Lu Yixuan didn't move at all, as if no matter what the scene or words around her could no longer impress her for half a point.

Kicking, kicking, crowds under the torture platform, a carriage slowly drove in front of the crowd, everyone got out of the way, the carriage curtain was lifted, and the surrounding gasping sounds came and went.

It was the carriage of the Cheng family.

It was none other than Cheng Min who lost her husband when she got out of the car, and now Cheng Zhongqi's first seven days have long passed, and Mrs. Cheng is no longer wearing plain clothes, on the contrary, she is wearing an apricot flower jacket today, so happy.

Oh, this is the place of murder, but she dresses as if she wants to laugh at a happy event, sarcastic and mocking, and it is a great pleasure to be able to see the person who killed her husband receive the punishment he deserves.

Cheng Min's face and spirit were much better than the last time, she was carrying a flower skirt, holding a small food box in her hand, and saluted Luo Zhao: "Lord Luo, can you allow me to send Lu Yixuan." ”

It is a strange thing for a "victim" to come to see off the "perpetrator".

The whispers in the audience were buzzing like swarms of bees, Luo Zhao naturally had no reason to refuse, he motioned to Cheng Min as soon as possible.

The eldest lady walked slowly to Lu Yixuan, looking condescendingly at the girl who finally knelt in front of her as if she was apologizing, her thin clothes were mixed with bloodstains, and she trembled involuntarily when the cold wind blew through her body, but her head did not move from beginning to end, like a stone sculpture without breathing.

Cheng Min squatted down, her apricot-colored embroidered skirt was like a dazzling spring flower blooming in the snow, and she opened the delicate food box and took out a bowl of white rice.

Hey, it's really here to see him off-Luo Zhao shrugged his shoulders in disbelief.

Cheng Min put down a small jade lid dish again.

The torture table was empty, only the two of them facing each other.

"Lu Yixing, did you ever think that there would be a current encounter on the day you re-entered Shengjing, although your mother survived for a long time, she would not die of anger because she knew the truth, and although your third sister was humiliated by her husband's family, she would not die because of annoyance and anger, tsk, Lu Yixuan ......" Cheng Min chuckled and leaned over and lowered his voice, his voice was full of twists and turns, "Every step of your life is self-righteous and smart but stupid enough to send the people around you to the guillotine one by one, guess how long your useless big brother can live, oh, by the way, Aren't you a family who love each other and share weal and woe," Cheng Min's delicate and beautiful fingertips were also smeared with danhua red, gorgeous like a goblin in the mountains, she pinched the jade cover and gently lifted the small plate, "Naturally, you can't miss that loyal and sharp little flower slave." ”

Bang, Lu Yixuan's chains moved, her shoulders twisted painfully but couldn't move because of the binding, she finally raised her head tremblingly, her messy hair fell on her embarrassed and dirty face, and the blood stains hadn't even been wiped clean, but the eyes burst out of her eyes instead of the vanity of Fang Cai but anger, blood suddenly filled her eyes, the girl's strength and anger from nowhere made her suddenly get up and want to rush forward to bite Cheng Min's throat viciously, and her arms were suddenly twisted downward, The wails arose, and her knees were once again forced to smash on the torture table, and the two burly executioners had already pinched the wounds of her body to subdue the prisoner.

Lu Yixuan bared his teeth in pain, gasped, and almost suffocated.

In that little saucer was a piece of tongue, a human tongue, bloody.

Lu Yixin knows very well, flower slave.

The cunning and clever girl had her tongue plucked out.

"Cheng Min - Cheng Min, you can't die well!" Lu Yixuan's throat was like a dilapidated textile machine bursting out with only hoarse and broken words, the lack of water made her throat burn, and her desperate roar only made the smell of blood continue to pour into her throat.

There is no compassion, only hatred, and the tears are gone, and all that remains is sudden anger.

"Ha-ha-ha-" Cheng Min looked at the little beast that was struggling with death firmly pressed to the ground and bowed down to eat a mouthful of mud, look, the little hedgehog still wants to take revenge, what a wonderful scene, Miss Cheng only felt that she was in a wonderful mood, she reached out and clasped Lu Yixuan's jaw, forcing the girl to raise her head and look directly at herself, her pale face lined the blood stains for no reason, and the woman's slender fingertips pinched into Lu Yixuan's skin, inch by inch, "Don't be so angry, Soon I will sacrifice your head to my husband, and the Lu family in Nanping will only be left with the glory left in the books and the sin engraved in people's minds. ”

Lu Yixuan's throat made a gurgling sound, and the chains on his hands and feet stirred up the flesh and wounds into a bloody blur, and his eyes were wide, if his eyes could kill, Cheng Min would have been pierced through the heart by ten thousand arrows!

The eldest lady turned a blind eye, she liked this unwilling love, hatred and resentment: "Guess why Zhongqi killed Lu Zhonghe back then, let me tell him, if the Lu family has a prodigy, then you Cheng Zhongqi will become a treacherous villain in Shengjing City and forgets his ancestors - if that child does not die, the Lu family will always have hope, this hope is the last knife that defeated Cheng Zhongqi, and what he abandoned will never allow others to touch, ha, die clean, die well - this time, it's your turn." ”

It's your turn.

