The executioner immediately took the knife, took a sip of wine, and sprayed it all on the knife.

A servant and an arrow wanted to rush forward and pull An Qiyue away.

An Ruyue kissed Zhang Ziqiao lightly on the lips, but a dagger in her hand sank straight into her chest.

Blood flowed down the corners of the girl's mouth into Zhang Ziqiao's mouth, moistening Zhang Ziqiao's chapped lips.

"Like the moon!" In the end, it was a man who was killed in blood, and he was iron-clad. This roar actually shook the blade of the knife in the executioner's hand, and it almost slipped down.

Sudden thunder and heavy rain poured down.

The crowd scattered all around, and they all went to find a place to take shelter from the rain. For a time, the street was in chaos.

The shackles on Zhang Ziqiao's hands and feet rattled, and he staggered and struggled, trying to catch the girl who fell in front of him. Hurriedly a few officials trotted over, squeezing the crowd over, trying to hold down Zhang Ziqiao together, and also wanted to forcibly take away the girl in his arms.

"Slow"

There was a sudden shout, followed by the sound of horses' hooves in the pouring rain.

It's just that this loud shout, mixed with the noisy rain and the boiling voices, is inconspicuous.

The executioner forced himself to stabilize his mind, raised the big knife in his hand again, and wanted to swing it at Zhang Ziqi's neck, who was held down by the officials.

Mo Cangqiong carried a bright yellow holy decree, for fear that the holy decree would be rained. The sound of horses' hooves rattling on the rain, Mo Cangqiong turned over and dismounted, snatched the gong in the hand of a servant, knocked his hand, knocked a few times, and shouted again in his mouth: "The holy decree has arrived!" ”

Everyone was stunned by the sound of these earth-shattering gongs, and when they heard that a holy decree had arrived, they immediately knelt on the ground.

Lord Jing Zhaoyin took the lead in kneeling down, and then everyone knelt on the ground with hula and cheer.

"The Divine Decree has arrived! Fengtian carrier, the emperor edict said, the captain Zhang Ziqiao, deceived the war situation, lied about the military situation in northern Xinjiang, the crime is unforgivable, and he specially ordered to be beheaded to show the public. Today, after the investigation of the Hou Mo Cangqiong in the north of the town, what Zhang Ziqiao said is true, and the war situation in northern Xinjiang is indeed true. I pardoned Zhang Ziqiao for his innocence, the official was reinstated, and all the family property was returned. ”

In the clear?

"Obey the order! Long live my emperor, long live, long live! ”

"Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

Suddenly, the cries came and went in the heavy rain.

Mo Cangqiong handed the holy decree to Zhang Ziqiao, "Captain Zhang, take the decree." ”

The eye-catching servant hurriedly stepped forward and opened the shackles for Zhang Ziqiao.

There was no one to snatch the girl in his arms with him, Zhang Ziqiao's hand holding the girl in his arms was slightly loosened. But the bright yellow decree was not taken by a third hand.

Seeing this, Mo Cangqiong smiled and said: "Even if it is inconvenient for Zhang Duwei, then I will keep it on behalf of Zhang Duwei, so as not to rain this heavy rain again." ”

Zhang Ziqi moved his stiff body, which was trapped in shackles, and staggered to his feet.

Mo Cangqiong pointed to the two junior officials behind him: "Why don't you go to help Captain Zhang?" ”

"Yes."

An official and a minor official helped Zhang Ziqi to stand up, while the other wanted to take the girl in Zhang Ziqi's arms.

"Don't touch her!"

"Master Zhang, you are holding this girl's corpse......"

"Get out!"

Mo Cangqiong beckoned, and the junior official suddenly ran behind Mo Cangqiong, "Why is Duwei Zhang so angry?" Now that he has picked up a life and returned to his official position, Zhang Duwei should be happy. ”

Zhang Ziqiao ignored this, hugged the girl in his arms, and stepped down from the execution ground step by step.

The rain flowed down the tip of the man's hair into a stream, and also wet the face of the girl in his arms.

When Zhang Ziqiao and Mo Cangqiong passed by, Mo Cangqiong, who was also drenched in heavy rain, had a cold face: "Captain Zhang! ”

Zhang Ziqiao hoarsely said: "You're late." ”

You're late, my girl, and you're gone.

Mo Cangqiong watched Zhang Ziqiao no longer give him half a look, and staggered forward with a girl in white who was half stained with blood.

Mo Cangqiong flicked his sleeves, and the wet sleeves threw out a water mark in mid-air, and Mo Cangqiong snorted coldly: "I don't know what to do!" ”

Mo Cangqiong was angry, but the rain on his head suddenly stopped.

It turned out to be a subordinate, and he held an umbrella on Mo Cangqiong's head, and when the subordinate saw Mo Cangqiong looking over, he hurriedly laughed and said, "Master Mo, my master is invited." ”

"Your master?"

"The master of my family is the third prince."

The third prince, Jin Chenxi.

Mo Cangqiong nodded slightly, followed the subordinate with an umbrella, and walked into the teahouse on the side of the road.

In the pouring rain, Zhang Ziqiao hugged his girl in despair.

The unkempt man, holding the half-blooded girl, walked aimlessly step by step.

The man in his arms is his girl. The beauty is like the moon, and the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet is shocking, disturbing people's minds.

He's just a rough guy, always unkempt and grinning. When I went back from the Mid-Autumn Festival Palace Banquet, I hid it from everyone, and I always carried the hand of a big knife that was as heavy as a thousand gold, pinched the finest carving knife, and carved a word on a small stone shaped like a crescent moon.

