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But she is a woman, how can a soldier who has been trained for a long time have the strength, no matter how hard she struggles, she can't break through the soldiers' human fence.

As soon as Jun Wenwei, whose eyes were numb, heard this familiar shout, his whole eyes suddenly recovered, and he looked towards the source of the voice.

Seeing that his mother was struggling to break through, he could see that his mother's face was full of tears and a sad look.

"Mother." He has been stripped of his identity as a prince, so he is naturally calling his mother.

His voice was not too loud, and could only be heard by himself.

He looked straight at Yao Guifei and never left for a moment, his eyes revealed nostalgia.

When he was quietly looking at Yao Guifei, he had already been taken to the execution ground.

After two powerful soldiers pressed their shoulders with both hands, Jun Wenwei knelt down in front of many people.

His gaze was still on his dearest relatives, and he did not leave for a moment.

"Don't stop me, I'm going in."

"Get out of the way, I'm going in."

Yao Guifei and her subordinates pulled the soldiers who stood in front of them.

Although Yao Guifei no longer has any power, she still has an extraordinary title on her head, and those soldiers don't dare to be rough with her, but silently strengthen their strength to block in front of them.

The official in charge of the execution and beheading had already changed his face when he saw these scenes, because he had already seen a lot of such scenes, so he was not surprised, and he did not have the slightest soft-heartedness in his heart.

Time passed little by little, and the sun hanging in the sky had gone directly above, and the warm sunlight drove away the cold on everyone's bodies, but it couldn't drive away the cold in the hearts of the two people.

During this time, both of them were tormented in their hearts.

The power of the Desert King has been uprooted, and on this day's execution ground, it can be described as calm, and there is no sign of anything to happen.

When it was three o'clock in the afternoon, the warden sitting above picked up a token under the reminder of his subordinates.

Jun Wenwei, who was kneeling below, also heard the reminder of his subordinates, looked at his mother, and his eyes were full of sadness: "Mother, the child can no longer accompany you in the future, it is the child's unfilial piety, and the mother must live well in the future, don't be sad for the child."

"No, I don't. My lord, I beg you to spare my son, and I beg you to spare my son's life. Yao Guifei was heartbroken to the extreme, and then she began to beg the indifferent supervisor above.

Everyone next to them was also dyed with a layer of sadness in their hearts, and they were all a little sad for the concubine next to them.

"It's noon, immediately execute and behead."

The above-mentioned indifferent supervisor can ignore this, he will only do things according to the matter.

The executioner, who had been given the order, took a bowl of wine and poured it into his mouth, and then sprayed it on the large knife in his hand.

The broadsword shone coldly under the spray of spirits, which made people feel chilled when they looked at it.

"Mother, take care."

At the moment when the big knife was cut down, Jun Wenwei said goodbye to Yao Guifei, his eyes were very nostalgic, as if he wanted to carve her appearance into his heart.

"No ......"

The moment she saw her son cut off his head, Yao Guifei's eyes widened, her eyes seemed to explode, and they were full of red bloodshots.

screamed sadly, Yao Guifei's mind went blank, and her whole body softened.

The two maids beside her hurriedly reached out to support her, with sad looks on their faces.

On the execution ground, Jun Wenwei's eyes were wide with his head and body separated, and the nostalgia of the last moment before death was still in his eyes.

After Jun Wenwei's death, because an order had already been issued from above, the supervisor directly ordered someone to move the body back and let the person who specialized in stitching the body and head sew the head back to his neck, which can be regarded as leaving him a whole corpse.

When he sewed his head back to his neck, Jun Wenwei, who had already closed his eyes, was pale, and there was a break on his neck, and there was a silk thread sewn on the fracture.

After the head was sewn up, the supervisor immediately sent someone to send the body back to Yao Guifei's current home.

When a person who commits such a crime dies, he should be thrown into a mass grave and let wild animals eat it, so that no bones can be left when he dies. He was able to pick himself up and send it back to his mother for burial, and that was a good ending.

It was almost evening, Yao Guifei, who had already returned to her bed, was awakened and sat up suddenly.

"Wei'er, Wei'er is dead, my Wei'er is dead." Yao Guifei, who woke up, hid her face and cried bitterly.

For her son to die in front of her, Yao Guifei found it difficult for her to accept.

The maid who was waiting outside heard the cry of her master inside, and finally pushed the door open and walked in.

Seeing her master crying so sadly, she couldn't help crying when she came to the bedside.

"Niangniang, don't be sad, this is what the young master doesn't want to see in the spirit of heaven."

She comforted her master, but the comforted master cried even more sadly.

Looking at the master who was crying more and more sad, the maid didn't know what to do.

She didn't know how to be good, she suddenly thought of a little, and then said to the sad master: "Niangniang, they sent the young master's body back."

As soon as she heard that her son's body had been sent back, Yao Guifei grabbed the maid's hand, and her crying words were full of eagerness: "Where is he?" Where's my son? ”

"Don't worry, young master, he is in the hall now."

Since the corpse was returned, she immediately asked the housekeeper to start handling the young master's funeral, so that the main hall has now become a mourning hall covered with white cloth.

Knowing that her son's body was in the main hall, Yao Guifei immediately pushed away her maid and stumbled towards the door, not even caring if she didn't wear any shoes under her feet.

"Slow down, mother." Seeing her mother stumbling out of the house, her personal maid also hurriedly shouted and ran out.

When she rushed into the main hall, Concubine Yao saw the coffin in front of the mourning hall.

"Wei'er, Wei'er." Yao Guifei stumbled to the coffin, and was deeply caressed by her son's face, the movement was very gentle, and her eyes were full of thick tenderness.

"Wei'er, it's not dark yet, don't sleep, get up and see your mother."

She seemed to have been greatly mentally shocked, and the whole person was immersed in her own world, unwilling to accept that her son was dead.

The personal maid who ran in behind her saw this, and her face was already blurred with tears.

"Mother, don't do this."

The maid hugged her master's arm and cried.