In the evening, after Gu Anning washed up, she brought warm water to wash the little buns.

The evening breeze in the evening brought a bit of coolness, and when she was dressing the little bun, she specially added one more to the little bun, so as not to be cold by the sudden temperature in the evening.

In ancient times, there was no activity to talk about at night, and in order to save lamp oil, ordinary people went to bed early after eating and washing.

And Gu Anning entered the space with the little bun in her arms, put the child to sleep, and she came to the cacti she bought.

These cacti had grown numerous branches, each one as tall as a human thigh, and several large cacti extending from one plant.

Looking at these cacti, she estimated that at the current rate of reproduction, the number of these cacti would soon be enough for the new house.

Divide and plant these cacti again, and then go to take care of his several precious medicine fields.

The ginseng in one of the fields planted with ginseng has already grown, but the year is not high, less than four years old.

The herbs were loosened and then watered with suitable spiritual spring water.

It took a long time for the herbs in these fields to be carefully taken care of by themselves, and then some of the herbs that could be picked were picked.

Bringing a large basket, she put all the herbs she had picked into it, and then carried it back to the warehouse.

I have to say that this warehouse is a good thing, its time is static, and the medicinal properties of the herbs can be completely preserved without loss.

When she came to the warehouse, Gu Anning sorted all these herbs and brewed them when she had time.

The next morning, after Gu Anning and the others had breakfast, they began to clean the new house, sweeping away all the debris left by the workers from work.

On the other side of the town, the proprietress of the grocery store is directing the helpers in the store to load all these things into the wagon.

When the workers had finished moving all the things they were going to carry, the woman sat down in the carriage at the front and led the people away.

With the last time, this time they didn't have to ask people like last time when they went to Gu Anning's house.

They already knew the way, and they came directly to Gu Anning's new house, and Gu Anning was already waiting at the door.

In order to minimize the time, Gu Anning immediately began to run around the new mansion, directing the helpers brought by the women to place things in the corresponding rooms and positions.

is busy here, and Jun Beimo in the capital also can't be idle.

Tomorrow, tomorrow is the day of Jun Wenwei's execution, and there are still many places that need to be deployed by themselves, so as not to happen.

On this day, many ministers in the court were silent, and even the palace gate was as few as possible.

Because on the day of the execution, they were afraid that something would happen, and they were afraid that they would have something to do with themselves. Therefore, they all have the intention of being able to hide.

On death row, Jun Wenwei was facing the wall, his gaze as if he could see through the wall and into the distance.

"Is it finally coming?" He murmured softly, with a desolate tone in his words.

He already knew when he would die, and that would be tomorrow at noon.

As long as noon comes, I will never be able to look at the world again.

All kinds of things appeared in front of him, and he had greed and reluctance in his heart.

But he knew that he had no chance of redemption now.

When it was time for dinner, the jailer brought him a food box.

"This is what Yao Guifei asked me to bring, you are delicious." The jailer opened the cell door and placed the food box on the table in front of him, then turned and left.

At this time in front of him, it was indeed Yao Guifei who asked her to bring it to him, and it was also approved by the regent and everyone's repeated inspections.

They were meticulous in their inspections, and even the delicate pastries were broken into four pieces so that there was no hidden thing in them.

After repeated careful inspections, they found that there was nothing wrong with the food box and the food in the food box, so they sent it to him.

In the cell, looking at the food box in front of him, Jun Wenwei gently stroked its lid, then gently opened it, and put all the food inside on the table.

Yes, the food inside is very rich, there are fish, chicken, duck, pork pastries, etc., there are six plates, and there is a pot of fine wine and a bowl of crystal clear white rice.

These meals were his favorite food, and when he smelled the smell, he knew that these meals and the broken cakes were made by his mother.

Looking at the meals that these concubines made for themselves themselves, Jun Wenwei sat quietly on the chair, picked up the chopsticks and tasted them carefully.

The death row inmates in the surrounding prisons were so hungry that their saliva was about to flow when they saw such a sumptuous meal and drink.

Many of them had been locked in for a long time, some of them were new, and they didn't know how long it had been since they had tasted meat or wine.

Looking at Jun Wenwei, who was sitting on the chair and eating his meal with a calm face, they all swallowed their saliva, and then turned their faces away.

They were afraid that if they continued to look like this, they would not be able to resist the urge in their hearts to eat.

And Jun Wenwei, who was eating his meal calmly, ate very slowly, as if he wanted to taste the taste deeply and imprint these tastes deeply in his heart.

After eating, the jailers took away the lunch box, and Jun Wenwei sat quietly, without any intention of resting.

Yao Guifei, who was outside the death row, felt that her heart was about to break, and the sky was about to fall.

She couldn't ask anyone to save him, she couldn't even see him, she was in complete despair.

Fortunately, in the end, the regent was willing to agree to a small request, that is, to be able to let him cook another meal for Wen Wei and deliver it to him.

Now standing at the door of death row, she saw the jailer come out with a lunch box, and she reached out to take the lunch box and thanked the jailer.

Holding the lunch box in her hand, she gently stroked it, as if she could still feel her son's body temperature on this lunch box.

Night, it was destined to be a sleepless night.

Whether it was Jun Wenwei on death row or Yao Guifei who washed her face with tears, they all had their eyes open, and there was no sleepiness in their eyes at all.

Tomorrow will be extremely cruel for them, but they are all powerless.

This extremely oppressive atmosphere had already crushed the only straw on their bodies, making both of them desperate.