This must not be true, how did Agu know that she had a son.

"Madam, Brother Yuan is too busy, don't blame him," Ah Gu changed his words, "Madam, Ah Gu is leaving, the child will please you." Agu said as he knelt down for Qing Huan.

Qing Huan looked at her and didn't reach out to help.

"Madam, Agu has never begged you for anything. This is the only one thing, please help me raise him. Agu kowtowed as she spoke, and soon blood oozed from her forehead, but she didn't mean to stop yet.

Qing Huan already knew in her heart that this must not be true, Agu was dead, and the person in front of her was not her.

Agu kept kowtowing, and the blood was getting more and more. Qing Huan knew that this was a dream, but he couldn't bear it in his heart, and said, "Don't knock, I promise you that it is." ”

She stopped, and the blood on her face was gone, and then she smiled, folded her clothes, and put them in the box, and said, "Madame, I should go, and you must take care." ”

Ah Gu's body became transparent and quickly disappeared, and Qing Huan wanted to reach out to grab it, but heard the sound of a rooster crowing in the distance.

When she opened her eyes, it was a dream. It was not the sound of a rooster crowing, but the cry of a child.

Qing Huan got up, coaxed the child, and walked to the place where the boxes were also placed in the house. As soon as I opened it, there was a box full of clothes, all of which were sewn by Agu with stitches and threads.

Qing Huan looked at the child in his arms and said to himself: "Your mother is reluctant to let you go over, so she has to come to beg me." Since I promised your mother," she paused, looking out the window at the brightening sky, "I'm going to live well." ”

She washed carefully little by little, chewed her breakfast slowly, and slowly moved to the east gate step by step, one pedestrian after another hurriedly passed by, and bursts of laughter and noisy sounds came to her ears, and she seemed to be excluded from this prosperous world.

By the time she reached the east gate, the execution ground had already been filled with crowds waiting to see the excitement. She held the child and stood at the very edge of the crowd.

Time passed little by little, and the chief criminal officer, officers and executioners, like a group of death, entered one after another. Not long after, the sound of a chariot was heard in the distance, carrying a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

The prisoner cart walked in front of him, and Qing Huan's eyes did not move with it. She stood blankly in the torrent with her eyes closed, and she didn't even notice that Fucang was standing beside her.

Fu Cang changed his attitude of watching the drama in the past, and only stood quietly next to her, as if he wanted to protect her.

She took a deep breath and opened her eyes. The row of kneeling people on the torture table, everyone she knew so well. The once mighty General Jianwu, the high-spirited Qin Ming, and the so innocent Han Shuang. Although they were on the torture platform, there was no fear on their faces.

After the chief criminal officer finished counting the names and reading the guilt, it was just time for him to take out the chopping card. Qing Huan was in a noisy environment and heard the sound of the token landing, "pop", the sound was so clear that it went straight to the bottom of his heart and was engraved in his mind.

General Jianwu knelt on the ground, looked up at the sky, and shouted one last time: "The sky can be learned, and one day I will return the innocence of the Qin family." ”

Qing Huan also looked up at the sky, the sun was so dazzling, but it couldn't illuminate the darkness in this world. She clenched her teeth, one hand was clenched into a fist, her nails were pinched into the flesh and she didn't feel pain, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, and she fell to the ground with the heads of the Qin family.

People are swordsmen, I am fish and meat, and from then on, there are only two words left in her heart: revenge.

In a tall building near the execution ground, there stood a tired Li Yan, looking at Qinghuan in the crowd.

After the execution, the heads of General Jianwu and Qin Ming were hung at the city gate to show the public, as an example. The bones of others were thrown into the wild.

Qing Huan held the child in his arms and sat in the carriage brought by Fucang, and went out of the city directly from the east gate. When he arrived at the Nameless Temple, Fu Cang said to Qing Huan in silence: "I'll ask someone to collect her bones and send them here in a while." ”

Qing Huan did not answer, but went directly into the temple to find Xiao Tao. Xiao Tao wears linen and filial piety, and has been guarding the spirit here for six days.

Tomorrow is the first seven days of Agu, and as soon as the first seven days pass, let her be buried with Han Shuang.

Qing Huan carried the child to Agu's coffin and said, "Agu, I promised you, I will definitely do it, you can go with confidence." ”

As soon as the words fell, a gust of wind blew, and the flame of the incense candle jumped, as if it was Agu's response to her.

At night, Fu Cang really brought someone to transport Han Shuang's coffin. Qing Huan didn't thank them, just looked at them silently and parked the coffins of the two together.

"I found a place outside the city where I could bury them." Fu Cang said to her.

"Why are you helping me?" Qing Huan asked coldly.

Fu Cang laughed: "I'm just bored. ”

Qing Huan knew that Fu Cang would not be kind enough to help her. But she wouldn't refuse Fucang's help, no matter what the purpose.

On the first seven days, they kept watch in the monastery for a day, and no one else came. Only that night, because the child was crying, when Qing Huan got up to coax him, he found Yuan Chao standing in front of the coffin.

Qing Huan could only see his back, only to see him replace the incense candle that was about to go out, and then stroked Agu's coffin lightly, and then turned around and left, as if he had never been there.

The next day of the funeral, a monk in the temple helped to carry the two coffins into the car and transport them to the burial place.

Qing Huan followed behind the car, and Xiao Tao sprinkled paper money as she walked. When they arrived at the place, the monks buried the two of them, built a grave with stones, burned paper to turn money into money, and left one after another.

The sky was overcast, and Qinghuan sat in front of the grave, letting her tears burst the embankment. The two closest people in the world have now said goodbye to her.

In the past, the voices and faces of the two appeared in front of them, like foam, and then they shattered one after another, leaving only a handful of loess, left in this vast world.

After a while, it began to rain. The rain wet Qinghuan's hair, wet her clothes, and fell to the ground and turned into muddy water. It's muddy everywhere, and it's hard to walk.

The surrounding grass is overgrown, and except for the sound of rain, only the sound of Xiao Tao sobbing can be heard. It was dim and you could only see the light of the burning paper, dancing in the rain and soon being extinguished.

There was only one rain curtain left in the world, and Qing Huan sat in it and sang: One voice, one more. The loess in the east of the city is close to the new grave, and the heaven and earth are a lonely lamp.

Dreams are hard to come true, and hatred is hard to peace. Life and death are not up to others, and creation makes the common people live.

Farewell, Frost, farewell, Agu.

May your spirits in heaven bless me and avenge this great hatred.