Hong Chengchou, who had been slaughtered for 1,200 yuan, was taken back to the imperial prison. Zhao Peng asked him to feed him rice porridge for a night, then took out precious medicines, put them in a cigarette bottle, and let him take a sip.

Hong Chengchou, who had been cut 1,200 knives all over his body, felt unbearable pain all over his body. He picked up the gun and took a breath, feeling that the pain on his body had decreased a lot. He lay in the straw pile, thinking that it would not be so painful when he fell asleep. However, lying on the straw pile, the straw hurt the wounds on his body, and the mosquitoes that smelled blood also rushed to have a meal. The skin on his body was basically covered with slim Hong Chengchou felt unbearable pain when he was stopped by the mosquitoes and could not fall asleep at all.

"Ah, ah, ah," Hong Chengchou kept moaning in pain.

"Jingluo Hong, if I had known this, why would I have been there?" A Jinyiwei stepped forward and said, "Hold on for two more days. After the film is enough, the last one will be pierced, and the heart will not hurt."

"I just want to die quickly. Oh, I really regret it, I shouldn't have been there!" Hong Chengchou burst into tears, shedding tears of regret.

The original Lingchi, after two cuts on his chest, had the third and fourth cuts. The executioner wanted to cut off the criminal's eyelids, so that the prisoner could not close his eyes, and could only watch the executioner cut thousands of knifes on his body. However, according to Zhao Peng's request, the executioner did not cut off Hong Chengchou's eyelids on the first day.

His eyes fell on his face, his body was incompletely painful. But this time, Hong Chengchou really regretted it and shed tears of regret, but is it useful to regret at this time?

If I had died in my country back then, I would have been killed, and it would be remembered forever. But now, I can't die for a while. I'm killed by it, and I'll be left with a bad reputation for thousands of years after death.

The next morning, the Jinyiwei served Hong Chengchou and drank a bowl of millet porridge, and then took it to the prison car and sent it to the west market.

On the next day, the popularity of Lingchi not only did not decrease, but hundreds of thousands of Nanjing citizens were dispatched to the public. The soldiers and civilians in the surrounding towns rushed to the scene after hearing the news. Nanjing was crowded with people, and there were black heads inside and outside the west city, and they were almost unable to squeeze out.

This is entirely due to Zhao Peng's vigorous publicity of the Qing Dynasty. Under Zhao Peng's strong exaggeration, Hong Chengchou was alive in the world. Naturally, the military and civilians who received the news all rushed to Nanjing West City to watch Lingchi Hong Chengchou.

Of course, along the way, the common people were inevitably greeting Hong Chengchou with rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, mud, stones, and saliva, and also implicated the Jinyiwei who escorted Hong Chengchou. The Jinyiwei around the prison van could not dodge, and innocently got stones, mud and saliva.

"If the Han people were as united as the soldiers, civilians and people in Nanjing, then Jiannu would never have a chance!" Hong Chengchou sighed, "The new emperor and the prince consort are indeed good at gathering the hearts of the Han people in Jiangnan."

At this time, Hong Chengchou felt extremely unparalleled. Anyway, he was dead, so it would be fine to die with a rat-tailed braid on his money. If the Qing Dynasty could win the world and shave all the Han people in the world and dress them up, he would be more relieved after his death. But now, looking at the situation, it is estimated that the Qing Dynasty would not win the world. Perhaps the Ming Dynasty would succeed in the Northern Expedition, and the worst result would be the Northern and Southern Dynasties or the Southern Song Dynasty.

As long as the Han people did not destroy the world, Hong Chengchou's reputation for being infamous for thousands of years would be left behind.

Inside and outside the execution ground, there were already crowds of people crowded with onlookers. When the prison car carrying Hong Chengchou drove into the execution ground, a deafening cheer burst out from the crowd.

"Sword him! Sword this fake Tartar!"

"I am willing to surrender to the enemy and rebel, and surrender to Jiannu and massacre the Han people! Slash him! Eat his meat and drink his blood!"

The gentry and civil servants cheered together with the military and civilians. The gentry and civil servants did not think that Hong Chengchou was once a member of them and felt wronged for him. A guy who surrendered to the enemy and treason and was unfaithful and unrighteous was long looked down upon by the scholars of the world. What's more, during this period, the Daming Daily spared no effort to promote the cruelty of the Qing Dynasty.

The Qing court in the north had a bad reputation for tying land. Hong Chengchou asked the Qing court to take the banner of revenge for the late emperor, but after the Eight Banners Army entered Northern Zhili, it was tying land.

As long as the land enclosed by the Eight Banners Army, whether it is self-cultivated farmers, rich peasants, small landlords, or scholars, their land will all become land of the Eight Banners, and even people will become slaves of the Eight Banners. Don’t you accept it? Just enclosing the land makes the gentry in the north and south extremely dissatisfied with the Qing court. For the gentry, isn’t this as hateful as a treacherous thieves?

But Dorgon had no choice. If the Qing Dynasty did not enclose land, where did the hardcore crops of the Eight Banners come from? We can't send a large number of Ahas to farm outside the pass, right?

After entering the world of flowers in the pass, who is willing to go to the bitter and cold place outside the pass again?

Under the vigorous publicity of Zhao Peng and Daming Daily's public opinion tools, the national sentiment of the Ming army and the people of the Ming Dynasty rose to an extreme, which can be said to be a shared hatred of the enemy.

