She could only watch like this, watching her uncle's figure pass by in front of her, walk down the long street, and disappear into the end of the mist's rolling sight. She cried, for the first time in so many days, and she knew that it was the last sight her uncle had left in her eyes, and she knew that it was the final summary of her uncle's ten years of nurturing kindness.

Although her uncle embezzled her family property, and although her uncle's wife made things difficult for her in every way, her uncle's doting on her, his kindness to her, and his fatherly care for her never faded. Looking at the old and stiff back of his uncle who finally disappeared in front of him, Lin Xuanchen couldn't believe it anyway, it was the end of the uncle who was once as tall as a mountain.

It was impossible for her to know at this time that this was not Zhao Guangchong's final at all, it was just the darkest moment in the life of this Chongwang Lord. From the morning of March 18 in the first year of Heisei to be escorted across the long Chongwenmen Street, the longest three years of his life came. He and many of his relatives thought that this was the end of his own helplessness, but the heavens and some people who were unwilling to give up did not think so.

Zhao Guangchong's final is not waiting for the emperor's grace to amnesty the world, or the emperor's life to rehabilitate Zhaoxue, let alone another counterattack after the decline of imperial power, what he finally waited for was just the bribery of his niece Lin Xuanchen and the theft of his unfilial son, his final fate was just to spend his old age in the company of Zhao Yuheng, in the dead of night, looking up at the starry sky, writing a few neat quatrains, and lamenting his ups and downs for half his life. He was able to die a good death, but he did not expect that most of the people who were taunting and insulting him here today did not have such luck, he was almost as if he was dead at this time, and he did not expect that in the future, these jailers, generals and other "great masters" who treated him harshly would envy him as a prisoner at the end of their lives.

He and his wife have not been able to look down on a sister-in-law who is ready to practice, and they can serve him wholeheartedly to the end in the future, life is like a play, the world is like chess, and at this time it is considered that the most depressed end is just before dawn, the last darkness.

However, how many people in the world can support the dawn?

He is gone, temporarily leaving the center of this turbulent power vortex, and those behind him who are good at flattery, filling their own pockets, using three points to do things, and all the others are used for gambling, such as the Qingke, the staff, the subordinates, the little servants, etc., will completely bid farewell to this flowery world.

Zhao Guangchong's car walked in front, and the Qingke behind slowly followed, without Zhan Guang, Bu Guxiu's Qingke team seemed very low-grade, and everyone in the prisoner car was the same as Zhao Guangchong, with blank eyes and gray hair, and did not make any sound when passing through the long flowery street on this gloomy morning. The souls of these people have long been numb and decayed, the grievances of these people have long been tortured by the jailers and turned into solidified stones that remain in the stomach forever, and all the screaming strength of these people has been consumed in prison as long as they are gone, and in the hearts of these people, they have already regarded themselves as four people.

The severed noodles and the Yongjue wine have all been eaten, so what else can you expect?

Perhaps, they can still hope to appreciate the pain of another person before they die?

The queue of Chongwangfu is long, just as it used to be luxurious, how long it is at this time, all the family members in a palace, except for a "lost" Zhao Yuheng, a "amnesty" Zhao Guangchong, all of them will have their heads cut off, and just behind the team of Chongwangfu, there is an even larger team, surging from Chongwenmen.

This team is simply a battle formation composed of prisoner carts, the dense prison carts almost occupy the field of vision, and the wheels run over the slippery bluestone pavement and make a rolling sound, at first glance, it actually has a little momentum of army gathering. The prison carts swarmed out, and the swords-wielding jailers almost made the color of the soap suit spread into a river. Lin Xuanchen glanced at the person sitting in the prisoner car headed by her, and after just one glance, she looked away without interest, she didn't recognize that person, she had never seen it, she was afraid that except for today's glance, she and this person would never have anything to do with each other.

However, Han Shuang obviously didn't think so, he rode his horse back very solemnly, and when he reached the middle of the road, he intercepted the leading prisoner cart, and the entire convoy stood still at this moment, and when he cautiously took out the holy decree, even the people on both sides were quiet.