Month.

At that time, he was just a small attendant who could barely follow the generals into the palace. The threshold of Anfu was beyond his reach with a chair.

Then the surprise continued to smash his head one after another, and the two secretly fell in love, a moon-like girl, and made a private agreement with him for life.

He carved two more words into the stone where only one word was engraved, and finally completed the girl's name.

Ann like the moon.

His girl.

It's Zhang Ziqiao's girl, like the moon.

It's a pity that the war in northern Xinjiang continues, and he is leaving.

The blood stains on the corners of the man's lips have long been washed away by the rain.

Zhang Ziqi said in a low voice: "Like the moon." ”

"You say, may your body be like the moon pavilion, and accompany you for thousands of miles."

"Do you remember how I answered you? I said, "When I have made meritorious service, I will come back and marry you." ”

"I'm back, you're married."

The heavy rain was still falling, Zhang Ziqi was soaked, his face was covered with water stains, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

"I don't blame you when I learn that you are married, I only blame myself."

"It's my own inability, I'm sorry, my girl, I made you wronged."

"Like the moon, in fact, I am a rough person, I hate endorsements the most when I was a child, but what you said, the city is high and leaning, I wish my body to be like the moon pavilion, and accompany you for thousands of miles. I only listened to it once, and then memorized it. ”

"Actually, I don't understand those crepe words, but I understand that your sentence of traveling thousands of miles with you is not a joke."

"Like the moon, mine like the moon."

"What kind of moon are you, in my Zhang Ziqiao's eyes, you are the sun! Hanging high, dazzling is not like words. ”

"But it's good that you're the moon, the moon in our northern Xinjiang is beautiful, just like you."

"You haven't seen the moon in the north yet, have you?"

"I'll take you to see it, okay?"

"Like the moon."

"Like the moon, you say something."

"An Qiyue, you say something, you say something, I will marry you immediately."

"An Ruyue, you keep saying that you haven't broken your promise, but now you're lying in my arms, isn't it breaking your promise?"

"You, how about you wake up?"

The beauty is the same color as the moon, and the guest breaks the plum and breaks the soul.

"If you keep holding her outside in the rain, maybe she really won't wake up."

Zhang Ziqiao raised his head: "Who?" ”

The son, dressed in green clothes and with a slightly thin body, was standing under the eaves, leaning against the door, looking over this way. This boy looks more like a girl.

The voice of the boy in Tsing Yi is also difficult to distinguish between male and female: "Qingzhu." ”

Zhang Ziqiao hugged the girl and knelt on the ground suddenly. On the execution ground, they all knelt upright, and the eight-foot man who had not bent his waist for half a minute was bent over, if he wasn't afraid of crushing the girl in his arms, he would almost lie on the ground, "Save her, please." ”

"Come in."

"Thank you, Childe." Zhang Ziqiao hurriedly got up, hugged An Niyue in his arms, and stepped into the warm room.

The autumn rain is cold outside, but the inside of the house is warm like summer. A little boy was squatting by the brazier in the house with boiling water and roasting his hands, the little boy had a smile between his eyebrows and eyes, and his eyes reflected the fire, which was bright and unspeakable.

"Ah Nian, come here to help."

"Hey, here we are."

The little boy stood up from the brazier, his eyes still full of smiles, "Please follow me." ”

"Hmm."

After settling An Niyue, Zhang Ziqi stood beside An Niyue's bed and was reluctant to leave.

Mo Nian: "Childe, please come with me." ”

Zhang Ziqi did not move.

"Childe, Qingzhu doctors have always only relied on their preferences, and they are not allowed to be observed by outsiders."

Zhang Ziqiao rubbed the soles of his feet, but still didn't move.

Qingzhu shouted outside: "Is it okay inside?" ”

Mo Nian continued to persuade: "Childe, can you think clearly?" If my son insists on being here, my son will not come in. It's this girl who is delayed. ”

Zhang Ziqiao finally glanced at An Qiyue's pale face again, and strode out.

Mo Nian smiled: "Childe, please come here, follow me to the roasting fire, and change clothes." ”

"Not necessarily."

"It's good to drink a bowl of ginger tea, otherwise, when the girl wakes up and the son is sick, then there will be no one to take care of the girl."

"She's going to wake up."

Mo Nian pointed to the inner room where Qingzhu had just closed the door, "It's Qingzhu inside." ”

Divine doctor Qingzhu, once he makes a move, he will never tolerate mistakes. What's more, An Niyue has a strong temperament, and Sister Zhu'er is afraid that An Biyue will not be able to act impulsively for a while, so for the sake of safety, before An Niyue went out, she also added something to An Niyue's tea.

Sure enough, Sister Zhu'er was thoughtful, and An Ruyue really didn't have any thoughts of living, and just wanted to accompany Zhang Ziqi to death.

Zhang Ziqian also knows the ability of the divine doctor Qingzhu, the divine doctor Qingzhu has always been erratic, and it is difficult for ordinary people to find it, but no matter where it is, the flesh and bones of the living dead are everywhere, and there is the shadow of Qingzhu everywhere.

Zhang Ziqiao hurriedly hugged his fists to make amends: "Childe, don't blame, I'm just too worried, so I ...... I don't mean to disbelieve Qingzhu Gongzi! ”

"It's okay, Childe, please sit down, I'll go and make a bowl of ginger tea for Childe."

"Thank you."

Mo Nian didn't answer, just smiled and turned the fire in the brazier a little stronger.