kvmb Chapter 325 Finding a New Level of Perfection from Sugar Residue
Chapter 325 Finding a New Level of Perfection from Sugar Residue
In the late autumn of the thirteenth year of the Kaiyuan era, before the morning mist had dissipated on Zhuque Avenue, the iron gates of the Ministry of Justice prison were suddenly flung open.
The prisoner, wearing a seven-pound cangue, was dragged onto the execution cart. The chains scraped against the bluestone slabs, drawing the attention of the people along the street. This man was none other than the notorious bandit leader known as the "Wolf King," who struck fear into the hearts of the people of the Sanfu region.
Three days ago, the Jingzhao Prefecture government office was brightly lit by candlelight. Prefect Li Chongli slammed his documents heavily onto the sandalwood desk, causing the Tang Code commentary on the desk to rattle loudly: "Du Xiaobing was a law-abiding merchant from Longyou Circuit. You actually robbed and murdered him at Ganquan Post Station, and then dumped his body in a dry well! Such heinous acts deserve execution!"
The wolf king raised his head, his scarred face twisting with a cold laugh: "Does the official know what Du Xiaobing was hiding in his cart? Underneath those twenty strings of copper coins, it was all about organ transplant deals!" Before he finished speaking, a constable next to him suddenly slammed an iron chain on the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust in the room.
Case files were spread across the lobby like snowflakes. The dismemberment case in Shannan Road, the serial thefts in Chang'an East Market, the arson tragedy in Huazhou... Each crime was shocking.
In particular, when the judge of the Dali Temple presented the confession of the robbery case in Luoyang South Market, Zi'an's heart trembled - the criminals not only stole a thousand shi of government grain, but also coerced blacksmiths to forge Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), revealing their treacherous intentions.
"According to the 'Law on Theft and Robbery,' robbers who commit murder should be executed immediately; those who plot rebellion should have their accomplices thoroughly investigated." The voice of the Vice Minister of Justice echoed in the hall, "The Wolf King's crimes are all heinous and unforgivable!"
On the execution ground, the cold wind whipped the wolf king's disheveled hair. Gazing at the setting sun on the horizon, he suddenly burst into laughter: "Twenty years ago, I was nothing more than a refugee fleeing famine in Longyou..." His words were cut off by the executioner's ghost-headed blade, and blood splattered on the stone slabs of Zhuque Street, which was quickly covered up with yellow sand by the waiting soldiers.
The night watchman's drumbeats were accompanied by sighs from the people: "In the end, the net of heaven is all-encompassing."
Inside the Cuiwei Palace's guardhouse, Niwan Zi was staring blankly at the lychee candies left behind by his apprentice, Cong Xiaoye. The candy wrappers were worn rough from his constant touching. The water clock dripped softly, mingling with the scent of medicine. Suddenly, his soul seemed to travel back in time—to the side hall where Xiaoye, carrying a medicine box, burst in, his voice loud enough to lift the roof off: "Master! The freshly picked perilla leaves are dried! Any later and the caterpillars will get there first!"
But now? The tea on the table had long since gone cold, reflecting off the empty bed. Niwanzi knelt on the futon, touching the patch she had sewn; the stitches were still warm, but the person was gone… Just as she was feeling emotional, a young eunuch rushed in, panting heavily, his scarlet palace sash practically spinning like a propeller: “Lord Niwan! Princess Jinyang has passed away, and the Emperor has summoned her urgently! This news has spread faster than the gossip in Chang’an!”
Niwan Zi galloped back to Chang'an at top speed! Good heavens! Zhuque Street was under martial law, and the Imperial Guards were all on high alert. Just past Chengtian Gate, they saw large white banners hanging at the palace gates, and the palace maids and eunuchs were all dressed in funeral attire. Eunuch Zi'an, his hair a mess like a bird's nest, grabbed him: "Princess Jinyang, she went to perform a ritual this morning, dismissed everyone midway, coughed up blood alone, and... she's gone!"
Before the words had even finished, the clanging of weapons suddenly rang out in the distance, and black smoke billowed from the direction of the Taiji Hall.
Eunuch Zi'an was extremely nervous: "The Right Valiant Guard Commander has betrayed us! The Emperor is trapped in the Linde Hall! This plot is more exciting than any storybook!"
Niwan Zi was still in a daze when she heard arrows whizzing past on the glazed tiles. Looking down, she saw that the lychee candy in her hand had been crushed into crumbs, which, along with cold sweat, seeped into her clothes. Well, she had to wash her clothes again today!
Looking at the snow-capped mountains above 5,000 meters, the wind carries the millennia-old "frozen frost" of the little rhinoceros, making it "dance wildly" on the surface of the Yarlung Tsangpo River.
Braving the "cold wind," Wen Chengsi knelt before the ruins of Xiongse Temple and carefully buried Chen Lin's clothes in the lotus-shaped stone mound, as if burying a "temple rebirth Easter egg."
This ancient temple, nestled in the valley of Xiongse Mountain on the south bank of the lower reaches of the Lhasa River, is a veritable "800-year-old internet celebrity." The Padmasambhava statue on the broken wall still maintains its "business-style smile," as if to say, "I can still be saved!"