"You see, the girls in it are only a young man."

"Alas...... It's really pitiful, I don't know what crime I have committed. ”

"I've heard others say it's treason, but let's not go out and talk nonsense."

"The way of the world."

"Say no more......"

A few merchants in the teahouse were discussing the convoy escorting the prisoners below, and the shopkeeper had a lot of eyesight for so many years, and when he saw these customers, he went to the back kitchen and brought them a plate of boiled beans so that they could spend their time.

Mo Shihuan, who was sitting not far from them, heard it clearly, she sighed and felt a little emotional, thinking about what Zhuo Chen told her just now, her heart was full of thoughts.

"What are you thinking?"

Zhuo Chen poured her a cup of hot tea, and the tea was mist upward, reflecting her face a little confused.

"They should have been able to live a peaceful life, even if they were not very wealthy, but now they have become political victims because of the open and secret strife of the court, I don't think it's worth it."

"That's true, some people in high places will not pity the lives of those people, they will only lie on these people like leeches and squeeze their flesh and blood dry, in their eyes they are nothing more than some pawns and scapegoats." Zhuo Chen's face was expressionless when he said this, staring at the teacup as if he remembered something.

"If I could stand on a higher position than those people, maybe I could save them." Mo Shihuan's eyes lit up, looking at the army escorting the prisoners below, and there were many rotten vegetable leaves and stones thrown by the people on the street on the cage.

"Hopefully." Zhuo Chen looked at his cup, took it up and drank it all like wine, "Actually, it's not that it can't be saved, Shihuan, as long as we cooperate." ”

Mo Shihuan's fingertips twitched, "Can you save them?" ”

"Yes, but I need your help."

She grabbed the window frame and looked down, and then set her eyes on Zhuo Chen: "How to save them?"

Zhuo Chen pointed down, and the flying eagle standing next to him immediately understood what he meant, and quickly turned around and left. He put some broken silver on the table, "Let's go from the back of the teahouse in a moment, the Flying Eagle has prepared a caravan for us to blend in with those people, you follow me, and I need you to help me deal with some things later." ”

Mo Shihuan nodded and didn't have time to think about it, the two of them gave the shopkeeper a silver ingot and asked him to take them out of here through the backyard door.

"The subordinates have arranged all the people in the backyard at your command, everyone is disguised, and a carriage has been prepared for this young lady in the back, which is a little broken, and I hope that the young lady can take care of some." That Xiao Er seemed to have been arranged by Zhuo Chen in the store a long time ago, and at this time, he led them to the backyard while talking about the arrangement.

The carriage should be broken a little so as not to be eye-catching, she couldn't help but think of King Wu's carriages with silk and soft silk, of course Mo Shihuan would not care about these trivialities, and smiled and didn't care at all.

When they arrived at the backyard of the teahouse, there were many people standing neatly inside, most of them were wearing the clothes of merchants from the Western Regions, and they also wrapped cloth on their heads, and when they saw Zhuo Chen coming over, they stood in two teams from the middle, and there were two camels behind them, and the camels watched him come with wide eyes.

Zhuo Chen pulled Mo Shihuan into the carriage, the carriage was very crowded due to its simplicity, and he made a wooden board on the carriage that buckled the sedan chair: "Let's go."

The army of criminals pressed all the way through the bustling West Market, and surrounded by many people who watched the excitement to the entrance of the East Market, Mo Shihuan opened a corner of the curtain and saw several prisoners being escorted by the jailers to the wooden platform where the execution was carried out.

Zhuo Chen pointed at a prisoner through the curtain, "Look where." ”

Male prisoners were dragged by the neck to the place of beheading, and one of the girls was dragged under the high gallows.

About the time of the arrest, the girl's head fell into a bun with a gold hairpin with a flower texture, she was tied her hands behind her back, her face was forced to lift, and the wind hung her scattered hair to look particularly pitiful.

Mo Shihuan's hand holding the curtain was sweating, she rubbed it on her body, found a bunch of medicinal powder that she usually used for self-defense and spread it on the side of her skirt, and finally felt that she didn't come up with a reliable one, so she turned her head to look at Zhuo Chen: "What's wrong?" How will we save people? ”

Zhuo Chen spread out a bag in his hand, "No need to look for it, the useful medicine is here." ”

"It's ......"

She was about to get it, but Zhuo Chen grabbed it back into her sleeve again, "I won't show you, I'll sell it first." ”

Mo Shihuan rummaged in his mind for a long time, but he didn't expect a medicine that could knock down the officers and soldiers in the audience, and seeing that the sun was about to hang high and was about to press on the top of his head, some of the people on the court kept shouting injustice, and some cried silently.

Only the girl was expressionless, with only a slight blink of an eye, and a reddened wrist.

As soon as three o'clock in the afternoon arrived, the judge sitting next to him squinted at the corner of his wrinkled eyes, looked at the dazzling sunlight, and compared the incense pillar that counted the time, and said loudly: "There is actually a Dali Temple to verify that the criminals on the stage are all traitors who deceive the king and treason, and they have all confessed, and now that the time has come, they will be executed immediately."

The people in the audience were in an uproar, some good deeds pointed at the detained people and cursed, and several children were taught by their parents to point at the girl and scolded her as a vixen who had harmed the country and the people.

The wooden sign that was thrown down was thrown to the ground, Mo Shihuan frowned and didn't speak, she didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in Zhuo Chen's gourd, seeing that he was indifferent to the execution, she was stunned and sweated.

"Alright, don't look at it."

Zhuo Chen took down her hand that lifted the curtain and held it tightly, only to hear the sound of knives falling outside in his ears, even if he didn't look at her, he could make up for the bloody situation on the ground.

All, he didn't intend to save people? Acting this with such fanfare, is this to comfort her?

Mo Shihuan pushed him away, took a deep breath, and asked in a calm voice, "Can people still be saved?"

"Only by dying can you deceive those masterminds behind the scenes who are hiding in the shadows to observe, and rushing up can only hit the stone with an egg." Zhuo Chen gently shook her hand again and stuffed the bag in his hand to her.

The crows above their heads kept making noise around them, Mo Shihuan stood in front of a pile of mass graves and looked down to find something, she was not afraid, she took the sword that Zhuo Chen gave her and picked up the straw mats wrapped in corpses one by one to check.

"Found it!" One of his men raised his hands and shouted.

Mo Shihuan and Zhuo Chen glanced at each other, she hurriedly ran over, stretched out her hand and touched the neck of the "corpse", "There should be salvation, you carry her to the carriage, and your hands and feet are lighter." ”

She raised her eyes and took out the sachet from her clothes and sniffed it, a little surprised: "This is the fake death medicine I gave you a few days ago?"