She obediently wiped her hands, then grabbed the bun and gnawed it. Although it was freezing cold, the bun was naturally warm and soft as he held it in his arms like a hen hatching an egg.
Du Ruotong couldn't hide his envy: "Wow, Jealousy Jar, where did you get the buns from?"
"She's been hungry lately, so I'll bring some food with me. Don't choke and drink some water." After saying that, he took off the water bag and handed it to her.
For the first time, Du Ruotong felt that such a loving scene was so dazzling that she couldn't bear it. She quickly turned her head to the side and took a deep breath to hold back the tears in her eyes.
Pan Zhuqing had also seen Zhao Changyuan in the crowd, who was an eyesore to him, and Gong Yueyue, who made him love and hate him. For a long time, he watched with cold eyes, and Master Song beside him whispered in his ear: "It seems that the time is almost here."
He said calmly: "Then please order the execution."
Mr. Song sighed softly, grabbed the punishment lot and held it in his hand, causing a commotion among the onlookers.
Gu Zhongyi knelt on the execution platform and looked at the dark crowd. He felt fear in his heart and a sense of self-esteem that he had never had before. He glanced at the unfamiliar or familiar faces in front of him. There were regrets and sympathy on their faces.
There is admiration...
"I, Gu Zhongyi, lived a useless life, but died with dignity, and my life was not in vain!" He encouraged himself in his heart.
"The time has come for the execution!" The execution lot fell from Mr. Song's hand.
The crowd sighed again, and Zhao Changyuan's hands were all sweaty. It seemed that tough measures would be taken today.
The executioner walked up to the execution platform with the butcher's knife, took a sip of white wine and sprayed it on the knife's surface. "Brother Gu, don't worry, our hands are quick and we won't let you suffer."
After saying that, he raised his butcher knife and started to chop.
Gu Zhongyi had collapsed on the torture rack, his mind going blank.
The onlookers also closed their eyes and held their hearts, not daring to look at the bloody and cruel scene. Only Zhao Changyuan covered his wife's face in his arms while staring at everything on the execution platform.
Xiao Jun had already flown downstairs and rushed towards the execution platform. Before his toes touched the ground, he heard a sound of wind blowing by his ears, and then with a "clang", the executioner's butcher's knife was knocked to the ground. He knew that something was going on.
Suddenly, before anyone could react, he quickly fled the scene.
This scene was clearly seen by several people on the execution platform, but Xiao Jun was wrapped tightly so that no one could see his true face.
Just when the crowd secretly opened their eyes and glanced at the execution platform in silence, they discovered that Gu Zhongyi was still alive, but the executioner had fainted on the execution platform.
Everything happened in an instant, and no one had time to figure out the situation. They could only hear the sound of horse hooves coming from far and near.
The crowd began to move noisily from far away, and the most ostentatious carriage in Luoyang City was pulled by two bloody horses like a sharp sword, cutting through the crowd and rushing to the execution platform.
Everyone can recognize that this is the carriage of the most hateful young master in Luoyang City, Mr. Pan.
The coachman had an expressionless face and was tall and broad. After stopping the horse, he jumped out of the car and respectfully opened the carriage door curtain.
Pan Zhuqing was furious. This hopeless younger brother didn't know what he was up to, and he didn't know how to mess around at any time.
Before he could finish cursing in his mind, a man suddenly walked out of the carriage. A black cloak covered him from head to toe, and a silver mask only revealed his eyebrows...
The whole world fell silent, silently watching the man in black who walked out of Master Pan's carriage.
He stepped onto the execution platform step by step, turned around and faced the people, his silver mask shining horribly under the midday winter sun.
"Dongdu Xia! This is Dongdu Xia!"
"Yes! I have seen him! He is the Dongdu Xia!"
Some people among the people began to exclaim.
"Mian... masked male god." Ruotong was so shocked that he could not speak incoherently.
Pan Zhuqing waved his hand, and the execution platform was immediately surrounded by the Forbidden Army.
Under the stunned gaze of everyone, the man in black reached out and silently took off his mask, finally revealing a young and delicate face.
Everyone exclaimed in surprise, because this face was so familiar to them.
Zhao Changyuan was so shocked that he could only mutter to himself: "It's him..."
Gong Yueyue was also as dumbfounded as a chicken: "Evil...Evil young man...it's really a ghost..."
When the evil young man turned to face Pan Zhuqing, the latter's face turned pale for a moment. "Brother, Jingyuan, I'm sorry for causing you trouble."
After saying that, the evil young man walked up to Gu Zhongyi again and helped him up: "Old man Gu, I'm really sorry that you have suffered a lot these days. This junior was tied up by some things and couldn't come to the rescue in time.
, it’s really a sin.”
"You are really... what are you doing here... you are such a stupid boy!" Gu Zhongyi had already made up his mind to die for him, and now it seems that this boy is really worthy of his sacrifice.
"Dear fellow villagers, I, Mr. Pan, have caused trouble to you all the time since you were young. I hope you will bear with me. From now on, there will be no more evil young men in Luoyang City." When Mr. Pan finished his words with a wry smile, under the execution platform
The common people all had complicated expressions. Many of them had been favored by Dongdu Xia, and they had also habitually called the second young master of the Pan family a bastard, even though this bastard had not done any substantial bad things. Now the evil young man has taken off his hideous mask.
, when his kind and upright nature was revealed, everyone felt a little embarrassed.
Pan Zhuqing took a few steps behind him, grabbed his arm and growled: "Are you crazy? Do you know what you are doing? Come back!"
