Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 220 Emperor Qinzong's execution, Emperor Huizong's tomb selection
"traitor!"

"Believe what you say!"

"We trusted you so much in vain!"

Outside Xuande Tower, the dense crowd of Bianliang city residents, like dark clouds, blocked the Imperial Street, angrily throwing stones and mud at Zhao Huan.

Eggs and vegetable leaves are expensive resources; no one would dare to throw them at someone, not even the emperor.

Normally, what is thrown away is natural, pollution-free organic fertilizer after the water has evaporated.

The various eggs and vegetable leaves depicted in movies and TV dramas are all beautified versions of the story.

After all, it's not good to see scenes of poop flying everywhere in movies and TV shows.

Terrified and helpless, Zhao Huan, as fragile as an infant, buried his head in his hands and wept uncontrollably.

He pleaded with the people around him, saying that he had only acted rashly in a moment of confusion and that he would never do it again, begging for their forgiveness.

Judging from Zhao Huan's response, he was not cut out to be an emperor.

The correct approach at this point is to shift all the blame onto someone else.

They claimed they were forced, kidnapped, and were victims.

I'll take the credit, you take the blame.

This is the proper attitude an emperor should have.

He foolishly confirmed his own guilt before begging for forgiveness; he's truly a useless piece of trash.

Some people in the crowd deliberately stirred up emotions.

In particular, it emphasizes the royalists' counterattack and retribution.

They spoke in alarming terms about the tragic fate of the imperial students and the political soldiers who went to various places to promote the distribution of land and resources, only to be brutally murdered by local tyrants.

The main members of the Council of State were the people of Bianliang City.

They had initially traveled to various places with great enthusiasm to promote political consultation, but instead suffered a brutal blow from local forces.

With a constant stream of tragic news arriving, Bianliang City was already gripped by fear and anger.

Now that the leader of the royalist faction is attempting to escape, the pent-up anger and fury in the hearts of the people have been completely unleashed.

"kill him!"

"Kill him~~~"

With someone taking the lead, the masses cheered.

Countless people screamed with ferocious expressions, their voices like thunder.

If it weren't for the armored soldiers stopping him, Zhao Huan would have been torn to pieces on the spot.

Even the bravest person would tremble with fear in the face of such a scene.

Moreover, Zhao Huan was known for his cowardice.

He was quickly terrified and fainted, and the place beneath him was a stench and a mess.

"Prime Minister Qin."

Someone quietly approached Qin Hui and whispered something to him.

"The immortal has something to tell you."

"Kaifeng Prefecture, the guillotine, a just punishment!"

Qin Hui, who had been watching the spectacle, suddenly got a leg cramp.

He hastily feigned illness, saying, "My old ailment has flared up again~~~"

Before the message was finished, the messenger had already turned and left.

Qin Hui stood there dumbfounded, as anxious as an ant on a hot pan.

A thousand years have passed, and there have been many instances of regicide.

But those who act openly and brazenly in public never have a good ending.

Emperors could die peacefully without illness, die suddenly, dissolve in water, or have all sorts of strange and unusual deaths.

The only thing that cannot be done openly and legitimately is to be eliminated.

At that moment, a name popped into Qin Hui's mind.

Chengji!

This man assassinated Emperor Cao Mao of Wei in the street, and his entire clan was exterminated!

Sweating profusely, Qin Hui paced around in a panic, not knowing what to do.

In his panic, another person came to his side and gave him some advice.

"If it's not done by noon, you'll be executed!"

Ultimately, Qin Hui's fear of death overwhelmed everything else.

With a pale face, Qin Hui swayed as he walked, like a Manchu woman wearing flowerpot shoes, and led Zhao Huan to Kaifeng Prefecture, surrounded by soldiers.

The setup was already complete.

The gleaming guillotine was so sharp it sent chills down one's spine.

When Zhao Huan finally woke up, the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was the guillotine in front of him.

With a soft moan, he fainted again.

In a daze, someone slipped a letter of indictment into Qin Hui's hand.

Qin Hui, who had been pushed onto the high platform, looked at the tens of thousands of people around him, unfolded the list of crimes in his hand, and read it aloud in a trembling voice.

The charges are clear and easy to understand.

They suffered a major defeat and were forced to grovel and beg for peace.

They levied exorbitant taxes and levies on matters concerning people's livelihoods, cruelly exploiting the people.

Then there's the moral issue of breaking promises, continuing conspiracies even after abdicating, and attempting to regain power.

In short, the former emperor Zhao Huan, as listed in the charges, was as wicked as could be.

"His sins are so grave that Heaven and Earth cannot tolerate him; he deserves to be executed."

Upon hearing Qin Hui's words, Zhao Huan, who had been revived, immediately rolled his eyes and fainted again.

Another flurry of frantic emergency rescue efforts ensued.

"Open the guillotine!"

When Qin Hui uttered those two words, he himself trembled violently.

In a daze, he seemed to have already seen his own end.

One day, I too will be placed on this guillotine!

Compared to the bewildered Louis XVI, Zhao Huan's behavior on the guillotine was extremely pathetic, with tears streaming down his face and soiling himself.

When asked for his dying words, he only cried and begged for mercy, which was contemptible.

Qin Hui hesitated to give the order until someone finally couldn't help but remind him.

It's almost noon!

The thought of being executed along with others after noon was daunting.

Startled, Qin Hui finally managed to shout out that word in a broken voice.

"cut!"

The guillotine fell.

Zhao Huan's weeping and wailing came to an abrupt halt.

This incompetent ruler, who ranks among the top three most tyrannical rulers in history, paid the price for his crimes.

The thousands of onlookers erupted in a thunderous cheer.

Qin Hui plopped down on the platform, trembling as he closed his eyes.

