Changsheng's hand shook and instinctively retracted, but in an instant, he handed it out again-

Because at the same time, he felt the secret goose hairpin in his arms, which made him feel painful.

It was a goose hairpin. Golden wind and jade dew, geese in pairs, that is a pair of wild goose hairpins in one branch, put the Buddha is lost another, I don't know where, I don't know where it is, I don't know who is in it.

The shape is alone, the lonely goose is a cocoon, one is in the yang world and the other is in the yin, no matter how long the magpie bridge is, it can't cross life and death.

“…… Another branch had to be found...... The secret that Daddy brought to the ground, the knot in the heart of my mother's life...... I'll uncover ...... We must not fail halfway...... It is necessary to Qinghe Cui's cover and enter the major treasury to find ......"

Changsheng murmured like a dream, the bottom of his eyes was gradually engulfed by the night, and he couldn't see the bottom, but his hand was handed out, silent, depressed, and resolute.

This scene made the shadow guard of Longxi Li very satisfied, he took the roll ce proudly, and said with a smile: "Reply to the son of Zhiye: The roll is successful." Go ahead as planned, let the news go to the Wang family, and the next step will be hard!"

Immediately, a gust of wind blew, and Longxi Li's shadow guard arrived, as if he was here to protect and welcome this scroll, the air was surging with fishy winds, and the silent killing machine was ripe-

"Expand the volume and plan thousands, sign the name of Xinyi, spread it all over the world, and the Confucianism will be punished!"

With a low order, it seemed that the knife fell and the muffled sound was heard, and Chang'an was suddenly annihilated by blood.

So, on the second day, the township test was not over, Xin Yi had not yet recovered from the joy of closing, the sky was not large, and the Daming Palace had not woken up.

The whole world suddenly discovered: As if overnight, all places in Guanzhong have posted a scroll policy: Conquer the Quartet in accordance with the Son of Heaven.

Signature: Xin Yi.

The volume strategy is rubbing, and the pretense and the like cannot be denied. It seems to have grown legs, and it spreads at a terrible speed, from the countryside to the capital, from the pavilion to the meadow, but where there are many people with many tongues, the scroll is like dogskin, posted everywhere.

Then, the land of Kyushu shook. The undercurrent is raging.

It's just because of the words of the scroll that the policy is how bold and bold it is: attacking the Son of Heaven, discussing the government, satirizing the five surnames, and scolding the door valve. The words are clear enough, every sentence is uncovered, and any stubble is enough to ask for a head.

Let's not investigate how Xin Yi dared to write, such a "U-turn text" was deliberately disseminated, and the result was: Wang Jian in the palace led the ministers to admonish, admonished the demon girl Xin to behead, tens of thousands of Confucian students outside the palace shouted, and the noon gate publicly beheaded the Xin family, so as to calm the anger of the public.

The court was annihilated by the angry attack of the crowd, and half of the emperor's opposition was pale: it was played immediately.

August 20. Only on the fifth day after Xin Yi submitted Wu Yu's graduation countermeasures, Jin Wuwei broke into Xin's mansion, arrested Xin Yi for "disobedience", and sent him to prison.

August 21. Just one day after the criminal Xin Yi was imprisoned, Wang Jian submitted a national Confucian book of ten thousand words, forcing Chen Xin's great rebellion, and asking the emperor to publicly behead and decide.

August 22. Only the day after Wang Jian's chapter was handed over to the imperial case. Emperor Li He played the quasi-play, and the imperial decree the world: the quasi-all the people were proven, and the rebel daughter Xin was ambushed.

August 23rd. It was only the day after the Emperor's decree was handed down. Jin Wuwei took Xin Yi out of the prison and escorted him to the Wumen Execution Ground, where he was executed publicly.

On this day, the autumn wind is like a whimper, the red leaves are all over the sky, if Chang'an City is immersed in a pool of blood bubbles, the air is drunk and golden, there is a fishy smell and stench.

At noon, the ghost gate of this public beheading has been prepared by the guillotine, the executioner sharpens the knife, and Wang Jian, as the supervisor and beheader, sits on the top and smiles with a red face.

And Xin Yi, who was dressed in sackcloth, was escorted by two jailers and knelt on the platform, and his bright eyes stabbed at Wang Jian without dodging, seeing that if the latter didn't care about the execution time stipulated by the holy decree, he wanted to throw out the "chop" card in his hand several times.

