The rain in early autumn is getting heavier and heavier, and it falls on the ground and makes a splash, wetting the clothes on the body, and falling on the heart is extremely cold. The square in front of the palace was shrouded in smoke and rain, and all you could see was a drenched world.

Everyone's eyes looked at the small wooden platform in the autumn rain, looking at the two people on the stage, there was a deathly silence all around, I don't know what kind of emotions were infected and controlled, no one spoke, no one moved, just looked like this, eyes through the heavy rain and fog, condensed on the stage.

Hundreds of forbidden troops, masters of the inner court, and those ascetics of the Qing Temple were so nervous and solemn that they were drenched in the rain, like stiff wooden people.

In just an instant, several people had already died in the hands of Lord Xiao Fan, and the most important thing was that the rain was falling so coldly, and they didn't know what kind of emotions were shining in the eyes of the Ninety-Five Supreme at the head of the palace city.

Yan Bingyun had already reacted from the shock when he first saw Fan Xian's figure before, lowered his head, and began to prepare for what might happen next, and ordered the most loyal subordinates around him in a very low voice, these voices were covered up in the rain, and no one heard them, but several secret agents of the Supervision Yuan wearing ordinary clothes had already begun to squeeze in the crowd in the direction of the law field.

In the palace city, the officials and the people were all stunned by the scene where Fan Xian's horse's hooves trampled on blood, drew his sword in the rain, and undressed and covered the old man's body. And the first person to react was He Zongwei, who had the highest status in the palace at this time and was in charge of the prison.

When Fan Xian rode into the sea of people, he had already reacted, and with the fastest speed and the most inconspicuous movement, he quietly left the range of the small wooden platform, and hid his figure behind the officials and guards. Through the many masters, his eyes passed through those wet shoulder hats, looking at Fan Xian's lonely and miserable hugging Chen Pingping's thin body on the small wooden platform, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in He Zongwei's eyes. He just didn't want to die, but he had to let both the old and the young on the wooden platform die.

There are still many people who don't want to die, and at this time, there is a trace of palpitating chill on the ground on the wooden platform. It was so that the cold autumn rain between heaven and earth could not be suppressed, and everyone subconsciously left the wooden platform. Eunuch Yao had already retired to the team, and he didn't want to be the next straw dog used by the little grandfather to sacrifice Chen Pingping.

There were several corpses scattered around the wooden platform, and the blood was quickly diluted by the autumn rain, and the executioner of the criminal department, who was trembling and holding a sharp knife, became the closest person under the wooden steps. He looked at Lord Xiao Fan on the stage and found that Lord Xiao Fan bowed his head deeply and hugged Old Dean Chen tightly in his arms. It seemed that he couldn't perceive any other sounds in the heavens and the earth, and he was full of horror, and quietly retreated towards the wooden platform.

After only two steps back, the executioner's throat snapped and his head fell heavily into the rain. The headless corpse also fell off the stage with a heavy thud.

Everyone around was startled, looking at the stage, only those who had cultivated extremely high could notice that Fan Xian's hand moved slightly at that moment before, and a black dagger flew out, and then fell into the rain.

Fan Xian sat cross-legged on the wooden platform and sat in the eyes of everyone. But it seemed that he didn't feel any gaze at all, he just hugged Chen Pingping's body, buried his head very low, and let the rain spill on his head. The back is slight, and it looks extremely depressed.

The weight of the old man's body in his arms is very light, and holding it in his arms is like holding a ball of wind, which may disperse at any time. Under the slightly messy hair, Fan Xian's pale face twitched slightly. Subconsciously reach out. Grabbed Chen Pingping's cold and old hand and held it tightly. Never let go.

The old man didn't know how much suffering he had experienced in this life, he was disabled for half his life, and his body qi and blood had already exhausted, and when he was Ling Chi today, every time he was stabbed, in addition to the pain, there was not too much blood bursting out, but so many knives tortured him, and the blood still couldn't stop gathering in one place, wetting Fan Xian's black supervision court official uniform on his body, some sticky, some hot, and some hot.

