In the Lingcheng prison, Gao Jixing, who was imprisoned by Tianzihao, was lying on his back on the ground, holding the hay he picked up casually in his mouth.

Since he was imprisoned, Gao Jixing has been asking the jailer about the situation outside, and later the cell boss is also very sensible, and he comes back on time every day, but since the day before yesterday, Gao Jixing has never seen the cell boss again, and even if he delivers food, the jailer just leaves the food outside the cell door and leaves in a hurry, without saying a word.

Gao Jixing found that the chill was getting stronger.

"Bang Bang Bang...."

"Haha, Gao Gongzi is really chic, and he is also calm in prison!"

Han Li appeared outside the prison and applauded and laughed.

Gao Jixing squinted at Han Li, and then stared at the top of the prison.

Han Li was ignored by Gao Jixing again, and he was already angry, and said fiercely: "

"It seems that Gao Gongzi doesn't know that he is about to die?"

When Gao Jixing heard this, he spit out the hay in his mouth and turned to look at Han Li.

Seeing Gao Jixing's current behavior, Han Li was sincerely satisfied.

With a sneer, he was about to speak, when he suddenly saw a dark shadow coming out of the depths of the cell, Han Li fixed his eyes, cold sweat broke out on his back, and he spat at Gao Jixing and escaped from the cell.

The man in black stood in the distance and watched Han Li escape from the prison and walk to Gao Jixing's cell with a mask.

Gao Jixing watched Han Li flee and looked in the direction he was looking, only to find that there was a man in black hidden in the dark.

Gao Jixing rushed to the cell door and shouted, "No matter who you are? What's going on out there?!

The man in black stopped slightly, and seemed to be a little surprised by Gao Jixing's questioning.

"Why do you want to pretend?"

The man in black spoke, Gao Jixing listened to the voice, as if he was very young, and his age should be similar to himself, but Gao Jixing didn't have the heart to guess a lot, he had been imprisoned in the prison for several months, and he drank alcohol at the national funeral, and the crime was not big or small, but it was also at most fifty, but he didn't care about it until now, listening to the old man, Northern Qi should have taken advantage of the death of the emperor to attack the Qin State, his father went to the frontier to live and die, the change in the attitude of the cell boss, what Han Li said, a certain idea in Gao Jixing's heart continued to amplify and sit down.

"Please also tell me that there is something big happening in Daqin?"

"Gaoling treason, all over the house, the saint thanked the three generations of the Gao family for their merits, and couldn't bear to break it, and pardoned Gao Jixing to avoid death and be reduced to a concubine."

Gao Jixing slumped down on the hay, stunned.

Gao Jixing has guessed many possibilities, and the worst possibility is that his father was martyred and treasonous? Since Gao Jixing became literate, he knew these two words in this life, and it was impossible to connect with his father.

"Do you believe it?"

The man in black trembled slightly, stopped speaking, stretched out his hand to open the prison door, and motioned for Gao Jixing to go out.

At the execution ground outside Gangneung City, the cold for several days always seemed to be holding back a heavy snowfall, and a few snowflakes were scattered in the sky, and there were always one hundred and three family servants of the General's Mansion arranged in a row.

In the General's Mansion, none of them were moved when one hundred and three people died.

Outside the execution ground, people gathered, and there were white clothes that wept and wailed all over the world.

Yan Mou was beheaded, wrapped in thick mink velvet, but the order in his hand was trembling slightly, and the guards beside him only heard Yan Mou muttering constantly, as if talking to himself, and as if begging for prayer

"Smack!"

Noon has arrived, so the lottery is thrown, and the goose feathers are snowing in an instant!

Mrs. Gao looked up at the goose feather snow in the sky: "Don't run around on Huangquan Road and wait for me, I've been waiting for you for so many years, it's time for you to wait for me this time." ”

Through the heavy snow, Mrs. Gao looked out of the execution ground, looked at a ruined wall, smiled, and closed her eyes.

Outside the execution ground, by a broken wall, the young man was dressed in a thin prison suit, his long black hair was covered by snow, and his palms were clasped around the corner, and he burst into tears.

"You can't do anything, live well, be an ordinary person, and you won't let the Gao family break down."

The man in black who spoke was a man in black with his hands in his long sleeves and a black robe covering his face.

Gao Jixing's eyes were blood-red, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Gaoling is treasonous, do you believe it?" ”

The man in black did not tremble this time, and said calmly: "When I was a teenager, I saw General Gao a few times, it was in the Wenwu Palace, I hid behind the screen and looked at the people in the hall full of blood armor, the emperor above the temple was full of spring breeze, he was picked up by this group of young people from the pile of dead people in the border city, and he was still wearing tattered soldiers' clothes, but he could still laugh and reward several young people in front of the hall one by one, he felt that he was not at a loss, and he lost people in front of the whole world, but he picked up a few more people, a few people who could help him pick up the lost people. ”

The man in black was extremely generous in the end, and turned his head to see that Gao Jixing had already fainted in the snow, his head was held too tightly and his nails penetrated into his palms, and blood was dripping layer by layer.

The man in black chuckled: "I'm sorry, it's far away." ”

Helping Gao Jixing to lean against the corner, the man in black turned around and walked far away, so far that when he could no longer see Gao Jixing, he looked up at the sky, and the heavy snow was floating in the sky of Daqin Jiangling.

The man in black finally spoke: "I don't believe it. ”

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Under this heavy snowfall, the butcher in the fish alley sat at home and drank the hot broth that his wife had boiled for a long time, his face was full of red, thinking of the meat he had sold for a winter, and he was not reluctant to eat a piece; In Canggu Alley, the down-and-out poet stood in front of the broken temple window, holding pen and ink in his hand, and swaying his talent wantonly; The dignitaries and nobles in Fireworks Alley sat in the mansion and counted the silver accumulated for people in a winter, thinking about how not to be checked by the imperial history; Lao Song in the three-foot alley took advantage of the heavy snow to run to the nearest sweet potato stall, thinking that the confinement lady at home wanted to eat something hot.

Not far from this heavy snowfall, there were 30,000 souls standing in front of the closed gate of Yancheng and unable to find their way home; The great general who had the power to dump a country carried two pieces of old paper in his arms, and then they were stabbed by the rain of arrows; There was a teenager who passed out in the snow, and all his relatives lay not far away.

This heavy snow is far away, Great Chu, Great Qi and Great Qin have Qin Tianjian who is responsible for surveying the pattern of the star map and supervising the changes in the world, and today the strange old men who chatter all day long are like returning to the light, and they all shouted: "The stars are falling!" The Great Zhou is extinguished! ”； But there was also an old man in sackcloth sitting in the snow, holding a carrot in his hand, no matter how the snow fell, he couldn't get close to the old man, he raised his head to look at the starry sky in the depths of the sky, and saw a meteor flying from a distant dark place, as if to fly to this starry sky, the old man thought to himself: what kind of variables are there, so that there is a turbulent pattern of stars rising. The girl not far behind her slapped a small snowman that had just been piled up, only to find that the old man was sitting in the heavy snow, and shouted angrily: "Grandpa." The old man smiled, the snow around him finally fell on the old man after a slight pause, put down the teacup, the old man walked to the snowman, put the carrot in his hand on the top of the snowman's head, the girl's chin raised, this strange old man, said that the snowman should have horns on the top of his head.