Zhou Rushui even felt a heart-piercing pain, and her whole body was cold to the bone, and she said in a daze: "Why not stop here! If you die, who will remember the stigma of Wang Bao again! The people of the world will only remember the benefits of your Wang Duan, and remember the political situation in Taikang eight years ago, and the people were happy! You are bent on death! Take your example! Let you Langya Wang's family advance or retreat! Also call my father and my Zhou in a dilemma! If the monarch and father are obsessed again, I am afraid of this world, and the people of this world are ......."

At this point, Zhou Rushui stopped suddenly.

I only heard the sound of footsteps outside the edict getting closer and closer, and when she looked back again, she saw that the temple people had come behind her, and the old slave who smiled all the year round looked at her, and his expression showed a rare seriousness, and he lowered his voice and said respectfully: "Chitose grew up in the palace, and he should know what to say and what not to say." As soon as the words fell, I saw that his face changed, and continued with a little caution: "The king has a decree, since Chitose cares for Wang Duan very much, tomorrow, he will be beheaded by Chitose. ”

Supervised by her?

It wasn't enough for her to write the edict to kill his father?

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui slowly turned her head, her extremely clear eyes looked at Wang Duan, who had a flat face from beginning to end, and in his faint smile, she only felt that her blood seemed to become cold. But she suddenly laughed, laughing at some ridicule, loneliness, endless desolation, more like a dying man than Wang Duan.

At this moment, the templeman's eyes flickered, and he raised his voice and asked Wang Duan: "Your Majesty is kind, remember your past merits, and allow you to leave a last word." So, this time of death is imminent, do you have anything to say?"

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui lowered his eyes and walked out of the prison door. She shouldn't have fallen into this entanglement of monarchs and ministers a long time ago, and now, it's too late to regret it!

Huan Pei made a crisp sound with her footsteps, and behind her, Wang Duan's laughter came loudly. Suddenly, his lamenting voice pierced through the silence of the edict, a little hoarse, as heavy as a thousand pounds, he actually said: "The ministers are about to fight to the death! Why did Your Majesty surrender first?"

This sound, with a loud sound, made Zhou Rushui's footsteps stagnate, and it took a long time before he came back to his senses.

In the eighth year of Taikang, there was a drought and hunger in the Zhou Kingdom, and the output of the acres of land in the counties was not enough to supply the grain needs of the county for half a year. The state of Zhou is like this, the barbarians are nomadic and born, and they have no way to survive. Then the big battle was a big battle, and the barbarians almost poured out of the nest, killing red eyes for food and land. At that time, the king of Zhou was trapped in Honggu Pass, and the deputy general Zhang Yan killed more than 4,000 barbarian thieves with 300 remnants of soldiers to save the king of Zhou, and finally died with his life.

At that time, Zhou Guo could have taken advantage of the victory to pursue, took advantage of the dangerous terrain to besiege the barbarian thieves, and wiped out the barbarian thieves. However, King Zhou only said that he was poor and did not chase, so he let the tiger return to the mountain and collected his troops to return to Ye.

Why did Your Majesty surrender first? Moreover, the inspirational King Zhou indulged in pleasure day by day, that is, in state affairs, his courtiers were about to fight to the death, but His Majesty surrendered first!

Great sorrow swept over Zhou Rushui, making every step under her feet as long as life and death. But this night passed very quickly, even if she was looking forward to the hour going slower and slower, but what should have come has finally come.

Once upon a time, she stood in front of Wang Yuxi's door on a moonlit night. Looking forward to the wind and rain, hoping to keep him by her side. But on the second day, the Wang family army picked him up.

These days, she is looking forward to Wang Yuxi's return to Ye as soon as possible, and looking forward to him marrying her. But how could she have thought that what she was looking forward to was that she was going to behead his father in the court of justice.

How can she afford to kill her father and him? What kind of face does she have to appear in front of him again?

She didn't dare to think about it, and sat up all night until dawn. But when noon was approaching, even though she was unwilling, she was still under the pressure of King Zhou, led by the temple people and slowly ascended to the high platform.

Heavy grief filled her heart silently, and her delicate dress fluttered in the wind like her messy heart.

Although Wang Duan should be beheaded, his crime has nothing to do with the secret prostitution case, and it is for "the deceased courtier's courtier, which is a great rebellion." Although such a crime is a serious crime, because of the king's unkindness, it is not a crime in the eyes of the people. As a result, the people who saw off Wang Duan crowded the long street, and there was an endless stream.

At that time, the people all over the land wept and knelt down, and the umbrella of the people that Wang Duan was given when he was on duty in Yu County was also set up on the street. On the torture table, the executioner's sharp knife gleamed in the sunlight. Wang Jian, who had been closed for a few days, finally appeared, dressed in plain clothes, sitting next to the chopping frame with a big horse knife, and personally toasted a glass of wine for Wang Duan. The two of them looked peaceful, incompatible with the people who wept bitterly, as if they were not on the execution platform, but at the spring banquet and drinking.

Zhou Rushui also stood on the high platform out of place, Wang Duan's life was in the palm of her hand, but her hand couldn't help but be left and right. An anxious mood enveloped her, and her small green and white hands tightly pinched the Liuyun Baifu Pei around her waist, and her bones were white because of the excessive force.