And the people outside the guillotine, surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, the back can not squeeze in front, and those standing side by side will be scattered, its grand and lively, people who don't know why will think that it is to see the temple fair.

At the same time, more Confucian scholars carried the scroll strategy of "conquering the Quartet in the service of the Son of Heaven", as if grasping the evidence of the crime, proudly held high, and shouted with righteous indignation, "The crime against the daughter Xin is not punishable", with the acquiescence of Wang Jian, this denunciation was wave after wave, and the momentum was huge, and it was about to lift the cover of the sky.

So everything seems to be very popular with the people. The people watched, and the Confucians punished together, which made the shadow on the stage smaller and smaller.

Wang Jian's smile became stronger. The pale face, which had just recovered from a serious illness, was shrouded in a kind of brilliance.

"As the saying goes: Bitterness comes sweetly, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. My Wang family has been planted under the Xin family so many times, and now it is finally going to be broken. Wang Jian smiled at the staff beside him, "Xin Yi is a tumor, once the tumor is gone, the rest will be easy to handle." The old man finally got rid of his heart disease, but he could sleep well. ”

"Congratulations, Lord Wang. The rebel girl Xin doesn't have long eyes, and she repeatedly fights against adults, and neatly wants her life, but she is still cheap. The staff threw up their hands one after another, smiling flatteringly.

Laughter at the prison table. The hell bell rings on the beheading platform. The people beside the prison beheading platform looked up.

Wang Jian only felt that he had stepped into the chess game for half his life, and there had never been a time when he was as comfortable as this moment, so comfortable that even the autumn breeze was warm, he looked at the sun rising in the sky, majestically glanced at the circle of people, and finally stared at Xin Yi's gaze on the stage, as if looking at a dead man.

"Xin Yi, it's time for you and the old man's grudge - the time is up!"

Wang Jian let out a long breath that had been stuffy for several years, and threw the "chopping" card in his hand into the field.

"Kill Xin's family!Zhenggangchang!" The Confucian scholars let out a crazy cheer, the people subconsciously blindfolded, the executioner pulled off the wooden strip on Xin Yi's back, and spit two mouthfuls of spit into his palm, a line of cold light, and the big knife fell in an instant-

At that moment, Xin Yi's heart was very calm. She could feel the cool air whistling towards her neck, and her heartbeat suddenly froze, but it still couldn't wave.

Her mind went blank.

just kept crossing Jiang Li's face.

Believe that he will save her, believe that he has a solution, believe that he will not watch this happen. Almost instinctively, without thinking, she gave him the trust of her whole life.

The last trust. Just because it is him, he has no regrets and no fear.

Xin Yi raised her eyes slightly, and glanced at the blade that was close at hand, the sunlight reflected on the blade dazzled her, like Jiang Li's smile when she looked at her, so gentle that she wanted to melt the whole world.

Xin Yi smiled and murmured dreamily: "Childe, I'm here." ”

I'm here, waiting for you, where are you?

A word of waiting for a response, but no voice appeared, only a rush of horses' hooves, and almost at the same time, a male voice exploded in the field.

"Keep people under the knife!"

The blade that had already cut off the green silk of Xin Yi's neck socket suddenly froze. The people gasped. Wang Jian froze for a moment, staring at the comer with a strange face: "Master Wu Yuwu, you ......"

"The old man has no holy decree, no phoenix edict. I just want to listen to the old man before I kill the hardships of the adults. Wu Yu interrupted Wang Jian's words, dismounted and walked towards the field.

Xin Yi moved his neck to confirm that his head was still there, and then he saw the face of the comer, and doubted: "Lord Sacrificial Wine?"

The prince of the country is a priest and a martial artist. He came alone, his steps were like a mountain, his face was solemn, but he was not wearing a third-grade official uniform, only a plain linen sewn armpit sleeve shirt, just like an ordinary school master.

"Old man, the prince of the country is a priest and a drunken warrior. Wu Yu first saluted the officials and the people, reported to his home, looked directly at Wang Jian, and said loudly, "As a sacrificial wine, it is advisable to supervise the study of a supervisor, Xin Yi once studied in the Guozi Prison, and he is also a protégé of the old man." If she is guilty, I, as a master, am also guilty. ”

There was a momentary silence at the noon gate.