Zhao Hui should be beheaded according to the crime.

The king of Guangping wept and escorted him to the capital, and he was not treated badly along the way.

But Zhao Hui was annoyed by his crying, sat in the prison car, and said helplessly to him: "You, you are just too soft-hearted." ”

"You are my brother, the only brother now...... How can you not teach me to be sad? ”

King Quang Binh took advantage of the situation and sat down next to his prisoner's cart.

He understands Zhao Hui's distress, the ants are still stealing life, knowing that his limit is approaching, how can he not do his best to extend his lifespan.

"Yes, my father once had more than a dozen children, and when they reached middle age, they died of illness and disease, and only three of us brothers were left." Zhao Hui smiled bitterly, "Now that I'm gone, every day I am tormented by this curse is painful." ”

"Old Seven......

King Quang Binh didn't know what to say.

His chubby body was curled up, and his expression was sad, looking very pitiful.

Fu Rudi and Zhou Hai watched this scene from afar.

Zhou Hai wanted to come forward to persuade him, but was stopped by Fu Rudi, "Father-in-law Zhou, if the princes have something to say, don't come forward to disturb them." ”

"Minions understand." Zhou Haimian was embarrassed, "It's just that King Chengnan is guilty, and he has a close relationship with King Guangping, which is not in accordance with the rules." ”

"Don't worry."

Sinan Sibei came with King Guangping, and Zhao Hui's subordinates caught and killed, and it was no longer a climate. Even if Zhao Hui has three heads and six arms, he can't escape.

Fu Rudi said this, and Zhou Hai couldn't continue.

After all, they are relatives of the emperor, so they have to be thoughtful and polite. What if I arrive in the capital, and the saint misses the brotherly love and takes back his life?

Therefore, Zhao Hui did not suffer along the way.

When they arrived in the capital, Fu Rudi and King Guangping were going to enter the palace to face the saint again.

Fu Jiao fell asleep in the mansion.

In the evening, Zhao Hao came to her with Yan Ji on his back and told her that the situation had been decided, and a notice had been posted on the city gate that King Chengnan would be beheaded at noon.

Zhao Hao talked about it, lowered his head, and had mixed emotions: "It's not me, Uncle Wang, he didn't die so soon......"

"It's not 'dead.'" Fu Jiao knocked on the table, "It's 'Fu Xu'." ”

I don't want to think about how many evil deeds Zhao Hui committed after being cursed. Shouldn't those innocent children get justice for them? God has eyes, and he knows that what Fu Jiao did is the righteous side, otherwise he would not have given her a lot of merit when she left Yunzhou.

Now Fu Jiao looks at the golden light of merit in her body, and the Dao method is becoming more and more profound. Yan Ji looked at her eyes, and she was a little more jealous.

Fu Jiao was in a good mood.

Confident, she took a strand of hair from her bosom.

"It's ......"

Zhao Hao tilted his head suspiciously, "This is Uncle Wang's hair?!" ”

"yes, you gave it to me."

"How can it be useful?"

"It's a very useful thing." Fu Jiao smiled and reminded him by the way, "So you have to put away your hair and blood, in case you are taken away by someone with bad intentions to cast spells, it is enough for you to drink a pot." ”

Zhao Hao stroked his sideburns and nodded repeatedly: "This is for sure." ”

Yan Ji asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"Confirm your suspicions."

Fu Jiao ordered Zhao Hao to take the red eggs on the table.

Zhao Hao did as she was told, not knowing what she wanted to do, she sat next to Yan Ji and stared intently.

More leaks.

Soon it was time to sub-should.

Fu Jiao boiled the red eggs, coated them with realgar powder, and wrote Zhao Hui's birthday on the eggshell with cinnabar, and then knocked out a hole in the top of the egg and stuffed Zhao Hui's hair into it. She held the egg in one hand to her chest, wiped the cinnabar on the eggshell with spring water in the other, and silently chanted the Xuanmen mantra in her mouth. After a while, she closed her eyes, peeled off the eggshell and ate it, and a whispered conversation sounded in her head......

"Lord Wang, just do this, and the curse will definitely be solved."

"You believe in the Poor Way."

"Poor Dao will never lie to you."

“……”

Long.

When Zhao Hao thought that Fu Jiao had fallen asleep, Fu Jiao opened her eyes suddenly, and she slapped the table and stood up, "Good guy!" Sure enough, it's not! ”

"What isn't?!" Zhao Hao asked.

Fu Jiao looked down at Zhao Hao, who was full of clarity and stupidity, and swallowed the words in his stomach.

Forget it, let's wait for Fu Rudi to come back and talk to him.

*

Zhao Hui was held in one of the best rooms in the prison.

The degree of food and clothing is superior.

Emperor Jianming sat with him in prison all night, and what the brothers said to each other is unknown. At dawn, Emperor Jianming personally sent Zhao Hui on the road with a glass of spirits.

In winter, the weather is gloomy.

After a while, white snowflakes slowly fall.

Fu Rudi and King Guangping were beheaded, and no onlookers were allowed to watch, which could be regarded as giving Zhao Hui the last face.

Zhao Hui, Liang Yuan, Danyang Daoren and other criminals involved in it lined up and knelt in front of the noon gate, their thin prison clothes made them look extraordinarily vicissitudes.

Liang Yuan knelt on Zhao Hui's right.

This is also the first time Zhao Hui has seen his henchmen in so long.

He moved his dry lips and asked in a low voice, "Why did you betray this king?" ”

Ask yourself, he has been good to Liang Yuan for more than ten years. However, he didn't expect that Liang Yuan had already learned all the truth, "Lord Wang, you shouldn't, you shouldn't, you shouldn't hit my brother with the attention of longevity." You know, my brother is everything to me, more than anything else. ”

“…… Who told you that? ”

Liang Yuan squinted, "Danyang Daoist, he's right next to you." ”

"Danyang Daoren!?"

They were all dressed in prison clothes, and Zhao Hui had no intention of observing the appearance of the people around him. Hearing Liang Yuan say at this time, he turned his head in astonishment and looked at the tall and thin middle-aged man kneeling on the left. The middle-aged man held his bun, but he changed into the same white prison clothes, and he couldn't see his identity. He hung his head, his tousled hair obscuring most of his face, and three long strands of black beard hung down on his chest.

"Are you from Danyang Dao?"

Hearing this, the Danyang Daoist looked sideways at him expressionlessly like a walking corpse.

His eyes were like a parched lake, and he couldn't make any ripples when he died.

"It's noon! Execute! ”

It was a very different face.

Danyang Daoist did not speak, and his eyes were full of resignation. This glance made Zhao Hui shocked. He opened his mouth and shouted, "No! You're not—"

"Click!"

The executioner's hand fell, a mouthful of liquor sprayed on the blade, and the shiny and sharp machete slashed down.

Crimson blood splattered.

The moment the head hit the ground, the curse of Zhao Hui's Luotou clan for several years disappeared and disintegrated. His mouth was wide open, and his eyes were full of horror, not fear, but confusion and anger.

For so long, only Zhao Hui has seen the true face of Danyang Daoist.

He is a Taoist priest.

But not the Taoist priest next to him.

Until he died, Zhao Hui didn't understand what role Danyang Daoren played in the middle. His head was separated from his body, and the blood that flowed out was frozen and solidified by the cold snowflakes in an instant, only those eyes were wide open, looking at the Danyang Dao people without turning a blind eye......