if the Supervisory Yuan really pities himself, the old dean, and is willing to save him out at all costs, then staying in this prison, one can see the mind of all the officials of the Supervisory Yuan more clearly.

If there were enemies in the world, then let them pop up a little earlier and a little higher. Confident as Emperor Qing was, from the first day he sat in the dragon chair, he was acting according to this method, including the siege of Dadong Mountain three years ago and the Kyoto rebellion. This kind of method that was so confident to the point of arrogance and suspicious to the point of being similar to the temptation to commit a crime was probably something that only His Majesty the Emperor, a monster who was the top of both earthly roles, would dare to use.

However, His Majesty did not expect that the spectral fire in the heart of the Supervisory Court had been extinguished by the dying Chen Pingping with a single finger, so the 10,000 elite troops of the Kingdom of Qing that had remained outside the Supervisory Court had not been utilized, and those masters who had forced their way into the seven heavenly prisons had watched the surroundings vigilantly, and had yet to discover the slightest sign of the Supervisory Court’s rebellion.

The ground was wet and dark, yet there were no traces of moss on all of the stone step walls, and it seemed that the Seven Divisions of the Supervisory Yuan had taken great care of this room. Pale yellow special bright oil torches burned outside the deepest cell of the Great Prison, illuminating the Yellow Springs place that was like a ghostly underworld.

On the lowest level, there were only two cells, which were carved out of granite from the ground, and behind the walls, they were a few meters deeper and a few meters thicker, while right in front of the cells were heavy iron doors, which were not much lighter than the two iron doors at the entrance of the Heavenly Jail.

This is the most eerie place in the country of Qing, there are not many people who are qualified to be locked up here, from the construction of the Supervisory Academy in these decades counting, the deepest yellow spring layer of room in the ground, there is only one person who has been locked up. That person’s name was Sean, and he had been imprisoned alive for decades.

And today, Chen Pingping was also imprisoned here.

The iron door of the cell was not closed, and as the firelight shone in, one could clearly see all the arrangements inside the cell. A bed, a basin of water, some things. It was not as one would imagine, only weeds and rats sludge, on the contrary, this cell was extremely clean, just too clean and simple, even cockroaches could not see one.

Chen Pingping lying on the bed, slowly breathing, eyes closed, white hair haphazardly on the side of his face, chest and abdominal wounds although long ago by the Imperial Doctor bandage cure, but bleeding too much, so that the old man’s face has turned into a pale color, his breathing seems to be extremely strenuous, every inhalation, will make him look a little shriveled chest as aging machine, struggling for a few times, the voice in the throat as a broken wind box The sound like a broken bellows came out of his throat.

On the long wooden bench outside the cell, there were four people sitting in turn, Yan Bingyun, He Zongwei, the eunuch, and the eunuch doctor.

These four people will always watch this old man, to ensure that the other party will not die, to ensure that the other party will not escape, to ensure that the other party has been kept in this semi-conscious near-death state, until tomorrow the court meeting, the charges were determined, in front of the Imperial City, in the eyes of all the people, to accept the wrath of His Majesty the Emperor.

Yan Bingyun’s face was slightly white, quietly gazing at the old man on the bed, not knowing what was going through his mind. He Zongwei glanced at him from the side with an indifferent expression, not really worried in his heart, at this time, the heavenly prison of the Supervisory Yuan had been completely controlled by the military, even if there were any unstable factors within the Supervisory Yuan, but to try to kill the lowest level of this layer in the complete absence of a leader, to try to save Chen Pingping from death, it was a completely impossible thing.

Looking at Chen Pingping’s dying body, He Zongwei’s brows wrinkled and felt a trace of coldness. The beginning of this matter was due to his scorn for Fan Xian, and the end of this matter had nothing to do with him. His mind was slightly perplexed and austere, not knowing how long he would have to keep walking down this black hole of a road before he reached the end, and even if he did, would he end up like this old cripple in front of him, still without the means to end up with a whole body?

But He Zongwei must go on, from the time that His Majesty the Emperor saw him and let him stand against Fan Xian, he could no longer retreat, that’s why he exclaimed in the palace, making sure that Chen Pingping and the Supervisory Yuan’s charges were confirmed, so that Fan Xian, who would return to the capital in the future, would go crazy because of Chen Pingping’s tragic death.

All the civil officials and military generals in the Qing court were worried that Fan Xian would go crazy, but He Zongwei hoped that Fan Xian would go crazy. If Fan Xian was really as cool as he was, under imperial power, not caring at all about Chen Pingping’s death and the humiliation suffered by the Supervisory Court, then he would still be the same unrivaled Tantalizing Duke who was under one person and above all others.

Such a vicious and indifferent Tanyu Duke, who was by no means tantalizing, was not an enemy that He Zongwei wanted to face. He Zongwei only hoped that Fan Xian was a young powerful official whose blood was still hot, and would turn his back on His Majesty because of this matter, and only in this way would he be able to gain a lifetime of glory and wealth by standing behind His Majesty.

Just as he was having a hard time stopping his contemplation, Yan Bingyun suddenly spoke up, “Senior He, I wonder who those four people outside are.”

He Zongwei glanced at Yan Bingyun and shook his head without answering. He knew that the other party was talking about those four mysterious figures wearing hemp clothes and hats, these four people were holding the imperial decree, their authority was actually a bit higher than the forbidden army, and they were specifically responsible for guarding Chen Pingping. No one knew where such four masters suddenly appeared again in the palace, and neither did He Zongwei, however, as he looked at Yan Bingyun, his heart began to calculate something else.

