Dingbei Hou's doctor brother

Today is cloudy, just like yesterday.

The streets of West Market were crowded with people, and the flags erected on the high platform could be seen from a distance.

Because the prince of Beidi was going to be beheaded, the people were very excited and beat drums and gongs. Some people even came to watch with their children in their arms. They all gathered around the beheading platform in the middle of the street.

Three people were kneeling on the stage with their hands tied behind their backs.

Lu Ziqing had been thinking about Lin Yi's words, and brought the beheading wine today. He stood at the front. Wu Ji also followed, and Xiao Yan and others were there.

Originally, Guo Yuanqi should have been among those executed today, but he died of illness in prison early, thus escaping the disaster and keeping his body intact.

When the common people saw the blue-eyed prince on the stage, they were filled with hatred and started cursing and throwing rotten vegetable leaves at the stage.

Before the time came, Lu Ziqing poured a bowl of wine and walked onto the platform. The executioner did not stop him.

He half squatted down, put the bowl close to Lin Yi's mouth, and without saying a word, watched the man drink the bowl and spoke to him.

"one more bowl."

Lu Ziqing didn't mind the beheading wine. He stepped back, snatched the wine jar from Wu Ji's hand, and poured him another bowl to drink.

"If you have anything to say, just say it."

Lin Yi ignored the insults around him, stared into Lu Ziqing's eyes, and spoke indifferently.

"I thought you wouldn't come, but you did."

Lu Ziqing: "If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Don't beat around the bush."

"Are you afraid that I will be beheaded and won't have time to tell you?" Lin Yi said with a smile.

"So, tell me quickly." Lu Ziqing half-knelt close to Lin Yi, "If you don't, I'll leave."

After he finished speaking, he waited for a while, but there was no movement. He turned and left, only to hear Lin Yi suddenly speak.

"I know what you're looking for."

Lu Ziqing strangely understood this nonsensical sentence. His body froze in place and he quickly turned around.

"What did you say?"

"You know what I'm talking about."

Lin Yi liked to see Lu Ziqing anxious and helpless, and smiled smugly.

"You need to find your master. I know who owns that magnolia jade pendant."

"You know?" Lu Ziqing was surprised and asked, "Whose is it?"

Lin Yi raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips, seeming a little nonchalant.

"I just wanted to tell you that I knew, but I didn't say I was going to tell you who that person was?"

"You..." Lu Ziqing restrained his emotions, "The words of a dying person, especially you, are even more untrustworthy."

Lin Yi snorted softly and whispered, "The person you're looking for is Xi Huai, the former director of the Imperial Hospital, right?"

Lu Ziqing's mind was stunned for a moment, and then exploded.

How did Lin Yi know this? Did he overhear the conversation with Chi Musheng?

"How do you know? Who told you?"

"No need to tell anyone." Lin Yi saw the interest in his eyes and said in a low voice.

"Back then, he offended a rather important figure, which is why he escaped. That jade pendant was the one he used to buy his life. I'll know it when I see it."

Lu Ziqing panicked this time, but also seemed to believe it. He slowly squatted down and asked.

"who's that person?"

"You want to know? But I don't want to tell you." Lin Yi said viciously and jokingly.

"I just want you to watch helplessly as the enemy who killed your master stands before you, and you don't even recognize him, and you still greet him with a smile."

After he finished speaking, he gradually became crazy and laughed abnormally, in a sinister and hearty way.

"Tell me, isn't this scene more interesting than the one in the theater? Hahaha..."

"you……"

Lu Ziqing was angry. It was the first time he got angry in front of outsiders.

He suddenly grabbed Lin Yi's collar, his eyes seemed to be able to cut this man into pieces, and he asked harshly.

"Who is it? Tell me!"

This grab and roar left everyone around confused, including the executioner.

Below the stage, the people were still making noise. Su Chengfeng saw that the situation was not right and wanted to go up immediately.

As soon as he took a step, Xiao Yan next to him had already leaped onto the platform with a big stride.

The executioner immediately moved to stop it.

It can be seen that this man was wearing armor and carrying a sword, walking towards the center of the execution platform without looking around. When he saw the "Governor of the Dragon Army" badge hanging on his waist, he immediately retreated.

The executioner recognized Xiao Yan and slowly sat back down when he saw him.

"Will you tell me or not?" Lu Ziqing had lost his mind at this moment. He grabbed Lin Yi's neck and forced him.

"Who is it? Tell me now!"

Lin Yi's face was pinched so hard that his veins bulged and his eyes widened, as if he was going to die in the next second.

