Conspiracy is brewing bit by bit in the night.

Now that Donglin is so powerful, the entire palace is under their control. As soon as Luo Ning's confession was obtained in the Jinyiwei Prison in Stone City, Lu Daqi immediately drove the carriage back to the Wenhua Hall of the Central Office. However, here, the sudden blow made his ears roar.

"What? Let Zhang Pu and Zhang Cai run away! A bunch of waste!"

With a thud, the heavy mahogany table was overturned. The irritable Lu Daqi still shouted in anger: "All the trash of killings should be sent to Yunnan to join the army!"

With his brows frowned, and listening to him getting angry, Gao Hongtu, who was sitting on a side chair, simply patted the table: "Now is not the time to be a military officer. Lou Dong and Zhang were eloquent and nonsense, but they could deceive the people and merchants into chaos. The most urgent task is to completely solve the harm of the restoration of the party. We must make a quick decision!"

Gao Hongtu's dry right hand was full of wrinkles, but hesitated and made a murderous move to cut down. This action made Qian Qianyi opposite him feel uneasy, but a few blood vessels bulged in anxiety in his temple. He was full of hesitation. Qian Laogong shook his head in embarrassment.

"As for the disposal, should we make a long-term plan? After all, many of them were former Donglin's disciples, but they were instigated by Zhang Pu and went astray. Besides, Hangzhou Luoning is really..."

Old official voice, these old erections can be heard in the second half. How could Gao Hongtu not hear? Qian Qianyi was still afraid of the Northern Dynasty and Mao Jue. After all, the ambiguous story between Luo Ning and the romantic Northern Emperor son was very irresistible, and the old guy was still leaving a way out for himself!

"If you cut the grass without eradicating the roots, the spring breeze will resurrect! Before Zhang Pu's disaster strikes back, his followers must be cut off! Now is not the time to be merciful, why does Mr. Jiang think?"

Turning his head, Gao Hongtu asked Jiang Yueguang again, but the latter did not disappoint him. Confucius's firm support of rituals and music nodded very simply.

"It's time to kill!"

Both bigwigs set the tone, and the remaining few ministers nodded. Seeing this, Qian Qianyi naturally would not be the target of public criticism. However, he was still cunning and left his tail in his words.

"It's over this, Qian follows the will of all the officials!"

A group of old men who should be buried in the soil are either selfish and righteous, or are drifting with the flow without any matter. The fate of a woman and a group of people is settled!

All opinions were unified, full of murderous intent, and more than a dozen cavalrymen ran out of the palace again, holding the imperial edict of the bright yellow silk, and flew straight to the Jinyiwei Prison in Stone City.

At this time, Luo Ning had just been put down from the large-shaped shackles and was locked in a prison that was so dark that there was no light. Before she could recover from her huge despair, the large tight door was suddenly opened again, and several torches swayed into her eyes. As she narrowed her eyes hard, some heavy things had been thrown at her feet.

"You are a vicious wife, Luo Ning, as a family of poets and scholars, but you collude with the Northern Barbarians and intend to rebel. You should be punished for being punished. However, Your Majesty is kind and pity you as a woman, who will be kind to you, and you will be beheaded! The beheading will be executed!"

The heavy thing was a bundle of rough hemp ropes and a heavy slashing card. The red letters of Luo Ning, the wife of the slashing plot, were particularly eye-catching. Although she knew in her heart that Donglin used her identity to rectify the restoration of the society, as the culprit, the charge of murder! She must die! After being tied to Luo Zhen, she had no chance of living, but she never expected it to come so quickly!

Looking at the scarlet slash, the petite Jiangnan woman's brain was dizzy. She couldn't help but staggered back a few steps, leaning against the wall, and her body couldn't help but tremble.

"If I had known today, why should I be there? The offender knelt down quickly! I will tie it on your mother's clothes!"

After being an Jinyiwei for a long time, most of the normal emotions of human beings have long been erased. Several Nanzhen Fusi Fanzi holding torches were snorting coldly and were about to come over without any mercy. Looking at their gloomy flying fish robes, he took a step back in fear again, but Luo Ning suddenly screamed sharply.

"etc!"

Seeing the few people's eyes cruelly stopped, two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down their cheeks, biting their lips and taking a deep breath. Luo Ning took a deep breath, and then his expression suddenly became firm.

"If you don't work, I will do it myself!"

With the obscene gazes of several Jinyiwei, Luo Ning trembled his hands and gently unbuttoned the worn-out lace of Luoshang on his body, and then threw it heavily on the ground. In the fire, a graceful figure began to shake with the torch shaking.

More than ten minutes later, the two cows pulled the heavy prison cart and rushed out of Yingtian City again.

.........

The next day at dawn, the bell and drum tower, the chaotic escort parade.

Unexpectedly, the people of Yingtian who had always been obedient would become so violent. During the crazy fight, heavy footsteps suddenly came out again on the streets. A large number of imperial reinforcements broke out with big swords and spears. Now, Donglin has been completely lost and even the last fig leaf is not needed. The imperial guard in front directly drew his sword and chopped the Yingtian citizens in the riot. The sound of a cracked body breaking, and more than a dozen people fell into a pool of blood. The bright red blood finally woke these citizens with fever-shaped brains. I don’t know who was the first to turn around and run away. Amid the terrified cry, the bell and drum tower, which had been chaotic with tens of thousands of people, disappeared, leaving only a mess of shoes and blood from the nose and teeth.

