The evening clouds gradually closed, the crowd dispersed a little, the sunset slowly lay into the sunken mountain bed, the twilight clouds moved, covering the gray silk handkerchief for the afterglow of sleeping in the coffin, and the sky at the end of the month, inadvertently, gradually sank.

The child on the ground crawled slowly, like a bloody snail, carrying heavy chains, and slowly moving forward.

The black eaves are hooked, the evening breeze lifts the heavy willow leaves, and turns from the end, and the lotus flowers of Li Hui Lake blow as if they are about to be gone, swaying, and there are one or two small buds at the bottom, which are blown by the wind and rain last night, curling up, swaying in the wind. The sunset stained the leaves and branches, and the thick twilight invaded the cornices and corners of Chaoluan Street, and the drapes hanging from the shops floated up to the roof, obscuring the evening sun, and then fell down after a while, colliding with the air, making a hoarse sound.

Lian Zhou crawled on the ground, with a large blood stain behind him.

No one knows why this girl is so stubborn, it's obviously a dead end, why do you have to spare so much effort? Still like this, unwilling to give up?

The child's feet were covered in blood, and she propped herself on her elbows as she struggled to move her body.

A few scholars from other places rushed to stand in the crowd, the young scholars who had just entered the capital were still covered with dust, they saw this scene, they couldn't help but be shocked, the benevolence and righteousness described in the scriptures were completely missing in this thousand-year-old capital, and the ancient civilized city that their ancestors admired was not as gentle as they imagined, and their eyes were stinged by blood and brutality.

"You ......" Before the question could be spoken, the young and vigorous scholar was pulled by the sleeve of a flower-haired old man beside him, and the old man sighed softly: "That's the person from the Prime Minister's Mansion." ”

The young scholars naturally knew that the prime minister of the Shangsheng Dynasty was high and powerful, and he covered the sky with one hand, and he was the chief examiner of this imperial examination, so he could not be guilty. The soldier who was grabbed by the old man's sleeve brushed his sleeves, frowning, angry but helpless.

It is not only them who are helpless, but also those people of Yudu who have no clear conscience. They don't dare to say it, but that doesn't mean they don't dare to complain.

Shangsheng is a feudal dynasty standing in the southern continent, the first emperor is reckless, and the war has been fought for many years, so that the Shangsheng treasury is empty, and the people are not happy. However, at the same time, Emperor Tang Yingsheng also paid special attention to rectifying the interior and implementing strict punishment laws, but these strict punishment laws could not harm the interests of the privileged class at all, and only some small officials and small officials were harmed, as well as those small people who had no branches to rely on.

The little people at the feet of the Son of Heaven are the first to bear the brunt.

They don't dare to reprimand, they are afraid that their lives will disappear in an instant, but it does not mean that there is no resentment in their hearts.

But they didn't dare to say more, they just stood there quietly, their expressions blank.

Although the sun is setting, the sky in June is always dimming very slowly, and there is still a faint light in the sky at this moment, which is quietly shining on everyone's body.

The crowd faded away again, and Lian Zhou's eyes couldn't open anymore, and he didn't know what was going on outside him. She was so lilting that she could no longer move. Realizing that she was once again on the line of death, that she would once again sink into the never-ending abyss, she felt an irrepressible twitch in her heart, and suddenly felt fear like never before. She is just an ordinary person, she is still very young, only twenty years old, she still has a lot of things to complete, and there are still many beautiful scenery to explore, at this moment, she really wants to cry, she wants to shout, she wants to beg Meng to play her back, she wants to shout to the front: "I don't want to die!" ”

But she couldn't do anything, and her consciousness became more and more distracted. A whip was drawn, and the child's eyes suddenly became as fanatical as a gambler, and she strained hard, reaching out and grabbing into the air, the warm fabric was tightly held in her hand, and she used her last strength to shout in a hoarse voice: "Help me......"

She has never begged anyone in her life, can this slim call for help bring a different path?

Will she be able to survive?

On the second floor of the Huatang Inn not far from Chunsheng Pavilion, a young man in a snow-white robe frowned, and the wind from the height ruffled the hair on his forehead, revealing a very shallow red mole on his forehead. The boy looked not far away and was exhausted

The girl, whose usually arrogant chin was slightly lowered, and said in a somewhat hurried tone: "Zongqi, don't let her die yet." ”

"But, young master, master he ......"

"You go first, something happened, there is me." The young man's eyes were as heavy as iron, and his speech was extremely fast.

Seeing this, Zongqi knew that it was not good to obstruct it again, so he nodded his head and then turned around, pulled his legs and ran downstairs.

Tang Li lowered his head and watched the girl under him pull at the hem of his clothes, listening to her pleading cry, a smile suddenly appeared on the evil handsome face.

He crouched down and looked deeply at the child in front of him. Her hair was wet with blood, and blood gushed like a fountain from her curled up small body, and she probably knew that she had no hope of survival, but she still did not give up any chance to live, and persevered with extraordinary willpower.

Blood from her head flowed down her face, and her features were blurred like nothing. The stubborn eyebrows and eyes have been buried under the scarlet blood, and nothing can be seen.

In the faint twilight, Tang Li's charming peach blossom eyes were gently picked, and everything was like a new life.

People are watching to see what this Celestial Empire nobleman will do, and now he is the only one who is qualified to argue with the Prime Minister's Mansion. Everyone in Mu Ran couldn't help but hold their breath, their eyes fixed on him.

The picture is stretched thin and long like a lens. In the baptism of everyone's eyes, the Li Wang Ye of the Shangsheng Dynasty slowly stretched out his hand to the child's hand.

Then, tear the bloodied hands apart with all his might.

People's breath stagnated, and gradually regained that wooden look, and some people simply took a step.

The grief and indignation in my heart turned over like that.

Prince Li and the Prime Minister's Mansion have always had a close relationship, how could he be suspicious of a little slave girl.

It's all like this, everything in this world is fake, only power is real, they are officials and lords, who cares about the life and death of our little people.

Tang Li's face was calm at the moment, as if he was not like the unruly prodigal prince on weekdays. He looked down at him, and the girl was pulling the hem of his robe so tightly that he couldn't pull it open anyway.

He smiled lightly, his eyebrows were pure, he reached out and tore off the corner of the clothes he was holding, and then, with one kick, kicked away the two guards of the Meng Mansion, and his white and slender hand slowly stretched forward, and in the shocked eyes of everyone, he picked up the girl covered in blood.

The man's clothes flickered, and he rode his horse towards the palace of Liwang, and the sonorous sound of chains fell into the sound of horses' hooves, intertwined with the fragrant fragrance of lotus flowers in Lihui Lake, and chased them for a long distance.

Under the dusk of the June day, the man on the horse had fluttering clothes, as if he remembered something, and whispered a smile to the unconscious child in his arms: "You girl, put this king's clothes so tightly, this king will pick you up, the hem of your clothes is high, and you can see the underwear, where do you want this king's handsome face to go." The man's face was plated with a fine circle of light by Twilight, and it was soft in the empty street.