Empress Fei grabbed the handrail on the second floor tightly with both hands, and her face was as excited as a reflection.

She has waited for so long, she has been tormented in the cold palace for so long, every day, every minute, every second is looking forward to this day, and now that it has finally arrived, how could she miss it like this!

So today, she has to enter the palace no matter what, and she has to see with her own eyes how Jiang Xinglie fell from the high dragon chair into the quagmire abyss.

Thinking about it, Queen Fei immediately went downstairs quickly, followed the route that Leng Yue and Turnip left, and came to the backyard.

The door to the backyard was still open, and at the door, a brown-red horse was quietly staying there.

Queen Fei almost didn't hesitate, and immediately ran over and turned over on her horse.

In the palace all these years, although she has not ridden a horse for many years, when the Fei family was a daughter, the Fei family carefully cultivated her, how could she not ride a horse?

Queen Fei tightened the reins hard, clamped the horse's belly between her legs, and the horse immediately neighed and ran away when she was instructed.

At the same time, in the prison.

Fu Yao changed into clean clothes early in the morning and ate a hearty meal, he knew that this was the treatment that people before the execution would have.

Even if you are full of evil in your life, you must be clean and tidy, and you must eat and drink enough before you go on the road.

Fu Yao was very calm from beginning to end, and after eating, he sat quietly in the place where he sat every day and waited.

Waiting for death, or rather, waiting for new life.

The time is getting closer and closer to noon.

The dungeon was still the quiet, dilapidated dungeon that smelled of death everywhere, with mottled walls and railings and damp and rotting floors.

Everything, as if nothing had changed.

Until, a messy footsteps sounded vividly in the prison.

Fu Yao heard the sound and slowly opened his eyes, but for the first time, he didn't look in the direction where the voice came from.

He slowly turned his eyes to look into the corner of the empty cell next door.

There, pitch black, was once the place where Fei Zhong stayed.

But now, there is no longer Fei Zhong.

Fu Yao glanced at it fixedly, quickly retracted his gaze, and exhaled deeply.

At this time, a group of officials wearing official uniforms appeared in front of the cell door, and a special person stepped forward to open the lock of the cell, opened the cell door, approached Fu Yao, and squatted in front of him to untie the handcuffs and handcuffs on his hands.

The sound of the chains rubbing together is piercing and nerve-stirring.

If you are an ordinary death row prisoner, not to mention crying bitterly at this time, you will definitely have weak hands and feet.

But Fu Yao was indifferent, as if he was not going to die.

The shackles and shackles were unfastened, and Fu Yao just wanted to move, but his hands were coldly stuffed into something by the person in front of him.

Fu Yao was stunned, and instinctively lowered his eyes to look at the person in front of him.

However, the person in front of him had already lowered his head at this time, turned and retreated, as if nothing had happened.

Fu Yao clenched his fists lightly, and the other officials holding wooden shackles immediately stepped forward.

Fu Yao paused, and very cooperatively raised his hands to a position parallel to his head, and two wooden shackles were immediately put around his neck and hands.

"General Fu, let's go."

The leader was still standing outside the cell at this time, looking at everything that was ready, and then whispered to Fu Yao.

Fu Yao nodded, didn't say anything, just got up slowly and took the initiative to walk out of the cell.

After leaving the prison, he got into a special prison car, and there was a special escort team, and he began to slowly escort Fu Yao to the execution ground.

I don't know when the people on both sides of the street began to surround themselves, some grieving, some angry, some sad, some sighing.

As a hussar general, Fu Yao has done everything for Xiliang over the years, and the people know it in their hearts. They know that without Fu Yao, there would be no peaceful life for today's Xiliang people and Lin'an people.

And such a general with outstanding military achievements is now going to be beheaded.

These people spontaneously came to Fu Yao's way to the execution ground and watched him leave.

Fu Yao was still a little touched.

He never imagined that one day, so many people would come to see him off.

All he did was full of enthusiasm and enthusiasm to protect his family and defend the country, and swear to defend the safety of the Xiliang country and the people.

He never felt that what he did should be admired by all the people.

But in front of him, these people, old and young, men and women, just stood there, with water in their eyes or gratitude, watching him leave little by little.

For a moment, Fu Yao only felt as if his heart had been punched hard.

Sour, but shrunken.

Not only Fu Yao himself, but even the officials and officials who escorted him couldn't help but be a little moved when they saw this scene.

If they could, they also wanted to intercede for Fu Yao.

But the emperor's order is difficult to disobey, and the truth of this world has always been like this.

The king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die!

But is this really true?

The atmosphere, a rare tranquility, was on the crowded streets, but it was so quiet that you could hear the sound of the prisoner cart slowly rolling over the ground.