By assassinating the emperor in the street, he was completely finished.

None of my clansmen back in my hometown will escape either.

It's all over, everything is over. Lin Dao didn't let him off the hook.

Another person came to his side and whispered a reminder, "The Hall of the Ten Kings."

All of Zhao Ji's sons lived in the Ten Kings Palace.

This is to completely eradicate the problem.

Qin Hui shakily got up, trying to calm himself down.

His condition is significantly better than before.

After all, the emperor has already been executed, so what are the kings compared to him?

"Everyone~"

Qin Hui shouted to the fanatical crowd, "Although the Emperor is dead, his brothers are still here."

"They're all secretly plotting, planning a counterattack and revenge."

We can't give them that chance!

"Let's go to the Ten Kings' Palace~~~"

The people, who were already emotionally charged, were quickly roused.

They all shouted, "Let's go to the Ten Kings' Palace!"

Like a surging tide, it rushed towards the direction of the Ten Kings' Palace.

The news reached the palace.

Lin Dao turned his head to look at Zhao Ji, who was not far away and whose injuries were gradually improving. He was already eager to start meditating and cultivating.

"Next, it will be time to send you on your way."

Compared to his son Zhao Huan, Zhao Ji was even worse at being a foolish ruler.

This person is heartless and utterly shameless.

She was captured by the Jurchens and taken to Wuguo City to be a slave and plaything, yet she still had the mind to have more than a dozen children.

Such scum deserves nothing more than condemnation and being sent on his way as quickly as possible to save us from further wasting food.

"How to arrange?"

"The guillotine has already beheaded Zhao Huan; let's try a newer method."

"You like cultivating immortality, huh~"

"I'll send you to become an immortal!"

Having made up his mind, Lin Dao stepped forward with a friendly expression.

"Fellow Taoist~"

The word "fellow Daoist" filled Zhao Ji with exhilarating joy.

His face, slightly pale and with thinning beard, was plastered with smiles.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist!"

Lin Dao smiled serenely, "Seeing that you have made progress in your cultivation, it seems that you should consider undergoing tribulation."

"If you successfully overcome the tribulation, you will naturally cultivate the Great Dao and be ranked among the immortals."

Emperor Huizong was overjoyed and looked at Lin Dao with eyes full of gratitude.

"Thank you for the elixir, fellow Daoist. It is thanks to it that my cultivation has progressed so rapidly."

He lamented, "I have been devoutly seeking the Tao for decades, but I have never made any progress."

"Now, with the help of your immortal pills, I have cultivated to the Tribulation Transcending Realm in a short period of time."

"I will never forget your great kindness and virtue, fellow Daoist!"

It's laughable that a heartless and ungrateful person talks about repaying kindness.

Lindao also laughed.

The smile was genuine.

"Fellow Daoist," he offered his advice warmly, "Transcending tribulation is a major event."

"If successful, I will naturally be ranked among the immortals."

"But if we fail, we will be reduced to ashes!"

"We must be cautious."

Emperor Huizong of Zhao, who always prioritized self-preservation, was immediately terrified upon hearing this and felt an overwhelming sense of fear.

But in the blink of an eye, as if grasping at a lifeline, he hurriedly bowed to Lin Dao.

"I beg for help from fellow Daoists~~~"

"After this is accomplished, I will ascend to the Immortal Realm and bestow all worldly wealth and women upon you, fellow Daoist."

Lin Dao smiled sincerely, "I will take care of your wife and children. You may leave now!"

It was just a casual remark.

He doesn't have the energy to take care of everyone; even the Ruyi Jingu Bang (magic staff) couldn't withstand it.

"I want to safely pass through this tribulation."

Lin Dao looked thoughtful. "It's not like there's no way."

Emperor Huizong was overjoyed, pleading, "Fellow Daoist, please teach me!"

"You should know that heavenly tribulation is heavenly lightning."

"If you want to avoid the heavenly lightning, you can hide underground."

“Build a burial chamber and place a coffin underground.”

"When the heavenly tribulation arrives, one can hide in a coffin and use the method of feigning death to escape the tribulation."

"Hiding in a coffin?" Upon hearing this, Zhao Ji trembled involuntarily.

Such methods sound terrifying.

He looked at Lin Dao and met the immortal's bright, clear, and extremely sincere gaze.

On Zhao Ji's side, he immediately calmed down.

'Since you are so sincere, Immortal Master, you would never harm me!'

He bowed again, saying, "When the great task is accomplished and I am granted a place among the immortals, I will surely reward you handsomely!"

"Easy to say, easy to say."

Lin Dao smiled affectionately, "I do know a bit about the art of observing qi, and I've already found a hiding place for you."

Emperor Huizong was overjoyed. "May I ask where you are, Immortal Master?"

"Outside Nanxun Gate, in Yujin Garden, beneath the mound of Jin dynasty heads."

"what?"

Zhao Ji was astonished: "Why is it such a gloomy place?"

It's a land of glory, you fool!
Lin Dao nodded and breathed a sigh of relief. "The power of heavenly thunder can be neutralized and absorbed by the sinister aura of the golden man's head."

"After being absorbed and blocked by the earth, the power that finally falls on the coffin is negligible."

Under the guise of masterful deception.

Emperor Huizong of Zhao, who had already gone mad when he castrated himself, immediately agreed.

When Lin Dao left the palace, he took out a scroll in his hand.

This is the Sunflower Manual written in the slender gold script, and it was also the burial item that Lin Dao prepared for Zhao Ji.

The content was identical to the bamboo slip version obtained by Emperor Huizong of Song.

The only difference is that there is an extra sentence at the end.

'You can succeed without castrating yourself!'

(End of this chapter)