Han Ling was coerced by the injured woman she didn't know to a low courtyard on the edge of the city, which was really desolate, cobwebbed, and overgrown with weeds. It looks like it's been deserted for a long time.

When the two of them entered the house, there was also a mess of cups and plates, with a thick layer of ash hanging on it, and grass growing from the cracks in some places. Han Ling carefully helped the woman into the bedroom, she seemed to have lost too much blood and was a little confused.

The bed was cleaner because of the curtain, and she lay down slowly with a frown, and her face turned pale from time to time from the wound.

Han Ling only had the time to look at this woman's appearance at this time, only to see that her appearance was not very outstanding, her chin was pointed, her eyebrows were like daisies, but her eyes were slightly raised, and she always looked like an indescribable flattery, especially her lips were red, which added to her delicate appearance.

He sighed and said, "Xiaosheng can't either, who told me to be kind-hearted." Dare to ask the girl's name, and why did she end up in such a field?"

She slowed down, began to check the injury, and said indifferently: "Where are you kind-hearted, if you hadn't caught you, who knows if you would have sent me to the official...... That's it. The little lady's name is Wantong. Don't ask, knowing too much won't do you good. ”

Han Ling frowned and said: "Just now you said that you will share it with me, how can you regret it?

A hint of amusement appeared on the face of the injured woman named Wantong, and she said lightly, "Let me rest for a while." ”

Han Ling looked left and right for a while, and asked quietly: "Dare to ask Wan Nuxia, when will Xiaosheng leave?"

Wan Tong didn't answer, just pulled the curtain and took care of her injuries.

Han Ling: "Woman, use Xiaosheng to help ......"

"No, I don't. ”

Han Ling: "......"

Am I so much like a disciple?

After being silent for a while, he almost missed the weeds on the ground, and suddenly heard Wan Tong say, "I don't know if you have heard about the left palm gold?"

Han Ling pondered for a while and said, "I'm also a newcomer, and I've heard the news from the people in the market. I'm not usually familiar with these messy things. ”

Wan Tong said coldly: "I am the daughter of the left palm gold." ”

Han Ling was stunned for a moment and said, "Then ...... your father?"

Suddenly, it was a cold killing machine.

Wan Tong quietly rubbed his sword with his sleeve: "They are all going to die." But I can't save them. Daddy, brother...... If I hadn't gone out to study art and came back late, I'm afraid I would have been in prison right now. ”

Han Ling didn't know how to comfort this struggling mood, and sat silently on the edge of the bed.

She sighed softly, as if the night was full of silent tears.

"You go, I'll go out of the city from here, and we'll leave it at that. ”

Han Ling nodded and said, "Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge." ”

Wan Tong laughed very quickly: "You scholar is interesting, where do you come from these strange words." ”

A few low chirps of night owls sounded in the distance, and the night was silent and dreary.

Han Ling saw her staggered up and entered the tunnel, the corner of her skirt flashing behind the door.

The little door was closed, and he put the board in place, and the jar was closed. His coat was stained with blood, so he had to throw it into the tunnel. The miserable woman was gone, but she had nowhere to go, so she had to go back to the bed just now and lie down, dreamless all night.

When the sky was bright, Han Ling slowly woke up, rubbed his eyes, stretched his waist, and turned out of the backyard when he saw that there was no one around, and before leaving, he turned out some wine in the house and sprinkled it on his body, pretending to be hungover, and swaggered back to the hotel.

He Xuan and the others were having breakfast in the lobby, and when they saw him coming back from sleepy eyes, they all laughed loudly.

With an ambiguous smile, He Xuan asked him, "Brother Han, have you even lost your coat?"

Han Ling couldn't help but laugh dryly: "Hahaha......"

Another person continued: "Look at this, tsk." ”

He didn't want to say much, he held his head and said that he would go back to rest if he had a hangover, and everyone watched him leave and go upstairs.

He Xuan suddenly felt that something was wrong while eating, but he couldn't say what was going on, he was simply entangled to death, and Han Ling's acting skills were outstanding, and he really didn't find any flaws.

Just when Han Ling was sleeping in the daytime, Meng Ju and others also arrived one after another, and everyone finally gathered together to wait for the palace test a few days later.

