The curvature of the corners of Zi Mucheng's lips deepened, "In the future, in the Beilan Imperial Capital, there will be no smokers." ”

"When is it going to be chopped?"

"Tomorrow."

"Okay, I'll go and see."

She's looking forward to it.

The last time I went to see the beheading, I was to see Tang Qing, but unfortunately, something went wrong.

I just hope that this time there won't be any more mistakes.

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Execution day.

The decapitation place is still the noon gate.

The supervisor is still the Emperor of Yangou.

The weather was very hot, and Emperor Yangou was wearing a heavy dragon robe, even though it was made of ice silk that could cool off the heat, he still felt hot and sweaty.

"Oh, it's hot, it's hot."

Emperor Yangou's whole person looked extremely irritable, and the little palace maid next to him kept playing a fan in the back.

It's a pity that this little breeze can't satisfy him anymore.

He simply snatched the fan and fanned himself hard, "Hurry up, cut off your head!" After the cut, I can avoid the summer villa. ”

Facts have proved that Emperor Yangou will never be able to stop.

Mediocrity is synonymous with him.

No, this month, I got out the abandoned summer resort and rebuilt it.

The cost is huge.

In particular, there is an underground ice storage very close to the ground, and the walls and pillars are filled with ice. The melon and fruit drinks are all chilled.

Even.

The palace maids who serve in the summer resort, the dancing dancers, and the singing singers are all wearing only tulle, which is unusually cool.

"Yes, Your Majesty—"

As he spoke, the eunuch who accompanied him, holding his hands in his hands, presented the order to behead the eunuch.

Emperor Yan Dog twitched it casually, looked impatient, and then threw it in the air.

The prison order drew a gorgeous arc in mid-air, and then with a "click", it landed next to the children of the Yan family who were tied into zongzi and knelt in a row.

Kneeling in the center are Yan Ruomeng and the Lord of the Smoke Pavilion.

Yan Ruomeng was devastated by the big game, so he was covered in blood at this moment, wilted, his head was drooping, his face was pale, the blood was almost out of phase, and his throat overflowed with intermittent moans.

The Smoke Pavilion Lord is no better.

Because, the mental blow is much more painful than the physical blow. This old guy who has been proud all his life has lost even half of his self-esteem at this moment, and he has been completely crushed! The eyes are blank, and the soul seems to be emptied!

"Slash!"

The moment the prison order landed.

Accompanied by a chant.

Immediately afterwards, a whole row of executioners raised the long knives in their hands, aimed at the heads underneath, and cut them down fiercely!

A succession of "poof" and "poof" sounds.

Blood splattered out.

Like a blooming blood rose.

There are hundreds of people in the Yan family, all of whom are connected, and the small half of the sky is dyed blood red.

Zi Qianmo looked at this scene, still expressionless.

In my heart, there are no waves.

In cold blood?

She didn't think so.

Since he has become a mortal enemy with the Yan family, he must be uprooted. Once you show mercy, you will become a problem in the future.

She doesn't have that much human empathy.

She only cares about the Purple Family.

It is her bounden duty to cut off the enemy for the Zi family.

Before the head of the Yan Pavilion Lord hit the ground, he felt an extremely cold and indifferent gaze, and subconsciously faced it, it was Zi Qianmo.

The smoke pavilion master's heart trembled.