Chapter 1: Death Unjustly
"Are you still refusing to recruit?"
The big eunuch dressed in red stood in the dark dungeon, staring with disgust at the barely recognizable woman on the ground.
The woman was lying on the ground in a strange posture, her clothes were ragged and covered in blood, only the pair of eyes were amazingly bright: "Tell me, Wei Zheng, I ...... He has never collaborated with the enemy and treasoned!"
After the heavy punishment, every word Xie Fuyao said, it was as if a knife was cutting his throat, but the momentum in his words could still vaguely show the demeanor of the commander of the Xie family's army in the past.
The defeat in the battle with North Iraq caused 100,000 loyal souls to be buried, and as the commander-in-chief, she could bear this sin. But she has never done anything about collaborating with the enemy and treason, and Xie Jiajun can't bear this charge.
Even if she is dead, she can't admit it!
After asking for more than ten days in a row, the eunuch was also annoyed, and waved his hand: "Since this is the case, then don't blame the miscellaneous family for being polite, come hereββ"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted: "Queen Mother Chitose!"
Empress?
There was a sound of footsteps, the jailer and prisoner knelt on the ground, Xie Fuyao raised his eyes in a trance, but suddenly flashed Wei Zheng's promise that day.
"Fuyao, when you return victoriously, I will crown you queen. β
But she was defeated by Beiyi and was imprisoned and tortured in every way, but Wei Zheng not only came to see her once, but even chose the queen?!
A pair of embroidered shoes appeared in her sight, embroidered with a gold-painted phoenix, and the huge eastern pearls were inlaid in between, lining the prison a little brighter.
Looking up, it is a phoenix dressed in red and dragging the ground, embroidered with gold thread with wings, wearing a golden crown, and a little red phoenix feather between the eyebrows, which is a little more bewitching than the blood in this prison.
It was she who was the third cousin, Xie Yurou.
"Xiaoba, if you are willing to listen to your sister's words and loosen your mouth earlier, you won't have to suffer so much. As long as you admit that you have collaborated with the enemy and treason, I will intercede with Your Majesty and spare your life, how about it?"
The smile on her face was as gentle and warm as ever, but her eyes were full of fierce and cold expressions.
Xie Fuyao raised his eyes with difficulty, his brain was already a little wooden, but he still remembered to argue: "The Xie family army has never collaborated with the enemy and treason, and I, too!"
Xie Jiajun was his father's life's work, and he personally handed it over to her before he died. This unit, like her, can die on the battlefield, but not in stigma!
Seeing that she was stubborn, Xie Yurou lowered her head, pinched her chin, and said casually: "Why are you doing this?"
Sharp nails pierced her wounds, Xie Fu snorted, and when his eyes were dilated, he suddenly saw the phoenix crown on her head clearly.
The string called reason is also continued after realizing it.
"Queen...... Is that you?!"
As early as when she was imprisoned, she knew that she was framed by someone, and she also knew that Wei Zheng was afraid that she was inconsistent with what she was looking for. But she didn't expect that the person who became the queen turned out to be her closest third cousin, Xie Yurou!
Seeing her look and disbelief clearly, Xie Yurou was very satisfied, let go of her chin, took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingers in disgust: "It's me, sister." β
"Where's Wei Zheng?"
Xie Fuyao stared at the woman in front of him, gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see him!"
In the end, he used to be the commander of the three armed forces, and he was in such a situation, and he was still terrifying.
Xie Yurou was frightened by her cannibalistic gaze and took a few steps back, and after reacting, she angrily picked up the whip and whipped it on her body, and said viciously: "What kind of thing are you, and you are worthy of calling the emperor's name?"
The whip is a special steel whip, covered with tiny and dense thorns, and when it is drawn on a person, it instantly brings bloody flesh with it.
The soldering iron and steel nail tiger chair has now been whipped, and the blood of the minced meat is splashed, and the thin lines of the debut are meandering on the ground, Rao is Xie Fuyao has a resolute temperament, and he can't help but curl up and hum in pain.
This painful appearance pleased Xie Yurou, she casually threw the whip aside, raised her foot to step on the hands that were bloody and blurred with their nails, and poked Xie Fuyao's heart with a knife: "Besides, how can the dignified Emperor of Xiqi meet a woman who is in the pile of men all day long? He said, it's dirty to touch you!"
