"Bang... Bang... Bang..."

At the entrance of Dali Temple, the sound of gongs sounded at this moment, and the red lanterns on both sides had been removed, and they were replaced by two white lanterns.

The intent of this scene is already evident, but someone has died.

Dali Temple, as a place for Nanqing to detain and interrogate officials, although it is said that it treats prisoners with a higher level than ordinary prisoners, but in essence, everything has not changed.

At the end of the day, it's more like a prison.

Since it is a big prison, the life and death of the prisoners inside will not cause such a big reaction at all, but what will not happen seems to come after all.

It's like an agreement in the dark, you can't escape, you can't get rid of it. What should come will come back after all,

A gust of cold wind blew, which made the front of Dali Temple very desolate, there was no longer any fallen leaves, and it did not dance with it

Instead, a burst of dust rose quickly, and then fell, without assertiveness, constantly fiddling with his posture back and forth, like a helpless person in this world.

It's you.

It's me too.

"Grock." A stretcher was lifted out of the Dali Temple at this moment, and there was an old man lying on the stretcher, and the old man closed his eyes as if he was sleeping.

And the two people carrying the stretcher were also gently put down at the moment, for fear of waking up the old man to sleep, Mowen, who had just chosen to sacrifice everything, now appeared at the door of Dali Temple.

This is not the order of the King of Jin, nor is it the means of Hu Zhengde, the Zhengqing of Dali Temple, this is Mowen's choice. Mowen has to choose for herself.

He knew that his death was to paint a different way of life, but this did not mean that this could avoid this fight tonight.

The best way is to let his corpse stop all this, but a willing sacrifice of Mowen can't get peace after he dies.

Mo Wende's choice made the Imperial Forest Army who had just been guarding it feel a burst of heartache.

The corpse was placed at the door of Dali Temple, and the white cloth covered by Mowen's body began to flutter in the wind, and the body temperature that had begun to drop was further frozen at the moment.

It's like a bag of garbage thrown out by someone.

No one paid attention

At this moment, there was the sound of footsteps in the east.

Zhang Hua, in the dark night, the originally emaciated figure is so weak, Mowen was taken to Dali Temple because of himself, tonight, Zhang Hua wants to rescue Mowen at all costs, such an important thing, how can this make Zhang Hua wait for the news with peace of mind?

The ambush was laid early, Zhang Hua waited for the arrival of midnight, the Supervision Yuan dispatched a total of fifty people, and Sima Han mobilized three hundred people for himself!

There are three hundred and fifty people, and there is only one goal, and that is to rescue Mowen.

However, when he heard the sound of the three gongs, Zhang Hua didn't know why, and his heart suddenly became uneasy, and the sudden panic was like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

And then

subsequently

After seeing a stretcher being carried out again, an old man, and perhaps the most respected old man besides his grandfather, appeared.

Zhang Hua was stunned in place.

"Zhang... Master Zhang, should you... Could it be... It can't be. Qin Kang, who was beside Zhang Hua, pointed his finger at the stretcher, his eyes were red and he said incoherently.

Not only Zhang Hua and Qin Kang, but also the remaining members of the Supervision Yuan, as if they had a heart at the moment, guessed something.

But because they guessed, they didn't dare to say it, let alone confirm it.

At this moment, the moon, which had been obscured by dark clouds, finally reappeared in the moon sky after all the hardships, and immediately a silvery white light appeared over the whole of Kyoto.

The reflection of the tree appears and begins to grow longer and longer.

The tiles on the roof of the house continue to be like a day for ten years, enjoying the coldness of the different and sunshine.

Everything is the same as every night, but no one sings to it tonight, no one dances to it, and even nowadays no one pays attention to it and welcomes it.

At this time, the shadow of the painting. The piece at his feet, now as if it had been torn, began to lean and began to walk backwards.

It's not just him, Qin Kang, Ji Thirteen... But all the people who accompanied the prison guard who was preparing to rob Zhang Hua tonight were like Zhang Hua, godless, and afraid... But there was a little bit of anticipation and walked towards the stretcher.

They hope they're wrong.

They hope they're wrong.

They hope none of this is true.

But in the end, all the expectations and hopes were shattered when I saw the face that was still smiling faintly.

It could not be recovered, and it became a scar for life.

Morvin is dead.

The soul of the Inspectorate is dead.

"Whew... Whew..."The cold wind suddenly intensified, blowing people's faces and faces, but the people of the Supervision Yuan, except for Zhang Hua, stretched out their hands to feel the sudden cold wind

"Dean, you... Are you back? Everyone muttered to themselves, feeling the cold wind with their hearts, and looking at it with their eyes, they tried to feel Mowen's figure and Mowen's breath from this gust of wind.

They want to see their own man again, who always likes to smile and stroke his beard.

They want to feel again, Mowen's feeling of treating himself sincerely, sincerely, inaction, is his own relatives, even if he has to be scolded again, they want to hear it.

The eyes couldn't help but moisten, and in the cold wind, some fell, and some became scars in their hearts, speechless.

In the history of Nanqing, a group of the most famous executioners have now shed tears in their hearts

The boy doesn't flick when he has tears, just to be sad.

A man's tenderness has always been hidden in the big open and closed, but if you break such pride and knead it to see, then you will see that the deepest weakness is like a piece of tofu, and it will fall apart when you touch it lightly.

"Puff"

While the others closed their eyes and swallowed, Zhang Hua knelt in front of Mo Wen, looking at this familiar face, Zhang Hua grinned his somewhat dry lips and gently sorted out Mo Wen's makeup.

The movements were very light, as if they were afraid of disturbing Mowen's rest.

Mowen's body was covered with a white cloth, and the degree of fluttering was even greater at the moment, and after Zhang Hua saw it, he felt very dazzling.

White symbolizes light, justice, and righteousness.

Mowen's life is a legend, and he is admired and worshipped by others. The meaning of white represents the absolute ability to match the inscription.

However, in the eyes of Zhang Hua, this white is not the color of Mowen.

Black.

The black painting is the most suitable color for the ink text.

And this black, not the black of darkness.

It's the black of the Inspectorate.

Taking off his body, the unique black robe of the Supervision Yuan, Zhang Hua draped it on Mowen's body, which was very suitable and very good.

And in the next second, the cold wind suddenly stopped!

Zhang Hua smiled, looking at Mo Wen in front of him, he said softly, "Dean, I'll take you home." ”

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