The cool autumn breeze has blown through the streets, sprinkling the golden yellow of the ground. The streets of the Eastern Capital are empty, and many shops have not opened their doors to do business today, just because there is something more important than doing business to make money, that is, the Wu father and son are going to be beheaded.

In stark contrast to the empty streets, the road from the main gate of the palace to the front was crowded with people for several miles, and the battle made Nangong Rehe, who was in charge of escorting the prisoner car, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

Sure enough, the power of hatred is the most terrifying. The Wu family and his son have been in power for so many years, countless people have been displaced and their families have been ruined, and those people who have lost their relatives in the senseless war, the anger they have accumulated in their hearts is unleashed, and it is not ordinary to relieve the pressure. The emotions that had been oppressed by fish and meat for a long time completely exploded from the moment the prisoner car of the Wu family and his son was escorted out of the gate, and the surging crowd was like a wave crashing on the shore, startling thousands of waves. Nangong Rehe beat his horse forward and ordered the Imperial Forest Army to be on guard, and the crowd was pushed to the side by the soldiers with spears, but they still couldn't care about the stability of the march. Baili frowned, looked at the crowd, and then looked at Nangong, signaling him to deal with it carefully, and he retreated and steadily blocked the front of the two prisoner carts side by side.

The emperor said that no matter how radical the people do today, there is no need to stop them, and the Wu father and son should bear enough for them to suffer at one time. Having said that, this errand still has to be handed in after returning home, and it can't be that people die before they are brought to the guillotine. In addition, Wu Feiyun's subordinates still have fish that have slipped through the net, and it is not yet possible to determine whether they have given up or not, and it is not possible that someone will have the audacity to rob the Dharma field at this last moment, be careful, it is always right.

The crowd was kept under control for the time being, but the journey was still difficult. Those people didn't come empty-handed, many people carried food boxes in their hands, not food, but rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs, and even many people brought a basket of stones, pushing and roaring in the crowd smashed everything in their hands into the prisoner car, and only walked not far away, the two people with messy hair were already bleeding from their heads and covered with bruises.

"Feiyun...... Feiyun...... You hide, hide......" Wu Fanzhong hugged his head and looked at Wu Feiyun who was not hiding or avoiding in the prison car, old tears flowed, and his trembling voice revealed the last desolation. Tiger poison does not eat children, no matter how ruthless he is, his heartfelt love for his son is an indisputable fact.

Wu Feiyun didn't move, the rotten vegetable leaves hung on his head, the fishy egg liquid flowed down his eyebrows and onto his face, and the blood stains on his forehead had not yet dried up and added new injuries. Unlike his father, he calmly looked at the sky, did not dodge what was smashed on his body, and did not react at all. His eyes seemed to be looking at something, and it was as if there was nothing......

Wu Fanzhong looked at him, suddenly got up and grabbed the fence of the prisoner car, and roared hysterically at Baili: "Your Majesty, I want to see the emperor! The emperor promised to let Feiyun go—you have no jokes, you have no jokes-"

Baili grabbed the reins, paused slightly, and glanced back at Wu Fanzhong.

That glimpse is hard to understand.

Wu Fanzhong's hand holding the fence tightened a little tighter, his eyes were almost dripping blood, and when he saw that Baili continued to fight the horse after reading it, he suddenly let go of his hand again.

"Feiyun, Feiyun. He called Wu Feiyun through the fence, Wu Feiyun's eyebrows moved, and finally retracted his gaze and looked at him.

Wu Fanzhong grinned, leaned over, stretched out his hand to pull his son's prisoner cart at the end, and only when the two prisoner carts were close to each other did he put his hand on Wu Feiyun's hand.

"Feiyun, Daddy is sorry for you, Daddy has burdened you, you remember, if there is still a chance, if there is still a chance, you must not take revenge again. Did you hear that, did you hear it?!"

Wu Feiyun didn't seem to hear his father's words clearly, he used his left hand, which had broken a finger, to shake his father's hand in turn, and then let it go.

The autumn wind blew, stirring his very messy hair, and a stone smashed through the fence on his forehead, and he could hear a "buzz-" sound, and then he could hear nothing.

Blood spilled across his brow, blurring his vision, and he shook and fell down.

The receding sky began to appear in the morning light, blue and blue, so dazzling. The morning wind was so fresh, and the silence of all things being one made him feel good, because everything could not be heard, so the figure of the man was more clear in front of him. He stretched out his finger and touched the non-existent silhouette with a quiet smile.

Xi Hao......

Feiyun is leaving.

This life has been painful, loved, crazy, lost, enough......

If there is an afterlife, Feiyun will never hurt you again.

Our intersection may be wrong, but Feiyun's heart for you has never regretted it.

"Xi Hao, Xi Hao. ”

"Hmm......" There was a dull response from his nose, and Xi Hao woke up from a sweaty nightmare.

It was already dawn, and lingering was sitting at the head of the bed caressing his forehead, his clothes were soaked, and the hair on his forehead was wet against his cheeks, showing that there was a nightmare in his dreams, which made him cold.

Lingering turned around and got a set of clean clothes, returned to the bed, motioned for him to sit up, and helped him take off his clothes: "What kind of nightmare did you have to be scared like this? ”

Xi Hao obediently changed his clothes, and when he saw that he was tired between his eyebrows, he hurriedly asked, "When did you get up?"

Lan Mian only smiled, helped him smooth his hair, and took his coat to put it on him, and then said: "The old man has been talking nonsense all night, and I am afraid that something will happen to him, so I have been staying there." ”

Xi Hao was stunned, and suddenly said a little lonely: "It's me who is useless." ”

"A hundred years of life, birth, old age, sickness and death are inevitable, and when he is old, his body is naturally not as good as before. And he has done too many sins in his life, harmed so many innocent lives, and now he is terminally ill, I am afraid that it is beyond the reach of the medicine stone, and you don't have to worry too much. ”

"Hmm. Xi Hao responded gloomily, thought about it, and said with a little annoyance: "Although he is not a good person, he has been getting along day and night for almost a year, and he is like Xi Hao's relatives." ”

"You don't have to be ashamed. He met your grandfather, and he is also our elder, even if he is not a good person, but this year in this Mingshui Stream is no longer harmless, and now he has little time, let's just accompany him. ”

"In the past, I saw that you were merciless to bad people, but you still have a soft side in your heart. ”

"What is harmless to you is harmless to me, and what you say doesn't care, lingering naturally doesn't care. Stretched out his hand and stroked the broken hair on Xi Hao's cheeks, and smiled warmly: "One day, we will no longer be subject to the agreement, and we will take you back to your hometown, whether it is Acacia Valley, Jinling Town, or you want to go back to your father and mother in person, or go to the ends of the earth to find those two, lingering will accompany you." ”

In front of them, a plane tree swayed in the wind, reflecting the golden yellow, and the small windmills driving between the branches and leaves of the sycamore made a light laugh in the falling leaves.