Lu Ying's trembling stopped suddenly.

Her body still maintained a prostrate posture, and even her sunken eyes still maintained the appearance of glaring at Fu Geng.

At that moment, it was as if she had been frozen to stone by the cold words, and she had lost all expression and feeling.

Fu Geng's face finally had a faint smile.

"So, your Shao'er was shot by the rebels early last year and killed on the spot." He couldn't help the pleasure in his tone, and when he said it, he almost laughed out loud.

"The clan is all wiped out, there is no one behind you, your Lu family also has today, you may have never thought about it, right?" Fu Geng finally laughed out loud.

It's just that his laughter is worse than a ghost crying in Lu Ying's ears.

"The head is different, and the children are cut off. How is it? I'm not too thin for you. The laughter stopped abruptly, and Fu Geng's words were cold and hard, like a steel knife scraping bones.

An expression gradually appeared on Lu Ying's face.

She felt like she wanted to cry.

However, her eyes had long since dried up like a desert, and not a single tear could be shed. She could only desperately open her eyes, trying to see the person in front of her.

The corners of her eyes quickly cracked, blood seeped down the vertical and horizontal wrinkles, and in an instant, her face was distorted into an inhuman shape, her clenched teeth had already pierced the tip of her tongue, and bright red blood flowed through the corners of her lips and dripped onto the ground.

She suddenly screamed "hoho", and the voice was neither like crying nor laughing.

She screamed as she thrashed and scratched at the hard ground, her broken nails digging into her flesh and her fingertips blurred with blood. She seemed unconscious. Still pounding, the sound of "hoho" and the sound of nails scraping over stones made people's scalps tense.

Xingzhou couldn't help but take another step back.

He had been outside his cell, and he didn't hear the conversation inside. However, Lu Ying's appearance at the moment made his back chill, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Fu Geng straightened up and stood not far from Lu Ying, carefully observing her expression, as if trying to figure out what she was going to say. It seems that she wants to engrave her ghost-like situation in the bottom of her heart.

That moment. There was no expression in his eyes, and the way he looked at Lu Ying was like looking at a dog.

"Someone." He snapped.

The jailer immediately stepped around the corner, lowered his head, and said carefully, "The little one is here." What do you command? ”

"Just save one life and go to the court." Fu Geng's voice was clear and gentle. Like a spring breeze.

This pleasant voice made the jailer tremble.

As a rule. Prisoners in the prison of the Ministry of Criminal Justice will not be tortured again until they are brought to justice. Lu Yingnai was the real culprit who murdered Fu Tanhua Yuanpei's wife back then, and she had already decided to be beheaded seven days later. However, look at what Fu Tanhua means. But they want to continue the execution, as long as they ask the people on the day of beheading to still breathe.

The jailer swallowed his saliva, and then said cautiously: "Yes, don't worry, the big ones will do it, and the little ones will do it." ”

Fu Geng smiled faintly, nodded Lu Ying with his lower jaw again, and said lightly: "First abolish her hands, and also abolish her legs, lest she kill herself." After a pause, he added: "Kill the head and replace it with swill." ”

The jailer's heart trembled again.

What hatred this must be, even the last meal of the death row inmates before their execution is only allowed to be swill.

He couldn't help but glance up at Fu Geng, but saw that the young master of the prince was expressionless, but the aura on his body was very gloomy.

"Yes, sir." The jailer suppressed the trembling in his heart and answered, his head hanging almost to the ground.

Fu Geng glanced at Lu Ying one last time, then turned out of the corridor without looking back, the sleeves of his dark robe shook a few times under the lamplight, and soon he threw himself into the boundless darkness.

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Although the purpose of the draft has not yet been made, the Wenguo Mansion is already an undercurrent.

Meng Yuan and Meng Yi have recently become frequent visitors to the house, and the Pei family even set aside a courtyard for her two sisters to live in, it seems that she has a very good intention to train these two sisters to become solid pet helpers.

Fu Jun was not interested in any of this.

On the twenty-first day of September, Lu Ying asked for beheading.

Fu Jun did not go to the court to observe the execution, but locked himself in a quiet room in the Linqing Pavilion and quietly copied the Buddhist scriptures for a day.

Wang's spirit in the sky must be safe after all.

Although this justice came a little late, but it still came in the end, the sinners were ambushed, the deceased were cleared, and Fu Jun, who was a living person, didn't know how to resolve his mind at the moment.

She couldn't think of anything she could do on this day other than copying scripture word by word.

She was an atheist, and in her previous life her only belief was in the law. Even after experiencing such things as / spirit / soul / wearing / crossing, it still cannot erase her lifelong faith. However, at this moment, how she hoped that these scriptures she copied could tell all the guilt and relief in her heart to the figure that had long gone, so that her soul could rest in peace.

She hunched down on the small desk in the ashram, intently copying the scriptures. The large-sleeved shirt hangs down on the edge of the brocade mattress on which she sits, and the soft tip of the pen is soaked in ink, and between the ups and downs, her heart seems to be as calm as water.

The west wind penetrates into the house from the outside of the fan, and there is the fragrance of wood trees, which is gently carried by the wind.

Suddenly, a pair of hands gently covered the ground, and the wide and warm palms were clasped together on Fu Jun's hands, and then she fell into a warm embrace.

"You're here." Meng Yuan hugged her from behind, his chin lightly rested on the top of her hair, and the hot breath exhaled from his mouth brushed up a few strands of her hair, which was a little itchy.

"Hmm." Fu Jun replied softly and closed his eyes.

She felt very tired.

For a long time, she has been moving forward desperately, moving forward towards the set goal, towards the promise she made to herself and to the Wang family.

She gave up a lot, and she endured it for a long time.

She didn't want to say she had a hard time.

Although, in fact, she did have a hard time.

She had no strength to lean on. The person she has to deal with is too powerful and powerful, even if she has a father who is traveling with her, the path Fu Geng chose is a hundred times more difficult than her.

Looking back at this moment, Fu Jun didn't even know how their father and daughter persevered. To defeat such a strong opponent, it must also be in line with the righteousness of this era, even if there is help around them, they must use all their strength, even at the risk of their lives.

Now, the goal has been achieved, and Fu Jun has a sense of prostration and tiredness.

Lu Ying's ambush may be just one of the triggers, but the more important reason is that she finally has someone by her side who can be relied on.

Leaning on Meng Yuan's embrace, the feeling of tiredness was overwhelming, and Fu Jun was instantly involved in it.

She closed her eyes, feeling the heat and warmth of the embrace behind her, the thin calluses in his palms, and the bursts of heat he exhaled. A warmth gradually grew in her heart, like a hot spring gushing out of the spring, and waves overflowed her limbs. (To be continued.) )