"The heaven and earth have righteous energy, and are mixed and endowed with manifolds. Below are the rivers and mountains, and above are the sun and stars."

A hoarse voice roared in a low voice, and the lips that had long lost their color trembled slightly, but every word he spat out became more and more sonorous like gold and stone hitting the ground, as if jade was shattered in Kunlun, as if he had exhausted his whole life's strength.

"What people call vast is so vast that it can only block the sky."

"I'll let you show off as a hero again!" A cinnabar-red figure rushed up quickly and slapped the man in the face with a loud slap.

Seeing that the thin back figure couldn't bear the strength, the kneeling body suddenly staggered and was about to fall to the ground. However, the man struggled to prop up his body with his right elbow, and used his arms that were cut behind his back to stabilize his body's center of gravity.

Stabilized. The thin white burlap prison uniform has long been soaked with sweat and sticks to the rugged back. You can just see the backbone slowly arching its back, like a trapped and angry animal.

, the Xiashan Tiger who is ready to attack again at any time.

"At this point, what else do you have to say? I think you should shut up, remember His Majesty's kindness and kindness to you in the past, and die as soon as possible!" The man in red scolded with a raised voice.

road.

The man held his head high, but he didn't look in the direction of the passers-by. Even a glimmer of his peripheral vision was too much.

The strong autumn wind lifted up the scattered black hair at his temples, and the sweat-soaked skirts of his clothes felt the autumn coolness. When he was awake, he felt a deeper chill. It was a bone-chilling cold that he had never felt in the north where thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow drifted.

, freezing his heart from the inside out.

Why didn't he lower his head? He still remembered the scorching sun that day after it dispersed. He knelt outside Tianqi Palace for a long time, shouting at the top of his lungs again and again, crying to heaven and earth, but he could never see the face of heaven again.

It was a hot day. Soon, his tears and sweat wetted the jade steps in front of him, until his vision went dark and he was carried to the Yougong Palace without a chance to defend himself.

"The imperial road should be to clear the barbarians, and to the Han and Tu Ming courts."

He raised his head higher, tears of resentment welling up in his eyes, but he never let them fall. The roar was mixed with the gusts of wind, like a war horse roaring past on the grassland, and it was tragic and solemn.

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"How dare you speak so harshly when you are about to die!" The man in red suddenly raised his hand without any explanation, and rang out.

There was a long series of crisp slaps.

A trace of blood oozed from the chapped lips of the prisoner, but there was a somewhat sarcastic smile on his lips. Suddenly, he smacked his lips and spat in the face of the man in red.

The face of the man in red was instantly splashed with bloody liquid. This sweet smell was no stranger to the man in red. He was a believer in this bloody liquid. He couldn't remember how long it had been, and he even enjoyed it.

The pleasure brought by it. Sometimes, he would dip his fingers into some powder and suck the fishy sweetness, which was comparable to enjoying the most mellow wine and the most precious delicacies in the world. This fresh and warm taste

The red plasma gave him the bright cinnabar-red clothes he now wears, and also built a ladder leading to the imperial palace for him. However, how many people in the world today dare to smear his face?

The man in red wiped his face with his cinnabar-colored sleeves. His clean face had turned the color of pig liver, and his eyebrows were twisted into a mess. He jumped up like a thunderstorm and fiercely wiped the man's face.

The man was kicked to the ground, and the black palace boots stepped heavily on the white burlap prison uniform. Immediately, he stepped on the man's face again.

The handsome face was instantly deformed by the force of the man's foot, and the pale complexion was stained with billowing dust. Only a pair of tired but clear eyes remained, shining like lightning under the black palace boots.

.In those eyes, there was unquenchable resentment, a mighty and unyielding stubbornness, and there was also hope like a wildfire igniting a prairie fire.

"Eunuch Feng, you must take care of His Majesty and don't get angry." Someone said flatteringly on the prison platform.

"Master Zhang, I think it's almost time. Let's ask him to behead!" The man in red loosened his legs and nodded in the direction of the execution platform.

On the high platform directly north of the execution ground, an official wearing a crimson official uniform and a purple gold fish bag sat upright, with a hunchback and a goatee. After hearing the suggestion, he looked at the sky, stroked his beard, and said: "This sun...

…”

"It's already the end of the afternoon and the beginning of the afternoon, my lord, the imperial decree says, ask for execution at noon!" The young man in green standing beside the official reminded him. It was the flattering villain just now. Now, he has changed into a low-brow look.

His face acts as a lobbyist.

The sun in the sky hadn't even climbed three poles yet, but it was already sharpening its knife and it was hard to wait. The prisoner chuckled softly.

It’s been a long time since I’ve seen such an open blue sky. In the quiet

During the period of confinement in the palace and waiting for the Holy Judgment, he could only keep company with the stars close at hand. It was the longest and most painful time in his life. It was only more than two months, but he turned his heart over and over on a slow fire every day.

It was roasting. Looking back now, I am still as frightened as if I were facing an abyss, and restless as if I was sitting on pins and needles.

It was not that he had never asked for it. When he first entered the palace, he had no pen, ink, paper or inkstone, so he used his clothes as paper and blood as ink to write letters of love. Later, in desperation, he also stayed

The sinner's letter was just to not implicate his relatives and friends. However, it had no effect. His relatives and friends were also imprisoned one after another. Finally, the imperial edict that was waiting for him came from the Chi clan.

"It's time to see what's going on, and let's take pictures one by one!"

He shouted loudly, his roar piercing the sky and reaching into the sky!

"Bold maniac! He became a traitor! He still thinks that he is a loyal minister and a good general who will go down in history forever? Let me tell you, being notorious can also be infamy for thousands of years!" The young man in green raised his eyebrows high and pointed at the white figure on the execution ground.

yelled loudly.

"Lu Chengfeng, I want to see how long you can continue to be arrogant? Mr. Zhang, huh?" The man in red followed closely and added insult to injury.

Hearing a "pop" sound, the man in scarlet clothes dropped the word "Zhan", turned away, and let out a long breath.

The executioner's knife has long been sharpened to a shine, and is only waiting for the order from the prison platform.

The prisoners looked up to the sky and screamed.

The autumn wind mourns, the cuckoo cries blood, and the geese pass by and cry out in mourning.

Who has never died since ancient times?

I just didn’t expect that my journey would end up like this?

As a modern person in the 21st century, who traveled through time and became the grandson of the Dajing Emperor, he thought he had received the most powerful script in history and was about to reach the pinnacle of his life. Unexpectedly, he who climbed high fell heavy, and now he has fallen into such a doomed situation.

The beheading can only be done with a nod. That’s it for you. Maybe when you wake up, you will return to the new era of technological prosperity, national prosperity and people’s security. But where should the souls of so many innocent people, relatives and friends who were implicated go?

In despair, he closed his eyes.

The hustle and bustle of the world finally left us with nothing but darkness with no end in sight.
Chapter completed!