Lin Xuanchen sniffled and sniffed out the solemn atmosphere in the air that was far more solemn than just now. is completely different from the casualness of the "verdict" Zhao Guangxiong, this time, whether it is Han Shuang or Han Shuang, the holy decree in the hands seems to be desperately rendering the irresistible imperial prestige, and the justice and necessity of the judgment at this moment.

In the mist, a trace of ripples slowly appeared, and a faint wind pressure was born in the ripples, Lin Xuanchen was a little moved, more like the people around him. Thousands of searching eyes fell on the face of the middle-aged greasy uncle in the prison car, but no one could recognize this person from his impression of the prince or even from the portrait, and if he was not the prince, then why should he be sentenced more solemnly than Zhao Guangchong?

This "mysterious" man sat in the prison car, his face full of resentment, like a resentful woman in the boudoir, like a keyboard warrior of Gabrieule in a certain era, he pursed his thick lips, and his thin and deformed face tried to support a look of unyielding death, but in the eyes of the people, he was just a stubborn donkey in human form. Thousands of pairs of eyes didn't get an answer from him, so they moved to Han Shuang's body, and Han Shuang seemed to hold the yellow and dazzling holy decree high, as if the Emperor of Heaven had passed on the gospel of purifying the world, and accentuated his tone word by word, reading the holy decree determined by Emperor Yue "according to the essence of the edict":

"Fengtian carrier, the emperor said: The traitor Zhao Guangshu is tied to the last generation of the abolished prince. The original rebelled against the emperor, misbehaved, removed the title of the prince, and was confined in the mansion of Fengdu Soul Refining Mountain, hoping that he could repent and reform himself, but his thief heart did not die, and the above prince's private collection of forbidden treasures in the palace, bribed and lured the previous Chongwang Zhao Guangchong, so that he hid stolen goods, secretly bought divine soldiers, and raised military salaries. The first emperor was furious, and I was also deeply afraid that his words and deeds would be worse than those of the world, so I made a special edict: Merge the Inner Penal Division with the Penal Department, stick the rod, and escort him to the execution ground outside the imperial city, and burn him at the stake, and all the remaining ashes and clothes will be eliminated in the boiling lime, and all the bandits he gathers will be immediately executed, and the female dependents will be executed with a cane at the same time.

When the holy decree was read, the people were in an uproar, not to mention others, even Lin Xuanchen, looking at Uncle Zhao Guang's eyes again, changed and became hateful and hateful. "It turned out to be you!" she gritted her teeth and said, "It's because of you! Because of you, a heinous bastard, the entire Chongwang Mansion has also been ruined!

Zhao Guangxiong, the Chongwang who had long since passed away, would not have heard the monstrous abuse of the people against his close brother Zhao Guangshu, and would not have seen countless rotten vegetable leaves wrapped in the battle qi of the water attribute and smashed in the face of this former crown prince. Of course, even if he saw it at this time, he just snorted coldly, the square and upright Chongwang, helping Uncle Zhao Guang was just out of family affection, and he really knew what he was doing behind his back, so he was afraid that he would be the first to be stunned.

Uncle Zhao Guang, "I still know how to lose", if it weren't for his arrogant face of claiming to be the prince, and seeing him for the first time, then a cowardly and bloated person might not dare to bully him as proudly as he did later. Qiu Ruhai is actually responsible, but he is stupid and uses the wrong method, his abuse and tyranny of the previous prince is just like treating a disobedient child, relying on high-pressure means to make him afraid, retreat, and change his mind, but Uncle Zhao Guang himself is a high-minded and arrogant guy, and then being treated like that can only accelerate his rebellion, and in the end, it evolved into a catastrophe that affected the king and wiped out the family.

And in this catastrophe, the real victims are those innocent people-

For example, after Han Shuang finished reading the holy decree as if ritually, the sound of a bright gong sounded again in the Western-style pavilion outside Chongwen Gate. An official wearing a red hat and a soap coat appeared at the gate of the fence, opened the bronze chain on the fence with an old key that looked at the mountain and was stained with blood, and opened the fence with his own hands, which was the shack at this time. After three gongs, he shouted in a hoarse voice and announced the official start of the sale to the thousands of people who rushed over.