In a short time, the bright sun hung in the middle of the sky.

As soon as three o'clock in the afternoon, the voice of the temple people urging was in his ears, and he said, "Chitose, it's time to execute." ”

Zhou Rushui heard it clearly, Huo Ran turned his head to stare at the temple people, his voice was deep and ruthless, with all kinds of reluctance, and said angrily: "What are you urging? He is in a hurry to get on the road! Are you also in a hurry?"

How could the people of the temple not know the thoughts of her little master? But what he knew better was the thoughts of King Zhou! Sui Ji hung his head on his neck, leaving no room for anything, staring at the hour, and said: "Chitose, don't wait, this morning His Royal Highness Seven has not yet started to speak, so he was punished by the king and went to Mingtang to think about it." Now that he is kneeling and being punished, how can he still be saved?" he said, his words were also a little trembling, and he said cautiously: "Little ancestor! The head of the slave is tied to the waistband of his trousers! If the hour is really delayed, the king is reluctant to punish you! Won't you just drive the old slave on the road?"

The words of the temple people really cut off Zhou Rushui's last thoughts, she went to ask Gongzi Zhan last night, and Gongzi Zhan responded without saying a word. But unfortunately, the monarch's father is now bent on destroying Wang Duan, and he no longer listens to anyone's words!

The ban on slaughter is already a bad government, and killing the king is tyranny. But when this dragon face was furious, one wanted to kill, and the other begged for death. I can't ask for it, I can't save it, it's really powerless!

Later, she couldn't even remember how she had given the order, all she knew was that tears blurred her vision, and she watched the executioner's knife fall, and the bloody smell made her turn and vomit. But at this moment, Wang Yuxi walked through the crowd and walked towards the execution platform step by step.

He's coming! but it's too late!

In his memory, he is like a bright moon hanging high. But at this moment, he seems to be covered with ice and snow, and his gestures are full of anger.

Wang Duan's head had fallen to the ground, and everything was irretrievable. Zhou Rushui saw his depressed expression for the first time. This noble son with a face like jade and hair like ink frowned, like spring flowers and autumn moons dyed with gray. Because of him, all the voices in this world faded away, and all around became eerily quiet because of his arrival.

Wang Yuxi walked straight to the execution platform, without looking at the crowd or her. Under the shocked stares of everyone, he approached step by step, each step was steady and quiet, and finally, he bent down and knelt in the pool of blood.

Wang Duan happily led his neck to death, his head fell in a pool of blood like a dead branch from the root, his eyes were wide open, calm but not blind. He has worked hard in this life, and he has lost a lot, even if he sees through the words a lot, he still leaves a clue after his death.

Wang Yuxi looked at him quietly, and there was a hardship and hidden pain in his slightly drooping eyes. After a while, he finally stretched out his hand to cover Wang Duan's eyes.

At this moment, Zhou Rushui really felt despair, she seemed to see that those people and things that were extremely beautiful and made her cherish were far away from her step by step in the dark, they became blurred little by little, and became unreachable little by little, and those suffocating powerless and powerless struggles shrouded her, just like she was trapped in Gongzi Zheng's mansion as a slave of sin, just like she was trapped in Huangliang's dream, life and death were not up to her, and she was not up to her.

She suddenly remembered that day, they happened to encounter the flowers in the mountains, the child led the old cow to play among the flowers, Wang Yuxi suddenly stopped, he said: "The skillful work and the knower is worried, but the incompetent have nothing to ask for." Eat and swim, like a boat that is not tied. ”

Now it seems that they are really not as good as the children who are ignorant of the world and think that they have a flower and a world.

As if sensing something, a few steps away, Wang Yuxi suddenly looked up at her.

She is above the high platform, he is under the high platform, far away, far away, if near, if there is nothing. He guarded Wang Duan's body and stared at her silently. Her bright face was full of sorrow, but he was only calm, and even the sadness in his eyes disappeared.

The thick smell of blood lingered on the tip of her nose, Wang Yuxi's calm gaze made Zhou Rushui feel frightened, and the tears that had been suppressed for a long time fell, she lifted her steps almost with difficulty, and walked to his side step by step, she wanted to go to him, she wanted to hug him tightly, even if he blamed him, even if he reprimanded her, even if he really hated her because of this. She was only afraid of the calm in his eyes, and looked at her as if she were a stranger.

But just when she was only one step away from him, before the fight, Wang Jian suddenly blocked her way.

He stared at Zhou Rushui expressionlessly, turned around, and put his hands on Wang Yuxi's shoulders, the uncle and nephew looked at each other, Wang Jian's expression was unruly and indifferent, he was silent for a moment, and finally said slowly: "Before your father died, he left a word for you." The Tao is really difficult in life, and it will not be able to die?" As for this, his gaze slid over Zhou Rushui. After a moment, he continued: "What a beautiful woman in the world, why bother?"

After speaking, he threw his sleeves away, and his demeanor was like a fairy, and he sang loudly: "I have tasted and heard, accumulated feathers and sunk boats, folded shafts lightly, and all mouths were golden, accumulating and destroying bones, but although there are tens of millions of people, let them go!"

Fang Weng is the font size of Wang Duan.

As soon as Wang Duan died, Langya Wang's Qing

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