In the autumn rain, Fan Xian gently hugged his thin body, for fear of making him hurt again, and held his cold hand tightly, for fear that he would let him go like this.

"If you don't want to come back, who can let you come back? What are you dragging me in Dongyi City?" Fan Xian whispered in a hoarse voice, his dry lips were white from the rain, and he looked very pitiful, "I've worked hard for whom and who I've been busy for all these years, don't I just want you old guys to leave Kyoto and live a good life, I've been working hard to ......"

"You know I know everything. Fan Xian's head lowered, gently leaning against the old man's wrinkled cheeks, and his body shook gently in the rain, as if he was coaxing the old man in his arms to sleep.

The hand suddenly tightened, and the old man's hand clenched Fan Xiandi's hand hard, but all his life force was no longer even a hand at this time, I don't know if he was reluctant to give up something, or what he was afraid of, in this wind and rain, in the blood and water all over the ground, what he wanted to hold.

Like a knife slowly tearing through his own center of earth, Fan Xian looked at the old man in his arms with cold and fear, knowing that the other party could no longer hold it, he subconsciously clenched that hand, and even his fingers began to turn white and began to ache faintly.

Chen Pingping's cloudy and scattered eyes slowly moved in the rain, and he saw the familiar palace, the sky covered with rain clouds, and the vague figure of the emperor at the head of the palace, but he couldn't see the person's face clearly, and then he saw Fan Xian's face beside him. A smile flashed in the old man's cloudy but clear eyes.

The old man knew that he was leaving the world where he had lived all his life, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he could not hear any sound between heaven and earth clearly, and the light in front of him gradually became some strange shapes.

At this moment, perhaps his legendary life flashed quickly in front of his eyes like a slide, the little eunuch, the East China Sea, the woman, the Inspectorate, the black horseman, another woman, the dead man, the conspiracy. Revenge, all kinds of pictures flashed in front of his eyes, forming a white line that people dare not look at directly. But no one knew what he saw before he died, and what he wanted to see most.

Is it the dirt splashed during the fight in the Chengwang Mansion? Is it a plum blossom in the winter of the Taiping Courtyard? Is it the small fish in the shallow pond that swims freely in the backyard of the square and gloomy building of the Supervision Yuan? Is it a touch of palace shirt in the northern mountains? Or the little boy in the city of Lanzhou who pinned all his emotions and hopes on the rest of his life

In the sound of wind and rain, Chen Pingping suddenly heard some voices again, it was singing, it was a graceful and familiar singing, and it was the singing voice that he had listened to countless times in Chen Yuan. Those concubines are all beautiful, those songs are beautiful, the old man has been up and down in the dark in this life, but he has the most gentle desire to collect beauty and love beauty. If tragedy is to show people the beautiful destruction of the world. In this life, Chen Pingping is only destroying what he thinks is ugly and dirty, throwing himself into ugliness and dirty, and then looking at all beautiful things from afar.

"Who would be happy if they heard the sound of the rain? When I hear the singing, I feel happy...... This is a song that the women in Chen Yuan used to like very much, and it sounded in Chen Pingping's ears again in the wind and rain, he opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at these people in this day and place, listened to this beautiful voice, and his lips moved slightly without blood, as if he was singing along. but he did not make a sound.

Chen Pingping suddenly looked at Fan Xian and asked, "...... the box?"

Fan Xian smiled extremely ugly, and said in the old man's ear: "It's a gun, a firearm that can kill people from a long distance." ”

This is probably Chen Pingping's last question in this life, so he asked it at the last moment. Heard Fan Xian's answer. The old man's eyes lit up slightly, as if he hadn't thought of this answer, a little surprised, and a little relieved, and his throat was ho-ho. Gasping for breath. A look of coldness and arrogance appeared on his face and he said:

"This ...... Thing...... I...... There are also. ”

Fan Xian didn't say anything, just sat in the autumn rain. Gently hugged him, shook his head gently, and felt that the old body in his arms was getting softer and softer, but the old palm that was tightly held in the palm of his hand was getting colder and colder, until the end, there was no longer any temperature.

