As long as he, the official, or the victor, wanted to, he could set up a banquet, give the other party some respect, and talk about heroes over a warm glass of wine, and pretend to be nice. He could also let people grab the other party's hair, accuse him of crimes and classics, and use swords and axes to kill him... and jokingly talk about how he was thirsty for the blood of the Huns and how he was hungry for the flesh of the barbarians.
The so-called "to be vulgar in place, to be elegant in place, to be dramatic in place, and to be frank in place" means to be vulgar in place, to be elegant in place, to be dramatic in place, and to be frank in place.
However, Zhao Jiu did not move at all, nor did he look at the other party. He just turned his head to look at the "Boundary River" that seemed somewhat calm but surging.
Unexpectedly, Wanyan Wushu didn't say anything either.
This ruling prince of the Jin Dynasty, who was responsible for the survival of his own family, tribe, and country, certainly had countless reasons to speak, countless political demands to express, and must have countless complex emotions... such as fear, sadness, anger, and grief.
But for some reason, Wushu, who also wanted to talk, did not speak.
Dressed in white and with his hands tied, he just lowered his head and knelt at the other end of the rammed earth platform, looking at the rammed earth under his knees without saying a word, as if he was waiting for the verdict that might come at any time.
But the verdict has yet to come.
Wanyan Wushu was delivered at noon that day, and Zhao Jiu returned an hour later. Then the two of them sat and knelt, one turned his head to look at the Yellow River, and the other lowered his head to wait for the verdict, and they continued to confront each other...until dusk and the sun set, neither of them made a single move.
Moreover, because of the diversion, the boundary section of the Yellow River does not have such a fast-flowing water, but the northern flows plus the Sanggan River converge here, and finally present a sparkling scene under the setting sun.
But as time passed, even this scenery gradually faded.
On the other side, Hu Yin followed Lu Yihao to the north, and Yang Yi Zhong was ordered to return to Tokyo to prepare for something. Emperor Zhao was accompanied by Liu Yan, Shao Chengzhang, as well as Tian Shizhong, Zhang Zigai, and Cheng Min.
These people stood beside the platform, and no one dared to speak or disturb them the whole time. But as it was getting darker, they finally had to think of a solution.
Tian Shizhong hesitated for a moment, then carefully walked around behind Liu Yan and Shao Chengzhang and whispered, "Prince Liu, Master Shao, can we serve dinner to the emperor?"
Liu Yan and Shao Chengzhang came to their senses at once, and moments later, two servings of pork hot pot and some snacks and wine were served to them by Shao Chengzhang himself.
Zhao Jiu finally came to his senses.
He looked at the food and wine on the table, glanced at the sword and the dagger, and finally turned his head to look at Wanyan Wushu in front of him, and said the first sentence of the afternoon:
"The execution shall be carried out in a fair manner and the head shall be displayed to the public."
As soon as he said this, Emperor Zhao picked up a pork bun and walked away while eating.
About half an incense stick of time after the official took Liu Yan and Shao Chengzhang away from the rammed earth platform, Cheng Min suddenly turned over and jumped onto the platform under the gaze of Tian Shizhong and Zhang Zigai.
Seeing this, Zhang Zigai, who had the home advantage, wanted to jump up, but was stopped by Tian Shizhong... Obviously, he felt that there was no need to conflict with Han Shizhong's confidants over such a small matter, especially since Zhang Jun had been in Qingzhou and Han Shizhong was in Yanjing in the northwest.
Wuzhu had heard the words "clear punishment" a long time ago, but he did not react at all until Cheng Min, who had been escorting him for two or three days, came to him with a knife. Only then did he raise his head and collapse to the ground.
"Anything you want to say?"
Cheng Min looked down at him and sighed slightly. He knew that although the man in front of him was about to die, he was a person of higher level than himself, so he remained polite.
"I knelt for the whole afternoon and I am extremely hungry."
Wushu answered seriously. "What did your Lord Zhao eat just now? Can you give me a taste?"
Cheng Min was somewhat confused, but he looked around and thought for a while, and finally felt that there was no reason not to let the other party have a full ghost, so he shouted directly to the soldiers below the stage:
"Bring a fire!"
“I want to eat that.”
Wuzhu suddenly pointed forward, and there was the table where Emperor Zhao had left. In a basket on top of it was a piece of firewood left.
"Then you will have to be rewarded by the government."
Cheng Min immediately shook his head. "How dare I, a commander, move? Besides, why didn't you ask for help when the emperor was here?"
"I don't want to ask."
Wushu opened his eyes wide and responded calmly. "I dare not ask for it."
Cheng Min was confused... He felt that the other party was a manly man in the first half of the sentence, but at the same time he felt that the other party was still pretending even when he was about to die. However, the second half of the sentence took a sharp turn and he had no idea what the other party was thinking.
So, just shut up.
After a while, a soldier brought a piece of roasted bread. Cheng Min picked one up and put it to Wuzhu's mouth, but Wuzhu just kept silent and shook his head.
Cheng Min was too lazy to care. He took a bite of the biscuit, then held it in one hand and waved with the other.
Immediately, several Beiwei soldiers who came with him to escort him stepped forward, dragged Wushu off the platform, and took him to the gate of Nigu Village. Then the soldiers on both sides pinned him down, and another soldier casually took out a standard military machete, and with just one strike, he beheaded the silent Fourth Prince Wanyan Wushu.
This knife also cut off the countless grudges between this man and the official, two marshals, and more than a dozen princes and dukes over the past ten years.
After the beheading was completed, another soldier brought a wooden barrel filled with quicklime, skillfully put Wuzhu's head in it, and tied it to the side of a warhorse.
Cheng Min nodded and left Nigu Village with the head.
He knew that Wanyan Wushu's attendant, Tai Shi Nu, would report the specific conditions brought by the dead man to Emperor Zhao or the two princes Liu Yan and Tian Shizhong, but that was none of his business.
Now he just wanted to show this head to everyone urgently.
Wuzhu has died at the age of thirty-eight, in the year of Bingchen, and the world is blessed with good fortune.
PS: I didn’t expect that a trip would be so tiring. The journey itself is the most terrifying thing... I’ll post one chapter first to make do... I’ll try to finish it this month, and it won’t be delayed any further than next month... Let me think about how to end it.
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