"Heaven and earth have righteousness, and miscellaneous manifolds. The lower part is the river mountain, and the upper part is the sun star. ”

A hoarse voice roared in a low voice, his lips, which had long lost his blood, trembled slightly, and every word he spit out became more and more sonorous like a golden stone thrown to the ground and a jade shattered Kunlun, as if he had exhausted his life's strength.

"Yu people say Haoran, full of gloom."

"I'll let you be a hero again!" A cinnabar red figure sprang up. A resounding slap slammed into the man's face.

I saw that the emaciated back couldn't bear it, and the kneeling body suddenly stumbled, and he was about to fall to the ground immediately. But I saw that the man struggled to prop up his body with his right elbow, and his arms that were cut backwards stabbed the center of gravity of his body. The thin white coarse linen prison uniform had long been soaked with sweat and stuck to the craggy back, just in time to see the spine bones slowly arching its back, like a tiger that was trapped and furious, ready to attack again.

"It's all about this time, what else do you have to quibble? I think you should keep your mouth shut, remember in your heart Your Majesty's kindness and kindness to you in the past, and die early and be born sooner! The man in red reprimanded in a raised voice.

The man held his head high, but he did not look in the direction of the passer, not even a glimmer of afterglow.

The autumn wind was fierce, raising the scattered green silk on his sideburns, and the sweaty placket was not cool in autumn. In addition to the sobriety, a deeper chill is stirred. It was a bone-chilling cold that he had never felt even at the northern end of thousands of miles of ice and snow, and it froze his heart from the inside out.

Why hasn't he bowed his head? He still remembered the scorching sun that day. He knelt outside the Temple of the Apocalypse, hoarsely and crying again and again, but he could no longer see the face of heaven.

It's a hot day. Soon, his tears and sweat wet the jade steps in front of him, until he was carried to the secluded palace in the dark in front of his eyes, and there was no chance to plead.

"The imperial road should be Qingyi, Han and Tuming Court."

He raised his head higher, tears of resentment welling up in his eyes, but he never let them fall. The roar was mixed with gusts of wind, like the roar of a war horse on the grassland, which was already tragic and tragic as if it were death.

"When death is coming, you dare to be hard-mouthed!" The man in red couldn't help but say and suddenly raised his hand, and a long series of crisp slaps sounded.

A hint of blood oozed from the chapped lips of the prisoner, but there was a somewhat mocking smile on his lips. Suddenly, he smacked and spat the man in red in the face.

The face of the man in red was instantly splattered with blood-colored liquid. This sweet smell is not strange to the man in red at all. He is a believer in this blood. He couldn't remember how long it had been, but he even enjoyed the pleasure they bringed. Sometimes, he would dip a little bit of dust in his fingers and suck on this fishy sweetness, which was comparable to coveting the sweetest wine and the most precious delicacies in the world. This fresh red plasma with a warm feeling forged his bright cinnabar red clothes, and also built a ladder to the front of the palace for him. However, how many people dare to defile his face today?

The man in red rubbed his face with the cinnabar-colored sleeves, and his wiped face had turned the color of pig's liver, and his eyebrows were twisted into a mess. I saw him jump up like a thunderstorm, kick the man to the ground fiercely, and the black palace boots stepped heavily on the white coarse linen prison uniform. Immediately, he stepped into the man's face.

The handsome face was instantly squeezed by the man's feet, and his pale face was stained with billowing dust. There was only a pair of tired but clear eyes, under the black palace boots, bursting out like lightning and torches. In that gaze, there is an unquenchable resentment, a mighty and unyielding stubbornness, and a hope like wildfire.

"Gonggong Feng, you have to take care of your majesty, don't be angry." Someone on the execution table flattered.

"Master Zhang, I see that the time is almost up, ask for it!" The man in red let go of his foot and bowed his head in the direction of the torture table.

On the high platform directly north of the execution ground, an official in a scarlet official uniform with a purple gold fish bag was sitting precariously with a hunchback and sheep's hair. Hearing the suggestion, he looked at the sky, stroked his beard again, and said, "This day ......."

"It's the end of the hour and the beginning of noon, my lord, the holy decree has clouds, ask and behead at noon!" The young man in Tsing Yi standing next to the official reminded him. It was the flattering villain just now, and at this moment, he changed his low-eyed and pleasing face to act as a lobbyist.

The sun in the sky has not yet climbed up to the three poles, and it is already sharpening its knives like this, Huo Huo can't wait. The prisoner chuckled softly.

It's been a long time since I've seen such an open blue sky. During the years when he was confined in the palace and waiting for the Holy Judgment, he could only be accompanied by the starry sky at hand. It was the longest and most torturous time of his life, only more than two months, but he put his heart on the simmer every day and fried it over and over again. Looking back now, I am still as frightened as I am on the edge of the abyss, and I am as restless as I am sitting on pins and needles.

He didn't never ask for it. When he first entered the palace, there was no pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, so he used clothes as paper and blood as ink, and wrote letters of affection. Later, in desperation, he also left a letter of guilt, just to avoid connecting relatives and friends. However, it didn't work. His relatives and friends have also been imprisoned. Finally, the holy decree that waits for it, the Red Clan.

"When the poor festival is seen, one by one!"

He shouted, and his roar pierced the sky, straight through the sky!

"Bold fanatic! Become a traitor! Even if you still think that you are a loyal minister and a good general, you will go down in history forever? Let me tell you, notoriety can leave a stench for thousands of years! The young man in Tsing Yi raised his eyebrows high, pointed to the white figure on the execution ground and scolded loudly.

"Lu Chengfeng, I want to see, how long can you be rampant? Master Zhang, huh? The man in red followed closely and fell into the well.

only heard the sound of "pop", and the crimson coat made the word "chop" fall down, don't look over, and let out a long breath.

The executioner's knife had long since been polished, waiting for the order from the execution table.

The prisoner shouted at the sky.

The autumn wind mourns, the cuckoo cries blood, and the geese mourn.

All men are mortal?

It's just that I didn't expect that I would ride the wind and end up like this?

As a modern person in the 21st century, he crossed over and became the grandson of Emperor Dajing, thinking that he had taken the strongest script in history and was about to reach the peak of his life, but he didn't expect that the climber fell heavily, and now he has fallen into such a catastrophic situation.

It's not enough to kill the head. I just want to wake up, and maybe I will wake up and return to the new era of prosperity in science and technology, prosperity and peace in the country. However, so many innocent people, relatives and friends, where should their souls return?

In the midst of all his thoughts, he closed his eyes.

The hustle and bustle of the world is finally in front of you, and there is only a darkness with no end in sight.

And he was just waiting for the final fatal blow.