"Cheap slaves open the market!"

He roared, coughed lightly, and then announced the rules of the sale in a slightly smaller voice than before.

"Chongwang's family, specially approved by the imperial court, everything that can be sold is here! Officials retreat, blue clothes (dark blue clothes, referring to the big officials in power) and family members are strictly forbidden to participate, and violators will be punished as 'great disrespect'! Red clothes (big red clothes, nobles, idle officials, bachelors, and other non-powerful people) are preferred, black clothes (black gold and silver trimmed clothes, squires, commoner rich households) and commoners are postponed, many people compete, and those with high rank will win! The price is clearly marked, and there will be no counteroffer! The official family is a guarantee, Tong Suo is not bullied, Tong Suo is not bullied!" This official was still serious at the beginning, but when he got to the back, he had a bit of the tone of a fruit seller in the market, and when he roared, the people around him laughed, and the whole scene gradually became lively, which set off more and more the desolation of the women standing on the high square stools. These women originally had nothing to do with Zhao Guangshu's ambition to the death match of the Jinluan Palace, and they may not be able to cross the high threshold of the palace in their lives, but at this time, they were forced to pay for the ambition and tyranny of a waste prince, with their bodies, with their lives, and with their human dignity.

Among these innocent women, the most expensive Mrs. Wang, Mrs. Li, Fan Daier, Qiu Wen and others, want dozens of gold, in the context of the overall decline of commerce in the south of the country, and the price of rice is cheap and expensive, hundreds of thousands of copper yuan, that is, the asking price of hundreds of thousands of units of purchasing power, is definitely not something that ordinary people or even ordinary rich people can afford, and there are not many people in this world who can throw hundreds of thousands of dollars for a maid and servant, and even if they do, they don't know how to spend the money on the daughter of a criminal minister who doesn't know whether they still maintain their chastity, instead of spending it on the female slaves carefully cultivated by the exquisite country, and people like the grandmother of the guard yard are only ten silver, a difference of hundreds of times between the two. Ordinary rich peasants, or small merchants with a little savings at home, can afford this money, but who wants to spend money to buy a gray-haired old woman? Therefore, the cheapest and most expensive are rarely cared for, and the real gunners are not too outstanding first-class maids like Huiwen, Ni Wen, Shishu, and Musk Yue, and under the price ranging from tens of silver to a few gold, they are young faces, clean bodies, good bodies, and the experience of serving princes and nobles, as well as their vision for a luxurious life. These women were likely to become the collection of the local tyrants and squires, so after the officials had finished announcing the rules and the last gong sounded, many red canopies crowded forward—

However, the navy blue canopy moved first, blocking the red guys on both sides. There are not many navy blue canopies, and these canopies were carefully put away before entering the shed, revealing all kinds of faces under the canopy, these faces are round, fat and thin, but they all have the same expression, full of spring breeze pride.

The leader is Zhan Guang, who has "the skill of helping the dragon".

The moment Zhan Guang's face was revealed, a flame-colored battle aura appeared on Lin Xuanchen's body in the distance: "That person!" She pointed at Zhan Guang very rarely, very unladylikely: "He is his uncle, that is, the chief staff of Lord Chong, he-"

"What else, the seller seeks glory. Hell's tone sounded very indifferent, but the way he pressed the handle of the knife behind his back showed that he was not as indifferent as he said.

Lin Xuanchen flattened her mouth and didn't speak, she watched Zhan Guang take a group of people in dark blue court clothes and a few people in red court clothes who might have been invited before, stepping on red felt into the foreign pavilion, when the last person entered the foreign pavilion, the exquisite wooden door of the foreign pavilion was slowly closed, not locked, only a team of eight chain mail infantry guarded outside.

Lin Xuanchen looked away and turned to the fence shack, she stared at the dazzling words "eighty silver" on the price code banner in front of Huiwen's group of female slaves for a second, and then said to the prison: "The penultimate group, the group of second-class maids in the palace, Huiwen, Musk Yue, Ni Wen...... Three people, buy them all!"

She reported her names one by one, but stopped behind "Ni Wen", and the word "Autumn Pattern" finally did not come out.