"You're talking nonsense. Did the prefect have any impartiality in sentencing me to immediate execution? There is no impartiality at all. You are just taking revenge on someone personally."
After regaining his sanity, Wang Haotian struggled again.
Zhang Feimo ignored him, pretending he didn't hear what he said at all, and sat there quietly.
"It's three quarters past noon!" Ji Xiangfeng's loud voice rang out.
As his voice rang out, the entire execution ground suddenly became quiet.
Even the people below were staring quietly at Wang Haotian on the guillotine.
Zhang Feimo just sat upright on the execution platform, with a cold triangle under his black hat, staring at Wang Haotian closely.
Then he drew a stick and threw it towards the center of the guillotine, "Behead!"
After saying just one word, the executioner slowly raised the ghost head in his hand.
The blade glowing white was very dazzling under the scorching sun.
As his hair rose, Wang Haotian was still struggling.
Yayu, who was sitting in the audience, was even more nervous. She didn't even notice her fingernails digging into her palm.
The blood just fell drop by drop...
She had actually returned to the palace, and after a fit of rage, she slowly calmed down.
So I followed him here again.
"Wait a minute..."
Just as the executioner raised his hands and prepared to fall, a voice rang out.
Then a Ferghana horse stepped onto the guillotine and galloped towards them.
The hem of the official's robe on the horse's back fluttered as the Ferghana horse galloped.
"Brother, brother, you are finally back, brother, please save me, please save me..."
Hearing this familiar voice, Wang Haotian was so excited as if he had seen a savior.
"Mr. Zhang, you are so powerful. I would like to ask you, what crime did he commit that deserves death? Is there any prefect or official who would give you a clear opinion? Or do you think that you, a seventh-rank county magistrate, can just execute him?"
As soon as he jumped off the horse, Wang Haochen began to question Zhang Feimo.
At the same time, he was followed by 12 golden guards who surrounded the entire guillotine.
Looking at Wang Haochen again, it seemed that he came prepared.
He was still holding the token of the Ministry of Personnel in his hand, showing it directly in front of Zhang Feimo.
Zhang Feimo did not speak, and there was no sign of panic on his face. He habitually tapped the golden sandalwood with his fingertips.
The executioner was even more confused. He couldn't lift the devil's head and chop it off, nor could he put it down.
The yamen runners beside him didn't even dare to breathe.
They were just yamen runners, but the person in front of them was a fourth-rank official.
Even their masters are only of the seventh rank.
How could I possibly be tougher than him?
This was even more so for the people in the audience, as many of them were knocked to the ground by the horses of the 12 golden-haired guards.
But Wang Haochen turned a blind eye and only focused his eyes on Zhang Feimo.
According to what my younger brother said in a previous letter, Zhang Feimo has no power behind him.
Even so, he dared to kill his own brother in front of him. In Wang Haochen's eyes, this was no different from committing suicide.
Not to mention anything else, just the 12 golden guards around him are enough to capture him.
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