At this moment, it was three quarters past noon and the executioner threw down the token.

Xiao Yan walked over quickly and pulled the hand away from Lin Yi's throat.

It was just that Lu Ziqing was pinching too tightly, and he couldn't pry it open at first, so he whispered the order.

"Ziqing, let go quickly, it's already three quarters past noon."

At this moment, Lu Ziqing could only see the person in front of him who knew the answer. He ignored everything around him, pinched Lin Yi and shook him, and said harshly.

"You're told to speak quickly!"

Delaying the beheading was a serious crime, so the executioner had to stand up and urge it on.

"The time has come, please hurry up, Marquis Dingbei."

The people in the audience were also unwilling to give in. They wanted to see the head of the Prince of Beidi fall off as soon as possible, so they all shouted to leave quickly.

Xiao Yan grabbed the hand of the excited person in his arms, and the harder he pulled, the tighter he grabbed.

For five years, Lu Ziqing risked his life several times in order to find this person, just waiting for today's result.

But at this moment, the person who most likely knows the mastermind behind the scenes is right in front of him, but there is no way to make him speak.

Just as Lin Yi said, he wanted to see with his own eyes that the murderer who killed his master was standing in front of him, but he did not recognize him, and he had to greet him with a smile even though he was of low status and power.

How ironic and hateful.

Lu Ziqing had already internalized the forbearance and restraint into his bones and blood, but now, his mortal flesh and blood seemed to be unable to suppress it anymore, and the restraints in his body gradually went crazy.

The scolding from the audience was like nourishment for the inner demon. The harsher and more irritating it was, the more resentful he felt.

The dreamlike surroundings are filled with ridicule and oppression.

"Lu Ziqing!" Xiao Yan shouted angrily.

This was the first time he got angry at Lu Ziqing. In the end, he had no choice but to hit him on the side of the neck, then picked him up and carried him down the execution platform to the outside of the crowd.

Fortunately, Xiao Yan knocked Lu Ziqing unconscious in time, otherwise, Lin Yizhen would have been strangled to death.

He lay there weakly, coughing and gasping for breath, with half of his face pressed to the ground.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Xiao Yan's departing back, and he smiled with hatred.

It seemed like in this round, he finally won once.

Lin Yi's family background is not too bad, but it is not good either. He has been fighting all his life, trying to become a superior person and a higher-ranking official.

In order to achieve his goal, he framed his colleagues and would never admit it even if he died facing Chi Musheng's questioning.

But only he himself knew that when there was an epidemic in the palace, those imperial doctors who were imprisoned and beheaded, and those prescriptions were all tampered by him.

Lin Yi knew that it was an opportunity to make a contribution and turn his life around, and he would never allow anyone to get ahead of him.

However, after a few old immortals died, Chi Musheng came along, followed by Lu Ziqing.

If it were anyone else, it would be fine, but Lu Ziqing just couldn't do it.

He felt that how could such a lowly thing that was only fit to be a slave to the powerful and wealthy surpass himself?

After more than ten years of hard work and calculations, he still hasn't reached the top position, but was defeated by a lowly person.

The cold sword slashed across with the smell of alcohol, blood gushed out, and Lin Yi's head fell to the ground. A tear flowed from the corner of his eye and slowly melted into the pool of blood.

Su Chengfeng was immersed in the screams around him and watched Lu Ziqing being carried away by Xiao Yan.

He knew this person too well and would not do this unless it was absolutely necessary. It must be something related to Master Xi.

Su Chengfeng was worried and followed him.

Before he took two steps, he felt his arm tighten. He turned around and saw Yang Zhounan pulling him.

"With him here, the young doctor will be fine."

Su Chengfeng did not answer, but just looked out at the crowd in silence.

After a moment of silence, he sighed and took his steps back.

The people's shouts gradually grew louder, and it was Uchien's turn.

He fell to the ground, staring at the knife with horror on his face, moving backwards awkwardly, shaking his head and shouting like crazy.

"It's not me, don't kill me, don't..."

At this moment of national celebration, there was one person shedding tears, and that was Bukit.

Tears welled up in his eyes, his teeth were clenched, his fingertips were tightly grasping the hem of his clothes, and he stared at the almost crazy man on the podium.

Su Chengfeng saw what was going on and didn't understand, so he just casually touched his shoulder.

"What's wrong? Why are you crying?"

When Wu Ji heard the voice, tears began to flow as his eyelids half drooped.

He raised his hand to wipe it, forcing out a smile that looked like relief.

"The enemy who killed my parents is finally dead. I... am happy."