However, when there were only a few days left, the imperial court announced that the Zuo Zhangjin family would be beheaded at noon on a certain day, and the rest of the people were exiled and exiled, and those who were used as slaves entered the song and dance workshop, scattered and lost, and it was miserable to see.

Han Ling didn't know why he wanted to go to see the left palm Jin Qiren, so he was alone that day and lied about eating, and went to see him off, which could be regarded as his daughter's heart.

The people watching the slashing were all idle people in the market, and he was probably the only student who came...... Daqi thinks that it is unlucky to see blood before the exam.

In the past two days, he has also paid attention to the relevant remarks, in short, his name is Wan Ge, and his reputation is quite good, but his popularity in the DPRK is not so good, and it is also because he is a little outspoken and upright, which has offended many people. The magnate's first big move was to pull him off the horse.

This is the way things in the world are, and there is no excuse for the sin you want to add. What's more, Wan Ge can't be the new emperor's mind, and in the end, it turned out to be a big-name family that pretended to want to save it, but it didn't save it, but changed one to push his own people to the top...... The two sides have long been no longer concerned about the person who is about to die, but a new battle for this high-ranking position, and the final outcome is still undecided.

The midday sun hung high, full of firepower, and the bluestone slabs were white, and there were traces of light brown dust in the potholes.

Everyone surrounded the execution ground on three floors and three layers outside, and they were all looking at the situation inside.

Zuo Zhangjin was a thin middle-aged man, covered with stains in prison clothes, unkempt and unkempt, kneeling under the scorching sun. Behind are his two sons, who are also officials in the officialdom and are also implicated.

The scene was solemn, only the people below were pointing and talking, and the warden and the executioner were all expressionless and waiting for the hour in their respective places. There were some guards standing sporadically next to him, but this person had already achieved his goal when he dismounted, and the powerless little family really had nothing to guard against, and the guards were relaxed.

Han Ling had a whim, turned around a few times, found a more amiable guard, stepped forward and said:

"Big brother, it's inconvenient for my lord to come in person, and I want Xiaosheng to bring a message to the prisoner. ”

The guard frowned and said, "Your lord is ......"

Han Ling's eyes rolled and said, "Right Soldier Ma Cui, Lord Cui......" said and looked up at Tianyu Dao:

"I hope to be accommodating, if I don't say anything, I'm going to be executed, I don't have time, how can I deal with Xiaosheng?"

The right soldier and horse are first-class idols among the warriors, born in a family, but they relied on their military achievements in the border army and managed their contacts to today's position. On weekdays, he is amiable and amiable, and treats the lower-level soldiers quite well, but he is a little greedy for money, recruiting customers, and his servants are like clouds.

The guard had martial arts, and he could see that although Han Ling had a good body, he was an ordinary scholar and had no threat, so he stepped forward and asked the supervisor to behead him.

The supervisor was a civil official who was too old to be good, and he responded casually by wiping his sweat.

Han Ling was stared at by the two guards, and he stepped forward in full view of everyone, and whispered in the ear of the left palm Jin, who looked up at him:

"My lord, she's gone. ”

Left Palm Jin glanced up at him suddenly, and frowned slightly. It seemed to be smiling, but the messy hair hung down, and I couldn't see it clearly.

Han Ling had one thing in his heart, and silently walked off the execution table.

The warden threw down the token behind him and said in a loud voice:

"The hour has come—slash!"

Han Ling didn't look at the blood splattered on the spot, his body was in a different place, but he just struggled to separate the sudden flow of people and walked out.

Not everyone's life will be as brilliant as a grand firework, think of the crowd that comes like a tide, and before singing a one-man show, they are annihilated under the thin wheels of the world. Even if this is a good person, a really good person, before power and fate, he can't escape playing.

Han Ling has always believed that-

I'd rather be a very tired smart person than be so naïve and simple.

Hundreds of miles away, cliffs.

The sea of clouds churned at his feet, and a small cyan bird flew from a distance and gently landed on a jade-like palm.

She unwrapped the letter and wept silently as she read it.

"Ahh

The letter flew, fell, and disappeared into the clouds.

She stood in the wind, with a terrible silence and gloom.

The tear-stained woman turned around and whispered into the void:

"Let's go. ”