Fu Yao narrowed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and on his resolute face, the expression suddenly became more determined and solemn than ever.

The words that Ye Jiuchen said when he came to him last night were not untouched, but they were definitely not to the point where they could completely move him.

Fu Yao didn't believe that if he died, Ye Jiuchen would really leave his grandmother and sister behind.

So just before, he still had a little hesitation in his heart.

But just now, now, at this moment, looking at the people who came to send him off, but they didn't know each other, Fu Yao's heart suddenly rose with determination and firmness.

He's going to live!

He was born as a member of the Fu family, that is, he wanted to throw his head and spill blood on the battlefield, for the country, and for the people, until he only had the last breath of vitality left.

How could he die in such a way for a mere charge of disrespect?

Even if he is going to die, he will die on the battlefield and kill the last enemy!

Thinking of this, Fu Yao's hands that were held on top of the shackles couldn't help but clench their fists hard, and on the back of his hands, green tendons burst out.

After a pause, he slowly opened his fist and cautiously looked into his palm.

There, the official who had been shackled to him before stuffed something.

Before that, Fu Yao hadn't looked at it, it was the same thing, only the cold and hard feeling of the tentacles had been reminding him.

At this moment, spreading out his palms, Fu Yao finally saw it clearly.

That's a key!

A key that can open the shackles on his body.

Fu Yao's eyes flickered subconsciously, and then he quickly clenched his fists again, and looked ahead without squinting.

The escort team is getting closer and closer to the execution ground.

There are no fewer people on both sides of the street.

Even the officials and officials who escorted couldn't help but murmur in their hearts, when did there be so many people in Lin'an?

After thinking about it for a while, the escort official called the person next to him.

"Your Excellency!"

"Immediately report the situation here to the palace, and say that all the people ask for their lives and ask the emperor to open up the Internet."

"Yes!"

After giving this order, the official thought about it again, and then loudly ordered the escort team to slow down.

That's all he can do.

Now, I only hope that Jiang Xinglie can change his mind, otherwise he will openly confront the people like this, and lose the support of the people because of one Fu Yao......

The official didn't dare to think so much, this was not what a person of his status should think, he just turned his head quietly and glanced at Fu Yao, who looked indifferent, but resolute and solemn.

……

Jiang Xinglie did not have an early dynasty today.

His head disease seemed to have flared up again, although it was not like before, the pain was tyrannical, almost crazy, but it was also faint, like a worm, crawling in the brain.

Sometimes he appears, sometimes he hides, not maddening, but enough to make people irritated.

Jiang Xinglie sat behind the table in the imperial study, one hand against his temple, and the folds in his eyebrows were obvious and deep.

Because of the last fall, the joint venture has not healed, and now he can only lie in bed, although the people who serve Jiang Xinglie are also the palace maids and eunuchs who served in front of the palace before, but Jiang Xinglie just let them stay outside the door.

In the imperial study, there is dead silence, depression, and silence.

Jiang Xinglie's breathing became more and more rapid, and his irritability became more and more intense.

The headache, which sometimes existed and sometimes disappeared, made his emotions gradually begin to go out of control.

At this time, the news from the official who escorted Fu Yao was sent to the palace.

"Your Majesty, the escort officer has something to report!"

Jiang Xinglie twisted his eyebrows, frowned, closed his eyes and said coldly: "Biography!" ”

After the words fell, a little eunuch entered the imperial study and knelt carefully in front of Jiang Xinglie.

"Emperor Qiqi, the escort officer said that the people heard that General Fu was executed today, and they stayed on the way to the execution ground of General Fu early in the morning. Therefore, the escort officer wants to ask the emperor to consider the public opinion and pardon General Fu......"

"Presumptuous!"

Before the last word "army" of the little eunuch could be spoken, Jiang Xinglie's whole person suddenly became tyrannical without warning, he let out a loud sigh, and then picked up the inkstone next to him, and mercilessly smashed it towards the little eunuch kneeling below.

The little eunuch didn't even dare to hide, so he could only take this one alive.

"Bang-"

With a bang, the inkstone smashed into the forehead of the little eunuch, and then fell to the ground again, and suddenly shattered.

The little eunuch also had blood splattering out of his forehead in an instant, and the whole person fell to the ground.

Jiang Xinglie's face was dark, his hands pressed against the edge of the table, and his chest rose and fell violently.

"Someone! Come! ”

When the sound fell, several eunuchs and the guards with knives in front of the palace immediately rushed into the imperial study, and they all saw the little eunuch who fell to the ground, but none of them dared to step forward, but they just knelt on the ground carefully, and they didn't even dare to raise their heads!

"Spread my will, execute on time, but anyone who dares to intercede will be punished immediately for the same crime and executed!"