On the tenth day of October, the capital was overcast.

The autumn wind blows, and people can't open their eyes.

Outside the gate of the East Palace, on a platform made of white marble, four white veils were blown into flags by the wind.

Although it is not yet winter, no matter how you look at it, you feel that it is going to snow this day.

In the prison of Dali Temple, Mu Jinchen changed into a white dress.

His long inky hair, with only a white ribbon, was tied back at the back of his head.

But even so, it can't hide his innate noble temperament.

just casually drank a glass of guillotine wine, and he couldn't eat other meals.

He didn't know what was going on outside.

He didn't want to die, and he wasn't reconciled.

However, he didn't want to see those he cared about dying for him.

Such contradictory emotions have been entangled in his heart since he entered this cell.

And now, the time has come, and he has to go out and face all the possibilities outside.

Although he had already thought that it would be heavy soldiers who came to escort him.

But when ten soldiers in armor and grimace masks entered the cell and chained him.

His brow furrowed slightly.

He had never seen the costumes of these people, and he could see that these people were all masters.

There is simply no room for resistance.

A special set of shackles that runs from the neck to the wrists and the ankles below.

No matter how high his martial arts are, there is no possibility of escape.

However, inside his sleeve, there was still a silver needle that Shen Yan gave him when he came in last time.

Although he didn't know if he could use it again, he was still ready at any time.

Moreover, those needles were given to him by Shen Yan, and he took them with him, as if Shen Yan was still with him.

It was an invisible force that made him move forward fearlessly.

At the moment when Mu Jinchen's feet stepped out of the gate of the prison.

Suddenly snowflakes fell in the sky.

Raise your head, the dark gray dome, pressed low.

Looking at the sad Zhang Fusheng standing at the door of the cell, Mu Jinchen chuckled.

Master Zhang must be having a hard time these days.

Not only did nothing be found, but no one was even able to check it.

It's also difficult for him to seek truth and truth.

As soon as he saw the prince smiling at himself, Zhang Fusheng knelt on the ground with a puff.

Minister, incompetent.

Just said these three words with the shape of his mouth, and after that, he lowered his head deeply.

He couldn't even win a fair trial for the prince.

That's it, there is no confession, there is no drawing, pull it out and ask for it.

Where is the royal law? Where is morality?

He Zhang Fusheng has been in charge of Dali Temple for several years, and it seems that it is time to resign and return to his hometown.

With heavy steps, under the guard of 100 people, Mu Jinchen came out of the Dali Temple and walked on the road to the execution ground.

On both sides of the road were heavily armed guards, and on both sides of the road stood the people of the capital who came to see the excitement.

Mu Jinchen thought that as soon as he came out, he would be thrown eggs and rotten vegetables.

The result was surprisingly quiet.

They are probably thinking, Lord Wang, you are already the regent above 10,000 people under one person, why do you want to kill the emperor and rebel.

However, the merits of the prince still existed, and the people of Zhongzhou all spontaneously knelt on the ground because of their respect for the prince.

This scene was unexpected by Mu Jinchen.

It was as he swept his gaze across the crowd that he saw in the midst of the pile of people with their heads bowed.

Shen Yan was looking at himself from afar.

She was dressed in a very low-key coarse cloth garment, and she did not cover her face with anything, she was like that, unobtrusive, and did not shy away from looking at him.

Mu Jinchen's throat was sour.

What does Yeon'er want to say? And what does she want to do?

Will she be spotted when she appears on the street in broad daylight like this?

There were thousands of worries in his heart, but he couldn't even say a word.

The road to the execution ground was getting closer and closer, and he could see the execution table specially prepared for him.

And the snow in the sky is drifting more and more rapidly, and it is falling heavier and heavier.

The cold north wind, with snowflakes, makes people unable to open their eyes.

When he turned around to look at Shen Yan again, she was no longer there.

It's like she's never been there.

For a moment, Mu Jinchen felt that he might have hallucinated just now.

But when he looked up and looked around, the buildings around him, and the empty alleys.

He was keenly aware that after a while, something would happen.

Because the road is really not very long, after walking for a short time, the execution table is in front of you.

The prisoners were also those ministers of military aircraft who saw him kill the monarch with their own eyes.

The emperor did not appear, and Bai Qiuzhu did not appear either.

However, this does not mean that the emperor does not attach importance to this execution.

Thousands of guards surrounded the execution ground, three layers inside and three layers outside.

On the walls of the palace, there are archers on standby.

This posture is not like a decapitation at all, but like a ready to fight at any time.

That's it.

Step by step, Mu Jinchen walked up the steps.

According to the rules, at this time, the shackles on his body must be opened.

However, instead of striking the shackles, the other end of the chain was locked to a steel ring embedded in the top of the platform.

This lock, Mu Jinchen also knows, this is from the hands of the best locksmith in the court.

No weapon can cut it off.

If you want to open it, you can only use a key, and there are three more keys for this key.

It's like telling him that he couldn't save you, one person saved you, one person died, ten people saved you, and ten people died.

In this way, the public execution seems to be giving a chance to the person who wants to save him. In fact, it was cut off from any possibility that he could be taken away.

Due to the bad weather today, the sundial can't even see the hour.

As soon as the people on the beheading stage discussed, they directly read out the crimes of the prince.

Then he threw an arrow on the ground.

It doesn't matter what time or hour is there.

The wind and snow are so big, hurry up and deal with the emperor.

Seeing the arrow landing, an executioner with a naked upper body and a big waist with a red silk tied around his waist walked up to the execution platform with a big knife.

Mu Jinchen was in a very complicated mood at the moment.

He has worked hard for Zhongzhou and the imperial court all his life, and he has thought of many possible ways to die, but he has not thought about any of them.

And whether he will die here today, he doesn't know.

Time passes by second.

Just as the executioner slowly raised the glittering silver broadsword.

In the wind and snow, the sound of a pipa resounded in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, there is the woman's high-pitched drama.

"You said that the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River and the lonely sky sacrifice in the north. Who pays attention to the new tomb of the barren mound, the historian has already put pen to paper......"