On the second day, a trampling incident occurred inside and outside the execution ground, and three people were trampled to death and more than ten people were injured. Fortunately, the officers and soldiers inside and outside the field maintained order in time, so no greater casualties were caused.

However, the tragedy of tragedy did not affect the enthusiasm of the military and civilians at all. After the executioners finished their work, the enthusiastic military and civilians immediately surrounded the execution platform and surrounded the execution platform, rushing to buy the meat from the pieces. In the end, there was no other way. The executioner had to bid for Hong Chengchou's meat. The one with the highest bid was obtained, and the most expensive piece of meat was sold at a high price of fifty yuan!

After finishing work, Hong Chengchou was taken to the prison official, while Zhao Peng went to the palace to meet the saint.

"Your Majesty, today's execution, there was a trampling incident outside the execution ground. Three people were killed and more than ten injured! I also heard from the Jinyiwei that all the inns and hotels in the city were crowded and could not be executed in the West City tomorrow. The capital could no longer accommodate so many people." Seeing Emperor Zhu Cilang, Zhao Peng reported what happened today.

"Brother-in-law, what should I do? You can't kill this thief in the imperial prison tonight. That's too cheap!" Zhu Cilang hated Hong Chengchou to the core. Before, Hong Chengchou surrendered to the Qing Dynasty, but slapped Chongzhen in the face. Later, when he was trapped near Shanhaiguan, Hong Chengchou spared no effort to want his life.

Zhao Peng proposed: "Your Majesty, you can execute the execution in front of the construction site of the Ming Dynasty Heroes Hall tomorrow. The venue is open and can accommodate more military and civilians, and it is not easy to have trampling incidents."

"Authentication!" Zhu Cilang nodded and turned to Han Zanzhou. "Han partner, I have issued an edict to change the execution address, and changed it from the west city to the Ming Heroes Hall in the east of the city."

"Your Majesty, I have another suggestion. The Daming Daily is selling well. We can publish another Daming Evening News and issue it tomorrow evening. In this way, the people will see your edict today tonight." Zhao Peng suggested again.

"Accurate!" Zhu Cilang waved his hand openly and approved Zhao Peng's proposal.

In the evening of that day, newspaper boys who had already rested in Nanjing City walked around the streets and alleys and shouted loudly: "Number one! Today, the Daming Evening News was added. The news of the day, and the trampling incident was printed today. Your Majesty issued an order to change the execution location of the Hongzhezi from the West City to the Ming Heroes Hall in the East of the City!"

After being sent back to the imperial prison, Hong Chengchou, who was cut for 2,400 yuan, was already dying. He relied on the precious medicinal herb made by Zhao Peng, which was the duck tablet ointment that saved him his life.

After dawn, the Jinyiwei dragged Hong Chengchou, who had been half dead, out of prison. On the last morning, the Jinyiwei did not waste food and drink a bowl of porridge for Hong Chengchou, but dragged him directly into the prison cart and drove to the construction site of the Ming Yingye Hall in the east of the city.

A father and son who came from afar were about to enter the city, but saw the Jinyiwei escorting a prison car to the east of the city with the banner of the Jinyiwei. There were also a large group of people behind him.

"This little brother, how do you go to the West City?" The older middle-aged Confucian scholar called a passerby and asked.

A passerby said, "Western City is naturally on the west side. May I ask, sir, what's wrong with you going to the West City?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said, "My father and son are from Songjiang. I heard that today is the last day of the old thief Lingchi Hong Chengchou. I came here in a special way, hoping to catch up. My father and son will witness the death of the old thief with their own eyes."

Passers-by said: "Yesterday, a trampling occurred in the West City, and more than ten people were killed or injured. The emperor loved the people. Today, he issued an order to kill the old thief Hong at the foot of Xiaoling Mountain in Mingdong. Sir, you should come with me, I will just go and see how the old thief died."

"Thank you, little brother!" said the middle-aged Confucian scholar, turning to the handsome young man beside him and said, "Brother Rui, let's follow this guy."

This middle-aged Confucian scholar named Xia Yunyi, a famous Jiangnan scholar who is as famous as Chen Zilong, and the young man was his son Xia Wanchun. In the original historical time and space, Xia Yunyi rose up to fight against the Qing Dynasty and died in a defeat. Xia Wanchun was a young hero who was harmed by Hong Chengchou.

The prison cart arrived at the construction site of the Yingmar Hall under the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum in the east of the city. At this time, the area around the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum was not only filled with millions of people in Jiangnan, but also squeezed the nearby hills to the point of being blocked. The Jinyiwei and the main forces of the Nanjing New Army also dispatched all their might to maintain order on the spot. A huge spiritual shed was built on the construction site of the Yingmar Hall at the foot of the Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum, and the spiritual shed was filled with various tablets of various sizes, densely packed with the spiritual sheds.

Zhao Peng, dressed in white plain clothes, stood in front of the spirit shed, opened a piece of paper, and read loudly: "Ming Ming heroes in the Battle of Songjin, your spirits in heaven can be closed! This is the Ming heroes in the future. Your spirits in heaven will be here again, protecting the Grand Historian every year! General Cao, today I sent the old thief Hong Chengchou to comfort the general's spirits in heaven!"

At 3 o'clock in the afternoon, the executioner executed his execution on time. After about an hour and a half, the executioner stabbed Hong Chengchou's heart, which was still beating slightly, and dug out his black and smelly heart.
Chapter completed!