Chapter 1325: Snow, or Snow Ember (5)

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The majestic soldier, like a vigorous poplar tree, stood straight in front of him, looking at his nephewโ€”

- Jun Xiao and Min Huixian's eldest son, Min Yichen.

"Take prisoners!".

Jun Xiaoting's slightly bloodshot and reddened eyes did not have the slightest emotion of pity, only eternal hostility, and for the drug lords, he only had unforgivable hostility.

But the picture in his eyes is forever frozen in such a picture.

Jun Xiaoyan's son Min Yichen, also known as Shangguang Kunta, raised his hand and surrendered to him, and behind him was his daughter Xiao Ai, who was already asleep, and Qin Jin, who was holding Xiao Ai.

Shang Xiang's adopted son......

Jun Xiaoting had a mouthful of grief and indignation in his throat, like old blood, overflowing his throat but unable to spit it out.

The soldiers were waiting for them, and at this moment, behind Jun Xiaoting, more than a dozen armed special police officers of the Southern Umbrella rushed up, buckled Shang Guangkun Pagoda from behind, and the man in the black leather trench coat maintained an elegant, noble posture from beginning to end, handsome and charming appearance, without a trace of embarrassment of a prisoner.

Shang Guang Kunta was detained, step by step to the police who were waiting for him, and waiting for him in the police car will be the public trial of the Yunzhou Supreme Court in the far southeast, and the final death sentence.

The death penalty, only the death penalty, depends on whether it is lethal injection, hanging, shooting, or electric chair.

Jun Xiaoting Finally, through the wireless walkie-talkie, he reported the situation to the president as soon as possible, "Your Excellency President Jun Lintian, Shang Guang Kunta voluntarily surrendered to the Far Eastern government and has been taken into custody in the felony detention room of Nanumbrella City Prison. โ€

At that end, Jun Lintian, who was still working in the confinement recuperation villa area of Demu Hospital, only gave one sentence, "General Jun Xiaoting, please immediately inform Shang Guang Kunta's parents of Governor Jun Xiaoyan and Secretary of State Min Huixian about this matter, they have the right to know." โ€

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King's Landing Love was sent to the Republic of Demu, Aster Manor.

Qin Jin was in charge of guarding Shang Guang Kun Pagoda when she was about to be executed.

In the grassland behind the Demu Manor, there is a large sea of purple flowers, but it is not lavender, but aster - aster, a kind of wild chrysanthemum, which was Shang Xiang's favorite flower back then.

Qin Jin looked at King's Landing Ai sleeping in his bedroom at this moment, the fierce man frowned tightly, and had mixed feelings, because he saw the diamond ring on King's Landing Love's hand.

So he knew that when he was in France, they were married.

In this life, he can't get her heart, and the only thing he can do is the person who guards her.

Qin Jin was very uncomfortable, and walked to the terrace in vain, the terrace on the second floor, below is the vast sea of aster flowers, the sea of flowers extends to the depths of the sunset, and the servants wearing pagoda hats are cutting out weeds in them.

In fact, it is very similar to the lavender estate in Grasse.

Aster Flower Discourse - Reminiscence.

Qin Jin looked at the time, it was five o'clock in the afternoon, presumably at this time, Jun Xiaoyan and Min Huixian had already arrived at the South Umbrella Prison to see the eldest son for the last time.

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South Umbrella, State Penitentiary.

After 19 years, the separated family was reunited.

Two hours after the surrender of Shangguang Kunta to the government of the Far East.

Min Huixian shed tears and dragged her heavy steps to the felon's detention room at the end of the corridor, while Jun Xiaoyan in front of her had a complex and boundless expression.

The heavy iron door opened, and Shang Guang Kunta sat at the table, with a bright spotlight above his head, and two policemen with guns in the detention room.