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Of course, what he can't forget the most is Yan Song, the person who pushed himself into the abyss of death with his own hands. I fought with him for so long, and I still lost in the end.

I don't have him ruthless, I don't have him shameless! Xia Yan was very unwilling, he hated this person very much, and he promoted him with his own hands, but he was ungrateful, and in turn wanted to harm himself.

What do you want to say about him? I can't evaluate him objectively, because now my heart is full of hatred for him.

Xia Yan was very afraid, with this person in power, how much trouble would the Ming court and the people of the Ming Dynasty suffer? He is a greedy and shameless villain, who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.

Zhu Houxi, why can't you see it, you are a faint king! After fighting with the courtiers for so long, Xia Yan suddenly discovered that he was not fighting with the courtiers, but with Zhu Houxi.

Yes, he is the emperor, how can he fight him? This struggle, from the very beginning, was doomed to failure. But because he was a faint king, he failed. A smart faint gentleman, Xia Yan finally dared to give such a pertinent evaluation of Zhu Houxi at this time.

Yan Song, Zhu Houxi, I want to bring the curse on you to hell! Xia Yan was so emotional that he looked at Zeng Miao, but saw that he was bowing his head and pondering, but what was he thinking?

Yes, Zeng Mo is also reminiscing, but his memories are not as magnificent as Xia Yan's, because he doesn't have so many experiences.

He just felt regret, even heartache. For the countless soldiers who threw their heads and spilled their blood, for the success of this re-set operation.

For so many days, he had been thinking about it all the time, he couldn't forget it, but now that he was about to die, he wanted to let himself rest for a while, he wanted to remember some happy things.

But when he got closer and closer to the execution ground, what kept coming to his mind were the faces of those comrades who fought side by side with him. Xiao Han, Li Zhen, Li Dequan, every soldier who has fought with him on the land of the Hetao... Zeng Milling had a heartache, some were about to meet, and some were about to part.

He remembered the days when everyone sang military songs around the fire, although it was dangerous, but it was pleasant, it was better than wearing chains and not being free at all.

Is there anything wrong with you? Zeng Mo couldn't figure out why his heart for the country and the people ended up with such an ending?

It's almost time to get to the execution ground, he starts to miss his family, his wife, his children, they are still very young, when he was taken away, they cried and cried for their father to hug him, which has been echoing in Zeng Mi's mind...

Zeng Milled his nose was sour, and two lines of hot tears flowed down. Sure enough, the closer you get to death, the more you can arouse the strong thoughts and desires for your loved ones, and you are most sorry for them!

Of course, he did a good job, because he entrusted his wife and children to his riding and archery instructor Wang Huan. The simple man, because of this promise, took his wife and children to the place of exile, although he was not guilty at all.

I am willing to be their slaves, and in my heart, they are still the lady and the young master, and they still treat each other with courtesy as in the past.

Wang Huan built a house for them in the exiled land, and he himself was like a guard, faithfully waiting outside the door.

The work assigned to them is done by themselves, and the fanatics who bully them are all taken care of by themselves, not for anything else, just to repay Zeng Mill's kindness, just because of a promise to Zeng Mill.

Of course, Wang Huan also paid too much in this process. He abandoned his family, and when his wife and children sent a letter to his family, he could only weep silently at the night sky.

But he couldn't leave, just like that, Wang Huan silently persevered, from being in the prime of life, until he was gray-haired, and finally used his own persistence to wait for the day when Zeng Mill was rehabilitated.

I remember that it was still a snowy day, and Wang Huan stood on the earth and wrote a dignified man's chapter about keeping his promises and upholding justice.

But Zeng Mo won't see all this, he just knows now that he is really about to die, because he has already arrived in the West Market.

Pushing off the prisoner's cart and verifying their bodies, they knelt on the execution ground, fearless. They know that they will die, but they are unusually calm, because they have heaven in their hearts.

There was still a group of onlookers next to him, many of whom were filled with righteous indignation, but it was inevitable that many people came to see the excitement. It's rare for such a big official to be beheaded. Right?

When the time came, the executioner raised the butcher's knife, and at that moment, many people may wonder what the two people were thinking, whether they were thinking about the person they hated the most, or the person they loved the most?

No one knows, and maybe you will only know if you have experienced death.

The butcher's knife fell, bright red blood gushed out, sprinkled all over the ground, Zeng Mo and Xia Yan died and abandoned the city, their relatives were exiled, and everything ended temporarily.

Because of a conspiracy, because of a struggle for power, a general who was full of righteousness and devoted himself to the people, and a cabinet chief assistant with outstanding ability, integrity and diligence, died in this way.

But they really didn't do anything wrong, they just couldn't bear to look at the Ming people on the border, their wives were separated, and their families were ruined, they just wanted them to have a full bite to eat and have a peaceful life, instead of being frightened in the panic of war every day.

But in the eyes of the superiors, these are all small sections, they can be ignored, a struggle to seize power, it seems to be more decent, as for the people, they always have to die, their lives are not worth anything at all.

Perhaps in the eyes of many, in this struggle, only two lives were sacrificed. But they didn't know that because of these two lives, how many Ming people would have to struggle under the iron horses of the Mongols.

Slaughter and killing, human life is wasted, maybe all this is far away from them, but the sky will remember, maybe, one day it will return justice, right? But is justice still justice that is delayed?

No one could give an answer, but the snow was getting heavier and heavier. This is the first snow in the capital since the beginning of winter, and it came so suddenly that it makes people's hearts feel chilled.

The snow should stop, right? But you see, the snow is still falling... (To be continued.) )