More than 400 criminals fled, and only more than 100 were left. The imperial guard officer in charge of escorting was in tears. Seeing that Huang Zongxi, the initiator of all this, was still standing here so proudly, the imperial guard leader stepped forward and pushed him fiercely.

"The thief is matched with the army! Let's go!"

The remaining people in Fushe were escorted, and under the escort of a large number of swords and shields, the escorted team continued to move forward.

But what surprised Huang Zongxi was that he was not waiting for them, but turned back to Caishikou. There, the execution platform had already been placed there, surrounded by fully armed Nanjing Imperial Guards. On the execution ground, a woman who was stripped of only a close-fitting shirt and tied up in various colors was also knelt there early, waiting for them.

Luoning!

"This is not in line with the "Law of the Ming Dynasty"!"

"The heaven is speechless, killing the loyal and kind in vain!"

"You guys won't die a good death!"

This scene made the children of Fushe who had either stopped running away or were left proudly by scholars immediately understood the fate they were about to face. They did not need any interrogation from the Ministry of Justice or Dali Temple, nor did they have any chance to make a defense in court. They were directly detained for any crime and were directly abandoned at the intersection of the city.

It seems like a familiar scene!

He roared with shock and anger. No matter what he voluntarily stayed or didn't run away, he was unwilling to accept it and roared angrily. However, the answer to them was a heavy slash. None of the big guys from Donglin came, and only Zhao Longen, the Minister of Justice, who had a half-relationship with Donglin, was here. Looking at the roars like a tide, he, a prison officer, was so scared that he was trembling all over like a plague chicken. He was so excited that he pointed at Luo Ning and roared hard.

"You are reunited, formed a clique for personal gain, and colluded with this evil woman in the Northern Ming Dynasty. The former bandit leader of the East India Company, Luo Ning, intends to rebel. Your Majesty is furious and ordered you to behead you and the traitors... and kill them all... and stop being noisy! Those who come will be executed immediately!"

This time there were too many people to kill. Amid his angry roar, Huang Zongxi and other group of leaders of the Fushe were pushed to the execution ground first, with heavy shackles on their hands. In their eyes, the Yingtian citizens were trembling and watched from afar, but they did not dare to come over and looked submissively. Looking at everything, Huang Zongxi, the orphan of Donglin, couldn't help but roar to the sky.

"What's wrong with the crime you want to add to it? Unreasonable! Scaring the people by killing them! Father, were you blind and joining these beasts?"

However, after laughing twice, Huang Zongxi's laughter stopped again. His expression suddenly froze on the opposite side of Caishikou. The upper end of the bare pillar came up with a bright red and dark color. It was the wooden pole hanging on the head after the execution. The dark blood stains on it should be the blood marks left after the last beheading Ma Shiying.

Looking at the self-deprecating expression, he appeared on Huang Zongxi's face again, and was staggered by the roar. Listening to the angry scolding of his colleagues beside him, he suddenly shook his head with a ridicule.

"I'm not wronged to die! Didn't we kill Ma Shiying and Ma so self-righteously? The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, and I'm not wronged to die!"

He did not resist anymore and knelt heavily on the ground. However, Huang Zongxi suddenly turned his head and laughed and shouted behind him: "Mr. Zhao! Please, after Huang died, please help Huang cover his face with black hemp. Huang has no face to face Lord Ma and his ancestors. And you can ask Huang, Mr. Qian, Mr. Gao and others in the nine springs, can they have the face to face their father and ancestors and ancestors?"

Listening to Huang Zongxi's questioning with a big laugh, the Minister of Justice was stunned and speechless for a moment.

However, the noises around her, the grudges between Fushe and Donglin were all deaf to Luo Ning, and she was tied up in a ball with her hands behind her back. She tried her best to protect her delicate body with her close-fitting clothes. Her eyes were dull and she looked at the basket with hay in front of her, and there was only a blank in her mind.

Recalling the past, she was really a failure in her life. Before her father died, she told her to take good care of her younger brother and the Luo family. Now she has failed. The Luo family has no relationship with her anymore. As for Luo Zhen, she can't take care of her anymore!

In this life, I never seemed to have loved, hated, or spoken out. I guess he was very disappointed with himself! A few months ago, in Hangzhou, facing the board of directors' aggressive questioning and pressure, what scared her the most was still the one who knew all this in her mind. Mao Jue, who trusted her so much, looked disappointed.

If she dies today, will he feel relieved? Or maybe..., maybe he can feel sad? Will he remember himself? Or in the blink of an eye, he forgot himself in the back of the beauties in the harem, Sanqian?

The sun was already hanging high above her head. Behind her, the slashing card inserted in the rope was suddenly pulled out. Hearing the sip of wine from behind her hands sprayed onto the knife. In front of death, Luo Ning still nervously twisted the little hand tied behind her back into a fist. However, in a trembling state, she couldn't help but raise her head slightly and looked in front of her eyes.

Unfortunately, none of the two most important men in her life are here to send her the last journey! In the yamen, holding the brand new official seal she had obtained, Luo Zhen wiped it with her sleeve ecstatically. At the edge of the Jiujiang Ferry, Mao Jue, who was commanding the army to cross the river, looked at the sky thoughtfully.

The next moment, with the sound of breaking through the air, the beheading sword slashed down fiercely. With the sound of squirting, Luo Ning, a small Jiangnan woman, also flew up, and with the last doubt, she swung into the hay basket in front of her. The petite corpse squirted out a brilliant red, as if to show her last glory, but as she swayed, she still leaned into the dust with depressed powerlessness.
Chapter completed!