Chen Pingping died, just in the autumn rain in the arms of the little boy he cherished the most, he knew the truth of the box before he died, and his face still had a cold and arrogant, invincible look.

Fan Xian hugged his gradually cold body, lowered his head and whispered a few words against the old man's cold face, and suddenly felt that the wind and rain in the sky were like knives, cutting his body, making himself extremely painful and unbearable, this pain burst out from his heart, moving towards every inch of skin, like Ling Chi, and finally exploded.

On the small wooden platform in the autumn rain, a loud cry suddenly broke out, crying heartbreaking, crying tearing liver and lungs, crying sadness pressed the autumn rain and did not dare to fall, crying 10,000 people couldn't bear to listen......

In the twenty years since he was reborn, Fan Xian has never cried, and even when his eyes were moist a few times, he was also forcefully pressed down. No one in this world has ever seen him cry, and no one has ever seen him cry so thoroughly, so sadly, and thousands of emotions are all vented in this cry.

Tears couldn't blur his face, but they only washed away all the dust that remained on his face, the dust that the autumn rain couldn't wash.

Just as the autumn rain could not be stopped, tears could not be stopped, and in this way, with endless sorrow poured out of his eyes.

The mournful roar on the small wooden platform of the Dharma field penetrated the autumn wind and autumn rain, spread to every corner of the palace, and pierced into everyone's ears, I don't know how many people's hearts suddenly mourned and chilled.

However, this sound fell on the ears of some people, but it gave rise to a strong fear, and in addition to this, it was a clear signal.

Old Dean Chen finally died.

I don't know if anyone will secretly rejoice or breathe a sigh of relief because of this fact, but none of the officials in the wind and rain showed any emotions on their faces, and sadness may have flashed in some eyes, but more of them maintained solemnity and slight nervousness, and there was a faint sense of sadness in their hearts.

One of the pillars of the Daqing Dynasty was broken in this way, and those civil officials who had been suppressed by the Dark Supervision Yuan for decades were a little relieved, and the civil officials who were like water and fire in the court dispute suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. They seemed to find it difficult to accept this fact for a while, because in their eyes, this terrifying figure covered in black fog seemed to be impossible to die.

Countless people thought of countless pictures because of Chen Pingping's death, about the pictures of Qingguo in the past few decades. No one dares to deny that Chen Pingping has established a meritorious career for the Qingguo country, and in this long scroll of history, those thick black ink masses used to light up the sunshine. It is this person and the Supervision Yuan created by this person, without this ink group, how can this long scroll come from the spirit?

When Fan Xian's cry pierced through the wind and rain and arrived at the head of the palace high above, no one noticed that His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo, who was dressed in a dragon robe and had an imposing imperial spirit, had an extremely subtle movement, and his whole body moved forward slightly, about the distance of two fingers. After a moment, His Majesty the Emperor stiffened his waist again, and kept the distance between his ruthless face and the bloody field in the rain to the original distance.

Surely no one noticed that His Majesty the Emperor's hands hidden in the sleeves of the dragon robe were slowly clenched.

At this moment, look at the old partner who has followed him for decades. When the old servant died, and the old fellow who watched himself die resolutely from an inconspicuous son to the most glorious and powerful man in the world, what did the emperor think in his heart? What did he feel? Was it a kind of emptiness from the deepest depths, or was it an anger that even he himself couldn't explain, and where it came from?

Yan Bingyun, who was at the head of the palace city, lowered his head deeply, lower than all the officials beside him. His body was in the direction of the Dharma field, and through the rain curtain, he could still see Lord Xiao Fan holding the body of the old dean indifferently, and his body trembled slightly. I thought of what the old dean had said to himself in the square building of the Supervision Yuan not long ago.