Back then, when his majesty changed the new blood for the court, the seven gentlemen entered the palace, each with his majesty’s careful instructions, in addition to Qin Heng, because of his family’s rebellious cause, tragically picked to death by the black rider silver-faced Jing Ge, the remaining six, have gradually glowed and glowed in the courtroom. These young ministers were undoubtedly His Majesty’s preparations for the future.

Among these six, He Zongwei had the highest reputation and the highest status, implicitly taking the lead. However, looking at Yan Bingyun’s cold as ice face today, Grand Maester He’s heart was somewhat cold and vaguely fearful.

His life is most afraid of such as himself, good at choosing a strong camp, and good at hiding themselves, once the need for action, but extraordinarily ruthless characters. Today, Chen Pingping stabbed the king, but the word Bingyun is early in the Supervisory Yuan internal to do extremely much to cope with the means, this fact let He Zongwei feel a hint of shock, found that this little Yan Gongzi original is also a bit of nature cool, extraordinarily cold people. Moreover, it was obvious that the other party knew more about this matter than he did, in other words, His Majesty’s trust in this person was vaguely above his own.

Yan Bingyun didn’t notice what was going through the mind of this popular university scholar, he just quietly, with complex and calm eyes, looked at the old man in the cell.

That old man life for the Qing country exhaustive, consumed too much blood, plus early years have also been in the sands desperately fighting, I do not know how many serious injuries, these years, half paralyzed, blood and qi does not work, all these things add in one place, so that the Qing emperor first strategist old extraordinarily fast, and now this face full of wrinkles and silver hair look, look extraordinarily pale, the body of the life of the true essence of the body has been about to dry up.

Today in the imperial study, His Majesty the emperor contained wrath shot, although the body suffered a heavy blow, but still control the strength, but that a celadon cup has also been cut off Chen Pingping’s vitality. No need for the doctor to say anything, Yan Bingyun can also judge that the old dean’s life span has been exhausted, if not for the precious medicinal herbs from the palace to carry the life, I am afraid that we simply can’t wait until tomorrow to open the court, the old dean will say goodbye to this human world.

Thinking about this, his eyes flashed a trace of gloom that was not easy for people to notice.

Right at this moment, the body of Chen Pingping, who had been unconscious, suddenly moved, and the eunuch rushed forward to check her pulse. After a long time, Chen Pingping opened her eyes with great difficulty, looked around, and seemed to first confirm where she was, and then her dry lips curled slightly, and for some reason, she actually smiled.

Chen Pingping’s eyes were cloudy and no longer had any luster, he glanced at Yan Bingyun, very cold.

Yan Bingyun also glanced at him, equally very cold.

The mountains did not know how many years had passed, and the underground did not know how many years had passed either. I don’t know how much time has passed, those bright oil torches are still burning at all costs. The people in the Heavenly Prison of the Procuratorate who hadn’t slept all night felt an unquenchable sense of exhaustion after spending the most tense dark night.

He Zongwei rubbed his eyes and subconsciously looked out the window, but saw a stone wall on one side, which made him think that he was at this moment deep in the ground for an unknown number of feet, and smiled to himself. Just at this moment, the back of the cell stone steps came a sound of footsteps, along with these footsteps, the small eunuch to declare the order came to the periphery of the cell.

He Zongwei’s face was solemn, the eunuch’s expression was relieved, the eunuchs waiting here had a tightened expression, but Yan Bingyun remained expressionless. These people responsible for guarding the Chin prisoner Chen Pingping knew that-

The hour, finally arrived.

A red sun in the east had already jumped out of the clouds, shining warmly on top of all the buildings in Kyoto, Qing, this group of people who had marched out of the Heavenly Prison stood amidst the morning light, and each of them subconsciously squinted their eyes. After a night of tension, nothing had happened in the end, whether it was He Zongwei or Yan Bingyun, or even those forbidden soldiers responsible for guarding, all felt mentally exhausted to the extreme.

He Zongwei gently waved his hand. In the midst of hundreds of fully armored forbidden soldiers, a black carriage stopped at the entrance of the Heavenly Prison. Chen Pingping, who was still lying on top of the stretcher, was lifted up again.

Yan Bingyun narrowed her eyes and looked at the brilliant imperial city over there, knowing that the court meeting had already started, those ministers from various ministries must be in the Taiji Hall, denouncing Chen Pingping’s treachery with righteous indignation, and those civil ministers who had been preparing for the crime for many years finally had a chance to put it on the neck of that old black dog.

The criminal Chen Pingping was carried out of the Heavenly Prison and walked towards the road of death. The surrounding soldiers solemnly and nervously assigned the task of watching over the guards, Yan Bingyun and his closest supervisory court ministers fell at the very back, and then heard a piece of news.

The old servant who had been accompanying Chen Pingping for decades, the old servant who drove the carriage to send Chen Pingping back to the capital, was also detained in the Heavenly Prison of the Supervisory Yuan last night, and knowing that his master who had served him for decades was about to be brought to justice, the old servant crashed into the wall and killed himself in the cell, his blood smeared all over the wall.

Hearing this news, Yan Bingyun’s eyes were slightly wet, but he forced himself to hold back, tilting his face up, no longer looking at the imperial city, so as to avoid the tears mixed with complicated emotions, flowing down in front of so many people.

He looked up, and then saw countless rain clouds came from nowhere, quickly piled up to the sky above Kyoto, will not rise soon the red sun in the back of the strict cover, let a darkness shrouded in the city’s buildings and trees.

Another autumn rain was about to fall.