The severed head has clear facial features, its pupils are wide open, and blood overflows the entire eye socket, unwilling! Wrath! Humiliation! Too many emotions are hidden under the horrific blood, and death is not blind.

Zhen Yue only felt that the head was infinitely enlarged in front of her eyes, and she could clearly see Lu Shang's unwilling bloody eyes, as well as the cheeks that gritted her teeth, she felt that the blood in her body was rapidly cooled and frozen because of that terrible scene, and her heart seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, suffocating terribly.

She hadn't felt fear for many years, and today she was trembling.

"Xiaoyue, relax, it's okay, it's okay." A pair of powerful arms tightly clutched her trembling body, Qiu Sheng whispered softly in her ear, his tone reassuring.

I saw Zhao Hai open the golden holy decree in his hand, glanced at the angry Lu Jiajun from above, laughed evilly, and said in a shrill and piercing voice: "I Shao Yingjun life, protect the country Lu Shang and Qilin Fang, assassinate the minister of the prison army, commit chaos, disrupt the national rules, wolf ambition, execute on the spot!" Yan Bi threw a dark green dossier in front of Lu Jiajun, the best splendid dark lines were stained with blood, Xun Xun rolled away, and the content inside resolutely jumped in front of everyone: Shu Kingdom, Linyang City, Fan Si, the minister of the supervising army, died in the eleventh day of the ancient month, Chenshi! It was resolutely the Yueya list that was searched in Lu Shang's mansion! The evidence is conclusive, and there is no way to deny it!

The wind rose suddenly, the sky and the earth were dark, the black clouds in the sky were piling up stratus clouds rolling, the pitch-black crows flew and screamed, flapping their wings in the fierce wind, the cold wind and snow came to the bone, everyone couldn't help but blindfold their eyes, and blocked the unscrupulous wind with their sleeves.

Only Lu Jiajun is angry and has no fear of wind and sand, no fear of life and death!

On November 11, the eighteenth year of Yongye, it is a day that everyone can not forget, that day, in addition to the sister of the concubine in the imperial capital, two hundred and eighty people were slaughtered, the undead of the Lu family can not rest in peace in the entire bleak Shu country, the people of Linyang knelt all over the streets and alleys, sobbing like a night cry full of chirping, the listener was sad, the frozen Hua Songjiang was also dyed blood red, and the smell of blood did not go away for a long time.

Lu Shang was beheaded and no one dared to care, and even the censorship was skipped one by one, and Zhao Hai was directly executed on the spot, with ruthless methods, and the thunderous speed absorbed the Lu family army as soon as possible.

Clear-minded people naturally understand that this is a struggle for power, no one will remember the ten years of Yongye, Jiang Jinhou collaborated with the enemy and treason, opened the Sancang Pass, let the dog Rong people enter the pass, 200,000 dog Rong army surrounded the Yuan, Lu Shang did not take off his armor for seven days and seven nights, did not leave the saddle, day and night, and took the lead to solve the danger of chasing the Yuan; No one will remember that in the second year of Yongye, Xinu invaded, tortured and killed all the way, forcibly occupied Linyang, and Lu Shang recovered the lost territory with 30,000 soldiers and horses.

The only thing they remember is that Lu Shang committed rebellion and disrupted the rules of the country, history will always be in the hands of the strong, and the truth will only slowly dry up as the rotting corpse is buried deep in the soil.

Linyang City was closed for three days before slowly opening the city gate, a cold air from the shareholder side was raging, Zhen Yue stood on the Taihang Cliff thinly, and her eyes were full of snow, but she could vaguely see signs of ice.

Bursts of graceful and desolate singing overflowed from the girl's pale lips, there were no lyrics, only sad tunes, and the song vibrated the trees, high into the sky, as if sent to the sky with floating white clouds.

The young man in black stood beside the girl with his back straight, glanced at her trembling eyelashes, and gently hummed the melody with her, Qiu Sheng has been listening to this song for six years, and every time Zhen Yue kills someone, he will hum this song, every time he listens to it, he will feel sad, but he also feels that his soul is being washed.

And today, Qiu Sheng heard despair from her pale and desolate tune, he seemed to see a drop of holy water swaying and falling, and below was a dark hell, he held the emaciated girl tightly in his arms from behind, and said in a calm voice: "Xiaoyue, no one can defeat you, it's not your fault, one day we will control our own destiny." ”

The girl was silent for a long time, her calm dark pupils slowly became cold, but she answered the question: "This song is called the Funeral March, it is the work of the famous musician Chopin, I hope that the deceased can avoid the demons of reality and reach that distant heaven, but there are too many demons, I am also a demon, I am sending them away, and at the same time I want to send myself away, will I go to heaven?" ”

Chopin? Heaven? Although Qiu Sheng couldn't understand her words, he felt a strong sadness and despair between the lines, as if the person who fell into the abyss was waiting for someone to pull her, his heart was very painful, this girl shouldn't have suffered all this, she should be like other girls, she should stay happily in the boudoir every day to embroider flowers and enjoy flowers and tea.

But she is different from others, she has a bad fate, she is kind and persistent, but she also understands the rules of survival in this world and struggles to resist.

"Xiaoyue, wait a little longer, it's almost time, we will leave Qilin Fang together and start a new life, believe me!" The young people's hearts are as firm as a rock, looking at the melting glaciers all over the mountains, and their hearts are looking forward to the coming of spring!

"Ah Qiu, will I have a fresh start? I don't kill Beren, but Beren dies because of me, we are not only bloodthirsty executioners, but also pawns in the struggle for power, how sad and pitiful. ”

"Xiaoyue, no one can defeat your faith and persistence, you can't be discouraged, one day we will control our own destiny!" Qiu Sheng said firmly.

"Is there really that day?"

"Just believe, we will!"

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The joy of the New Year has slowly squeezed into the luxurious Ye'an City, the people raised the red couplet and smiled, and the breathless harsh taxes were hidden in the joy, just hoping that this year could be spent safely.

The cold Zhuyu Courtyard was filled with joyful laughter, and the silence in the room was suddenly broken, and the third year of the junior high school sent away the ceremonial master who killed the rain building, and walked over with a smile: "Girl, these rare treasures are priceless, congratulations to the girl for winning the first mission." ”

Zhen Yue's hand holding the tea slammed, and she squinted at the golden jewels in the room, yellow and green cat's eyes, pearls, and jade, which were indeed priceless, and she said coldly: "Carry it down." ”

Seeing the master's cold and indifferent appearance, he didn't know what was wrong, and the first and second junior high school who were smiling on both sides also pouted, looking at the master's boring attitude, lest they make the master angry again.

Chu Yi hurriedly waved his hand: "Carry it to the collection pavilion, be careful not to touch it." ”

The third junior high school rolled up his sleeves and was about to call for help, when he heard a cold voice.

"Wait."

The third junior retracted the steps he had taken out, and smiled and bent his eyebrows: "Girl, what else do you have to order?" ”