"One, two, three … ten … twenty … fifty … sixty-seven … sixty-eight …" The eunuch's ear-piercing counting was accompanied by the muffled sound of the metal rod hitting human flesh. It circled back and forth in the empty space in front of Fu Ning Palace. The sound drilled into people's ears, making people's hair stand on end.
Tan Siwei was pressed down on a specially made metal stool like a dead fish. At first, he would grit his teeth and muffled groans. He even had the strength to raise his head and count Cao Hou's ten major crimes. This caused the eunuch to scold him and beat him even more fiercely. But now, there was only dripping blood coming from the corner of his clothes and gathering at the indentation on the bricks, forming a small puddle. He had long since stopped breathing, leaving only the tips of his fingers that would occasionally tremble when the iron staff swung down.
Zhao Bin reached out and frowned. He sighed and hurriedly ran into the main hall. He probed, "Niang niang, little Tan daren is almost out of breath. If the beating continues, I'm afraid he really will die here today. The Supreme Court's Feng daren has already sent in a few memorials. I'm afraid they all want to plead for little Tan daren. "
Cao Hou continued to grind the ink stick in his hand. He sneered without raising his head. "Wasn't he shouting fiercely just now? What do you mean by 'I have a good heart, even if I die nine times, I have no regrets'? What do I have to say if the sky is clear and bright? And that dog has the guts to fabricate this palace's ten major crimes, saying that this palace plotted to kill His Majesty and have His Majesty sentence this palace to death? He's still wet behind the ears, an inexperienced child. Today, this palace will fulfill his wish and let him be a good ghost. As for Feng Zheng, I originally thought that he was someone who knew how to adapt to the current situation. I didn't expect that he would suddenly have a brain cramp when he's old and about to retire. Then let him wait at the palace gates. This consort wants to see how long that bag of bones can stand. "
At the side, Tian Ze Emperor's hand that was moving the brush paused. He almost drew Cao Hou's eyes crooked. However, this pause was only for a short moment. When Cao Hou looked over, he continued to move the brush like a moving statue.
"Yes, this servant obeys." Zhao Bin silently clenched his fists under his sleeves. He lowered his head and retreated step by step.
Outside the hall, the sound of the execution continued to ring out. From one hundred to one hundred and twenty strokes, another twenty strokes were made. This time, Tan Siwei's fingertips wouldn't even tremble. Zhao Bin's heart was burning with anxiety, but there was nothing he could do. Now that he thought about it, even his master, who ruled the world, was being controlled by someone else. What ability did he have to protect this hothead? Perhaps this was called fate, and he was destined to face a calamity.
Tan Siwei also seemed to have a premonition that death was approaching. The lifeless dead fish suddenly regained consciousness and opened its eyes. From its throat full of sand, it spat out the two words that it was most obsessed with, "Father!"
He smiled bitterly. The closer he was to death, the clearer his mind became. All the things he had experienced in the past twenty years flashed through his mind. There was his mother who lived in chains, his big brother who loved to dance and laugh, his little sister who always cried secretly at night, and his father who only sighed at him.
What a failure. As his son, he had never received his affirmation, not even a nod or a word of praise. After the envoy's table, he turned without a word and walked through the empty door. From beginning to end, he didn't even look at him. Perhaps he didn't have any expectations of him from beginning to end. Otherwise, he was about to die. Why didn't his father come to see him one last time? There was no need to plead. Just seeing him once would have been good enough.
Tan Siwei, oh Tan Siwei, in this life, your loved ones have all left you one by one. You can't save those you love, you don't deserve them, and you don't need to talk about respect. Disappointment, disappointment, disappointment. Fine, that's it.
In the end, Tan Siwei pulled the corners of his mouth in his heart and closed his eyes.
When his thoughts were severed and the last strand of spider silk was about to be severed, a young eunuch suddenly flew toward the palace and called out loudly, "Your Majesty, Your Highness! Not good, Prime Minister Tan, no, it's the former Grand Secretary, Sir Tan, who has come out of the temple. He brought a large group of retired officials and is kneeling at the palace gates, asking to see Your Majesty. With him are 23 officials from the Supreme Court, Sir Song from the Ministry of Rites, Sir Zhou from the Ministry of War, Sir Wei from the Jingji Government, and so on. There's also the heir of the Prince of Nanping, Xiahou Qing! "
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
