Nightfall Chapter 21: The Talker (Part 1)

The already quiet front of the court suddenly became more deadly. No one answered Ning Que’s question. He only heard a soft pop. In the end, an official could not hold the pen in his hand and fell. In the rain on the ground.

In human language, killing prisoners is a specifically listed word, which represents some of the bloodiest and cruel pictures in history. With the passing of the barbaric era, those pictures have become less and less common. As for In Datang, except for Xiahou who has done it for hundreds of years, this kind of thing has never happened again.

Even Shangguan Yang Yu, who is known for his shamelessness, was shocked by Ning Que's words, and his pale cheeks were filled with absurdity and disapproval.

The autumn rain fell to the ground, and the strange silence continued. Silence, silence, made people feel nervous and uneasy. In the end, Ning Que broke the silence by himself.

"What are you doing so serious? It's hard to answer? Then I just decide it myself." He looked at the superior and said, "Let the prefectures kill one-third first and see what happens."

In the war a few years ago, the Tang Army captured more than 30,000 prisoners of war, some of which were released during the peace talks because of exchanges. Now the number of prisoners of war imprisoned in the mine is still very large, one-third of the number... Will be stained blood red, how high will the bones in those mines pile up?

"The killing of prisoners is ominous, and the sky will be angry. Please also Mr. Thirteen to think twice..."

An official said with a low voice. Now no one in the Tang Dynasty dared to question the opinions of the academy, let alone oppose it, but in certain things, some people will show their bravery after all.

Ning Que did not look at the brave official, but at the gloomy sky above the courtyard. There was no anger but the continuous autumn rain falling from the high sky.

The killing of a prisoner is ominous, so the sky is angry? What day is that day? Overlooking the speechless sky in the spring and autumn of the world, or the unbiased blue sky that presides over the cycle of heaven secretly, it is Haotian in short.

Then this is a joke.

He smiled and shook his head, did not say anything, and did not withdraw the order.

Shangguan Yang Yu said in a weak voice: "I'm worried about the execution..."

The killing of prisoners really contradicts the Tang Dynasty's three views, and it is seriously inconsistent with the Tang people's aesthetic taste. This is his worry or excuse.

Ning Que said: "Why can't it be executed?"

Shangguan Yang Yu said: "Things always need people to do, I'm afraid no one will do it."

Ning Que smiled and said, "No one is willing to do it, can you just do it?"

Shangguan Yang Yu is a bachelor of the Korean Central Committee. With the full support of the academy and the royal family, if he stepped forward, killing prisoners can be done no matter how difficult it is, but how long will the notoriety be remembered?

He sighed and said, "No wonder you must take me with you today."

Ning Que said: "There are not many people who can do this thing well, and there are even fewer people who have the courage to do this thing. You are the only one who dares to recite the notoriety and do it in a comfortable mood." /

Shangguan Yangyu smiled bitterly and said: "Don't dare to say that your mood is comfortable. That's too abnormal."

Ning Que frowned and said, "How do you feel that you are scolding me?"

Shangguan Yang Yu sighed: "Don't go around digging the pit. You have to put something at the bottom of the pit?"

Ning Que said: "If the academy stays here, your family will be safe for ten generations."

Shangguan Yangyu's eyes were slightly bright. After thinking about it, he said: "Then do it."

He is a dignified academician, so naturally he would not personally take a knife and axe to chop the head of a prisoner of war, order the matter down, and then ask Ning Que for instructions: "Is the head mountain or the bone pile?"

If you want to kill prisoners, you have to go to two extremes, or be extremely concealed, so as not to let the enemy know, and avoid being reviled by posterity, or doing extremely arrogantly to let the enemy know , As for what will be recorded in the history book meeting, it can only be ignored for the time being.

Previously he discussed with Ning Que that the murder of Datang was for the Xiling Temple to see, and it was painful to kill to the Dao Sect, so killing is naturally not enough. You have to let the other party see it and let the whole world know. Only in this way can the other party confirm Datang's determination to kill, and thus feel fear, so of course he should choose the latter.

How should the hundreds of practitioners and families of traitors who were killed before, and the thousands of prisoners of war who will die in the next few days be shown to the world?

"We are not the primitive people on the prairie... Besides, how are so many heads piled? Where are they piled? On Vermilion Avenue or under Wanyan Pagoda? What if someone's head rolls down and scares the children?"

Ning Que looked at him and criticized: "Too bloody! Too cruel!"

Shangguan Yang Yu felt very innocent, but thought that many innocent people have become dead today. So he decided not to make any excuses, just listened modestly.

"I know what you mean—just like the sentence I’ve heard before, justice must not only be realized, but it must also be seen to kill people. It is indeed necessary to find a way for people to see, for the temple to see, But there is no need to scare the people at home, there are always other ways."

Ning Que looked at the man in the chair next to him, and said, "I think the temple should be able to see very clearly, and I won't get us wrong, don't you?"

In the courtyard where people were killed, the stone steps were where people watched the killing. I don't know when, there were two more grandmaster chairs. Besides Ning Que, there was a man with white hair on the chair.

The gray hair still doesn't see the old, but the face is no longer the same, and the eyebrows are full of exhaustion. It is Cheng Lixue, the head of the Xiling Temple.

Listening to Ning Que’s question, Cheng Lixue was silent for a while and said: “The temple should be able to see very clearly, but I’m curious, you don’t know exactly what you’re doing.”

He was dispatched to Chang'an City by the Xiling Temple and was fully responsible for the affairs. It seems that he has a high position, but in fact everyone knows that he has lost power and is just like being dispatched, and he is dispatched to the most dangerous ghost domain.

Ning Que said: "You should be very clear about what I'm doing, so I don't have any reason or not. It's just that whether it works or not, I really need your opinion."

Cheng Lixue said: "I am from Xiling Temple."

Ning Que looked at Qiu Yu in the courtyard and said: "Tianyu is dead, the **** seat was robbed by fishermen from the South China Sea, and you were also driven out of Taoshan, so you can no longer be a member of Xiling Temple." /

Cheng Lixue smiled and said, "What opinion do you want to hear?"

Ning Que said: "I want to know who the alcoholic listens to."

Cheng Lixue said: "Naturally it is Haotian's words."

Ning Que looked at him quietly and said, "Now that Haotian is not in the world, who is responsible for passing Haotian's words to the drinkers? It used to be the Temple of Heavenly Oracle, who is it now?"