One day, I am going to die, and Fan Xian will go crazy......

Yan Bingyun Huo Ran raised his head. Took a deep breath. Wiping the rain from his face, he continued to secretly issue orders to all parties. Those secret agents hidden in the crowd watching the execution may strike at any time, compressing the possible madness that may happen next to a minimum. Of course, Yan Bingyun hopes that none of this will happen.

The person died, although Ling Chi's punishment was not completed completely, and the executioner was cut in half by Fan Xianhan's resentment, naturally there was no need to continue. The autumn rain was still falling so sadly, but no one left the square in front of the palace, and everyone seemed to know what might happen next.

The ascetics who surrounded the altar slowly approached the small wooden platform, their hats covering the rain from the sky and the expressions on their faces. Fan Xian didn't seem to sense the danger under the stage, but he was a little ignorant and sat on the wooden platform, he was still holding Chen Pingping's body and didn't put it down.

The tears have been mixed with the rain, and gradually stopped, Fan Xian suddenly stood up, but his body shook a little, it seems that the thousands of miles of galloping for days and nights have made him consume to the extreme, and today's anger and sadness that pierced his heart made his heart a little exhausted.

However, the figure in the rain on the wooden platform shook for a while, but the people around the wooden platform were shocked, and they subconsciously stepped back half a position.

Fan Xian indifferently hugged Chen Pingping's body and walked under the wooden platform, without looking at these people, as if these people just didn't exist.

And these people surrounded the wooden platform, waiting for the order of the Ninety-Five Supreme on the palace.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at this scene under the imperial city with a pale face, extremely complicated emotions flashed in his deep eyes, starting from the hanging temple incident, his appreciation of Fan Xian was based on the foundation that this son was a person who valued love and righteousness, although he didn't expect Fan Xian to rush back today, but he didn't feel strange when he saw this scene.

Even His Majesty the Emperor is not worried, in his heart, he thinks that An Zhi is a poor child who has been deceived by Chen Pingping, the old black dog, probably An Zhi still doesn't know how much Chen Pingping wants to kill him, wants to kill all my sons, and wants me to cut off my children and grandchildren...... But when he looked at Fan Xian's figure, the emperor couldn't help but feel a little sad and angry, sad at what Fan Xian showed, angry at Chen Pingping, an old dog, even if he died, he still easily took away his most beloved son

Just like the woman who has been dead for many years.

The emperor was silent for a long time, and the injuries that he had been forcibly suppressing were gradually cracked due to the agitation of his heart, and blood seeped from his chest and abdomen to the dragon robe outside, which was extremely thrilling.

He flicked his sleeves and left the palace with an indifferent face.

Under the palace, Fan Xian held Chen Pingping's body, left the small wooden platform soaked with rain and blood, and walked in the direction of the west of the square, walking extremely slowly and heavily, until this time, he did not glance at the head of the palace.

His Majesty has left, and there is no longer anyone in this world who dares to stop in front of Fan Xian, and all the people have subconsciously made way of a road, and the crowd is like the sea being cut by a sword, and the waves gradually rise, separating a road where the reef can be seen.

In the rain, Fan Xian left with Chen Pingping in his arms. (Who is the big hero and how can I call it a hero?) This is a question that everyone has a different view.) In this story, all the people who can stay true to their ideas are actually amazing characters, just by how much they are willing to pay for the idea. The amount you can pay is enough to shock, especially this male character, which is actually only in Xiongqi, and nothing else is involved.

Regarding men, it is not possible to call them men if they have **, and mental impotence is actually not good. Although Chen Pingping is a eunuch, he is actually an idealist, a simple person, and a man with a gun...... Man.

He's a bit more gentlemanly than most men. The last thing he said, "I have that stuff too...... That's what I think of Chen Pingping since I conceived this story.