The sharp pain all over her body made Xie Fuyao a little unconscious, and these words were more like a heavy hammer knocking, which made her brain buzz: "What did you say?"
She was fifteen years old, and at the age of seventeen, she took off her red makeup and put on armor for him. After that, he fought in the south and the north to calm the world for him, and in the end, in exchange for a sentence that touched her was dirty?
"Well, it doesn't hurt for you to die. β
Xie Yurou raised the corners of her lips mockingly: "Do you really like you when the emperor likes you?" If it weren't for the Xie family army in your father's hands, for your brain that is good at using soldiers, he wouldn't have looked at you more. The emperor has been with you all these years, and he has been disgusted every time. Fortunately, the emperor is finally about to be freed now, in order to get rid of your burden, he did not hesitate to let people give up the layout map to Beiyi, and asked me to imitate your handwriting to forge your correspondence with the king of Beiyi. Now the evidence of this collaboration with the enemy and treason has spread all over the three armies, everyone regards you as a demon, and the emperor has decreed that you will be executed tomorrow to stabilize the morale of the army!"
"You guys!"
Since she was imprisoned, she has thought about it, and she knows that someone must be a ghost from it, otherwise how could she lose the battle with North Iraq?
But she didn't expect that it was Wei Zheng who did such a stupid thing at the expense of destroying the Great Wall in order to get rid of herself!
Xie Fuyao only felt that the blood all over her body was rushing to her heart, and she couldn't get up in one breath, she opened her mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood, and her eyes were even blackened, and she couldn't see clearly.
She stared at Xie Yurou deadly, hating to cut the other party with a thousand knives: "Why ......?"
Xie Yurou's expression was grim, stepping on her hands a little harder, staring at Xie Fuyao's painful expression, and said word by word: "Good sister, why do you say? As the eldest daughter of Duke Xie Guo, it is clear that I am a collection of thousands of favors, but because of your martial father, I have been overpressed by you everywhere! Even now, the emperor still has a little pity for you!"
When she said this, she thought of something again, and said with a weird smile: "It's a pity, how could my sister allow this kind of thing to happen, die with the infamy of collaborating with the enemy and treason, and leave a stench with your father and daughter's Xie Jiajun for ten thousand years, is my sister still satisfied with this way of death?"
"Xie, Yu, Rou, you can't die well!"
Xie Fuyao gritted his teeth, the hatred in his voice was like a knife, the wound on his face cracked, and the blood dripping down was like blood and tears.
"But now, the one who can't die well is your sister. β
Xie Yurou laughed lowly, took a step back, and rubbed the blood stained on the embroidered shoes on the straw on the side in disgust, and then leaned down and whispered in Xie Fuyao's ear: "You collaborated with the enemy and treason, causing 100,000 soldiers to die on the battlefield, the emperor said, tomorrow I will drag you to the school field Lingchi, when the civil and military officials and thousands of soldiers will watch, it makes people happy to think about it! Eighth sister rest assured, tomorrow will be executed, I will remember to ask someone to pick up your bones, feed, dog, use!"
After speaking, she straightened up and walked away, leaving only Xie Fu behind her with a tearful eye.
Xie Fu, who was dressed in red like a bloody thorn, shook his eyes and felt pain, all the way to the bottom of his heart, and the layers of injuries on his body were not as unbearable as the pain in his heart.
On the day of death, the man with the thorn of the sun on his head could not open his eyes. The executioner's knife technique was accurate, and the three thousand six hundred knives were not bad, Xie Fuyao was poured ginseng soup, and refused to close his eyes with his last breath, and his eyes swept over the soldiers who watched her torture one by one.
Those soldiers are not Xie Jiajun.
In the world, there is no Xie Jiajun.
The soldiers shouted in unison with joy and distorted voices: "Get rid of the demons, fix the hearts of the army!" Get rid of the demons and comfort the loyal souls!"
Xie Fuyao laughed lowly, as if he was a demon crawling out of hell.
Since everyone scolds her as a demon, if there is an afterlife, she will be a real demon.
The red face and the water disaster will bring disaster to the country and the people, so that these people who have harmed her will not die well!