Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1896

When the sound resounded countless times through the sky, a white-haired old man was already kneeling on the ground. In an instant, like the wind blowing through the wheat fields, the dark crowd fell to the ground one after another.

The shouts of "Long live the princess!" gathered from a few scattered points and turned into a huge wave.

The hands that were holding the stones just now now slammed heavily on the cold ground; the men who were shouting and cursing with red faces now had their foreheads pressed against the dust.

All the indignation that had been aroused earlier was completely resolved by the "three-year tax exemption".

Only those who hid in the crowd and incited the people were panicked.

The curtains of the sedan chair moved slightly. The princess tapped the window with her fingertips, and the golden-armored guards drew their swords three inches from their sheaths and jumped off their horses.

A figure flashed, a cold light flashed, and the figure who was trying to escape in the crowd suddenly froze.

Knives were placed on their necks and they were all carried to the execution platform.

One person shouted "injustice", and the golden-armored guard raised his knife and killed him, blood splattering on the spot.

Everyone on and off the stage paused, even their breathing slowed down.

No one dared to speak again.

The princess's black sedan chair came to a steady stop in front of the execution platform. Eight guards with swords immediately stood on both sides, and the sound of their swords clashing against each other was crisp and murderous.

At that time, Anxia lightly lifted the curtain of the sedan chair with her bare hands, and surrounded by her maids, she stepped on the stone steps of the execution platform in her ink-colored brocade boots.

She walked steadily and her clothes did not flutter. With every step she took, the heads of the people below the stage bowed a little lower.

The dark clouds dispersed and the sky was bright.

A beam of golden light split the haze like a sharp sword and fell on her shoulder. The black palace dress shone brightly, and the golden crown reflected a dazzling light.

The light is as bright as a gilded body.

There was complete silence above and below the execution platform.

The kneeling people raised their heads slightly, and felt a dazzling golden light before their eyes. In a trance, they could not tell whether it was the light from the sky reflecting on them, or the light from the people themselves.

At that time, Anxia stood in the light, raised her bare hands lightly, and brushed her fingertips across the gilded crown. This subtle movement seemed like some kind of ritual, causing the entire execution platform to be silent.

She slowly unfolded the bright yellow edict in her hand. The sound of the silk cloth stretching was particularly clear in the silence.

The sunlight penetrated the thin silk, making the four imperial characters written in cinnabar "exempt from taxes" appear as red as blood.

"Elders of Lingzhou--" a clear voice suddenly sounded.

A young civil servant, in his early twenties, walked out from the side and back of the execution platform. He was wearing an indigo official robe that made him look tall and slender.

He had a handsome face and a scholarly look between his eyebrows, which was out of tune with the solemn atmosphere of the execution ground.

This person is Qiu Zhiyan.

He held a copy of the imperial edict, each word clear between his lips and teeth. "Your Highness, out of sympathy for the people's hardship, requests His Majesty's approval..." His slender, white fingers unfolded the document. "From today on, all taxes in Lingzhou for the past three years will be waived."

There is an imperial edict as proof, it is definitely not a lie! The people cheered.

Qiu Zhiyan pointed at the group of people who were arrested on the stage and said, "The princess has ordered that anyone who spreads rumors will be executed immediately!"

Iron wrist!

Mr. Zheng Si had a grim look on his face. He stood up suddenly, and the chair he sat on made a harsh sound as it scraped against the ground.

Opposite him sat the leader of the Lingjiang Gang, Chong Biao, who controlled Lingzhou's water transport and black market business. He had thick knuckles and was playing with a bronze water transport seal.

This man had seen the world and experienced many storms. He was more patient than the Fourth Young Master Zheng. He looked calm and composed. "Fourth Young Master, don't worry. Even if..."

Before he could finish his words, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Four guards in black entered with knives in hand, their blades reflecting a cold light. The leading guard said coldly, "According to the princess' order, arrest the wanted criminal!"

Chong Biao's pupils suddenly shrank, and the seal in his hand fell to the ground with a clang. The fourth son of Zheng stumbled back and knocked over the screen behind him.

Outside the teahouse, a sea of ​​guards had blocked off the entire street.

Chong Biao suddenly jumped up, and a cold light flashed from his sleeves!

A poisoned scimitar had just slipped out of his sleeve when a cold light flashed in the window of the teahouse across the street.

"Whoosh-"

The arrow flew through the air and pierced Chong Biao's forehead accurately.