The evil young man ignored him and continued speaking to himself in front of the crowd: "I, Pan Jingyuan, am here today. Please bear witness for me!" At this point, he broke free from Pan Zhuqing's big hand, and there was unbearable emotion in his eyes.
He said with enthusiasm, "From now on, my surname is no longer Pan, I am no longer Pan Yu's son, and I am no longer Pan Zhuqing's younger brother. From now on, I have severed ties with everyone in the Pan family in Luoyang City and everyone I have known.
Stranger." At the end of the sentence, his eyes happened to glance at Zhao Changyuan, Gong Yueyue and Du Ruotong. He felt bitter in his heart. It turned out that he had lived for so many years and only had a few real friends. Thinking of this, he let his mind wander.
Pull your hair back into a bun, pull out the scimitar from your waist, and cut off a section of waist-length black hair.
Pan Zhuqing gritted his teeth and asked: "What...what do you mean?"
The evil young man shook his robe and said loudly: "I am Dongdu Xia. I have killed the magistrate of Lou County, Lord Lu, and Lieutenant Feng County. If Lord Pan wants to kill them, then kill me."
Zhao Changyuan also knows that people are not as good as God. At this point, he can only think about it in the long term. In the blink of an eye, he looked: "Where is Du Ruotong?"
"Eh? Yes, she was still with me just now!" After his reminder, Yue Yue realized that Du Ruotong had disappeared without knowing it.
Zhao Changyuan was tall and could see far away. After a moment, he pointed in the direction of the execution platform and said: "Over there!" Du Ruotong was walking onto the execution platform step by step.
Pan Zhuqing was at a loss for what to do about this earth-shaking change. Mr. Song did not dare to make a decision and could only urge Pan Zhuqing to make an idea quickly.
Pan Zhuqing thought about it for a long time and finally said to his detective: "Let's take it back to the Yamen first."
The detectives looked at each other hesitantly, no one dared to take the first step. The evil young man thoughtfully stretched out his hands to indicate that they could put the shackles on him.
At this time, Du Ruotong had also come to his side. Seeing several police officers actually grabbing the shackles and walking up to him, she rushed forward to protect him without thinking: "Brother Pan, you must have made a mistake. How could he do that?"
Are you Dongdu Xia?"
Pan Zhuqing turned his head to look at the ground with blood-red eyes. He hoped that his brother was really not a Dongdu Xia, and that this was just a malicious joke made by him.
Seeing that Pan Zhuqing was unmoved, Du Ruotong had no choice but to plead with several police officers: "Don't arrest him, he is the second young master, not a criminal!"
When she turned her head, she realized that Pan Ershao had tears streaming down her face. Her almond-shaped eyes widened, and she grabbed his arm reluctantly and asked: "You have always been a bastard, why did you suddenly become a Dongdu hero? You are good.
Can’t I just be your asshole?”
Gong Yueyue also walked onto the execution platform and tried to pull her away: "Ruotong, Ruotong... don't do this..."
As if she had found a rescuer, she grabbed Gong Yueyue's arm and walked to the police officers and kept talking: "Yueyue, help me tell them how bad he is. How can he be the Dongdu Xia?"
How is it possible...how is it possible..."
Yueyue looked at Mr. Pan, who gave her a pleading look. Her nose was sore and her eye circles were wet: "Okay, let's discuss it when we go back. You should calm down first. Can we go back and discuss it in the long term? Let's go..."
With that said, he pulled Du Ruotong off the execution platform step by step.
"Du Ruotong!" Master Pan's slightly hoarse voice sounded behind them, "Forget me. You are a good girl. No one will stop others from proposing marriage to you in the future."
The cold and biting shackles locked him deeply before he could finish his words, as if locking up all the glory of this noble young master. The common people did not retreat for a long time, silently escorting the evil young man into a prison car and taking him away from the execution ground step by step.
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"Master! Master! Why are you so stupid..." A woman ran out of the crowd, chasing the prison car and crying.
Gong Yueyue and Du Ruotong both recognized her as the woman who had been flirting with Mr. Pan on the road a few days ago.
As soon as she caught up with the prison car, she was pushed to the ground by the guards of the Yamen. Du Ruotong sympathized with her and walked up to help her up. Who knew that she would want to catch up again.
"Stop chasing her!" Gong Yueyue was so angry that she grabbed her. "What will happen if I catch up? He can't protect himself now and can't control you! Don't cause trouble for him!"
The woman saw that the two of them looked very familiar and were dressed in extraordinary clothes. Behind her was a handsome young man in a rich uniform and official boots. She must have been either rich or noble. She quickly pulled Gong Yueyue and Du Ruotong and begged: "
Please save Master Pan! He is a good man and he should not die!"
Gong Yueyue saw that she and Du Ruotong were both in trouble, so she said helplessly: "There are many people here, let's talk in another place."
The city was full of people, and the only place in the quietest place was Zhao Changyuan's carriage.
As soon as she sat down, Gong Yueyue asked straight to the point: "Tell me, what's going on between you and Er Shao Pan?" Because she knew that this was what Du Ruotong wanted to know most at the moment.
The woman spoke eloquently: "The little girl's name is Mei'er. She is from the countryside in the south of the Yangtze River. She was once an oiran in Luoyang City."
Du Ruotong's whole heart seemed to be soaked in vinegar: "So, you are his confidant?"
"That's not the case." Meier's smile was a little bitter.
Du Ruotong couldn't hold back his anger: "What is that?" (To be continued)