Cheng Min's every insulting word is like slashing Lu Yixuan alive, with enthusiasm and scars, it is the kindness that Shengjing City gave to the Lu family.

"Tut-tut, little Yama, you really should go to see King Yama," Cheng Min let go of her hand, the blood stains on the corner of Lu Yixuan's mouth flowed to her fingertips, she wiped the hem of her skirt in disgust, and beckoned behind her when she stood up, "Come on, feed Miss Lu this bowl of severed head rice." ”

The house slave behind him obeyed the order, climbed onto the torture table, pinched Lu Yixuan's closed mouth, pinched her jaw, and forced her to open her mouth, grabbed the white rice in the bowl with the other hand, and stuffed it into the girl's mouth.

Blood and tears are inseparable.

Lu Yixuan's despair was like two or three snowflakes floating in the sky, splitting his body into pieces.

Luo Zhao froze on the chair with a stunned expression, and there was a shadow beside him who couldn't help but want to rush to the stage, but was stopped by Shi Hai, who was watching coldly, Su Yi porridge.

General Su was not qualified to stand here, he begged the general outside Shifu in the middle of the night to get the approval to "escort" the prisoner Lu Yixuan, but Shi Hai knew that although Su Yicongee had no way to disobey the emperor's order, he couldn't bear any way to insult Lu Yixuan, if he let go of his hand now, this kid was afraid that he would be able to rob the law field immediately.

Su Yicongee couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to crack.

"Ahh

Spit.

Lu Yixuan sneered and spit out the disgusting limbs, his pale face was lined with red blood stains on his mouth, and it looked like the evil ghost crawling out of the ground had just eaten a living person.

Even Cheng Min was shocked on the spot: "Little slut-" She shouted angrily.

"Miss Cheng, enough is enough." Luo Zhao, who was sitting in a precarious position, couldn't help but open his mouth to curb it, Cheng Min's resentment and anger could be understood, but such an insult and bullying of death row prisoners was really shameful, but Lord Luo was just a small Dali Temple Sizheng, he was ordered to be beheaded, and the prisoner was under his control before he died, and it was none of his business as soon as the head fell.

Cheng Min heard the meaning of Luo Zhao's words, her eyes swept around the torture platform, and she straightened her clothes and dusted off the dust on her skirt, and then reluctantly retreated from the torture platform.

"The hour has come!" Luo Zhao looked at the sky and the increasing number of onlookers outside the venue, made a final decision, and beheaded at noon.

In the opinion of Si Zheng of Dali Temple, it is better to give Lu Yixuan a knife to make it happy, and he does not have to suffer so many sins.

Lu Yisu on the execution platform closed her eyes, she felt that the Ming Yan on her body was removed, she heard the cold wind brought up when the steel knife was raised, Lu Yisu raised her face, there were small Xiaoice cold snowflakes on her face, falling one by one, stabbing her whole body like ants gnawing, she didn't know what kind of mood she was holding at this moment, whether she was weak or exhausted - the world was cold and she was not shocked, and used self-deception to cover up her decadence, but she was too tired - the young man in fresh clothes and angry horses came all the way from Nanping to Shengjing City, She has a silver saddle and a white horse, and the rakshasa between the flowers can't resist the tricks of this money power, worldly ghosts and tricks-

The blood will be cool, and the heart will be dusty.

And the long knife above his head was like trying to cut off the bright spring light of March that day, and it fell through the sky-

"Bell", the blade suddenly broke the moment it touched Lu Yixuan's bun, and the broken piece of iron grazed the girl's cheek, cutting off a strand of green silk, and swaying to the ground.

Everyone was shocked, and Luo Zhao grabbed the case with his official hat.

"Who obstructed the execution!"

Feiyan's light footsteps landed on the execution platform, and there was almost no sound, all the noise stopped abruptly like holding her breath and concentrating on the colorful feathers of gold and silver threads under the moonlit robe, the cloudy sky could not hide the spring breeze of the moon seeping under the man's eyebrows and eyes, and the long ink-colored hair fell on the placket, like the slight ripple of the ink under the weaving feathers.

A fallen leaf on the thin snow was blown away, and it was it that cut the executioner's long knife.

Luo Zhao was shocked, of course he knew who it was, and even Shi Hai was stunned and looked at each other.

Feng Xiao Wangye, Feng Ming Evil.

Lu Yixuan's eyes moved, she opened her eyes to see a long figure in the vast white snow, her breath condensed, the cold wind and snow seemed to have become his cloud crown belt, Lu Yixuan's vision changed from blurred to clear, as if the stunned dream in her mind had turned into reality, and the originally dead and silent mood suddenly churned, so turbulent that even she couldn't restrain herself-

There was no joy, only panic, she panicked, panicked and couldn't dodge the panic.

Feng Mingxie, what are you going to do.