He was already aware of the emperor's concerns. Now what he had to think about was how to find loopholes and defeat these so-called concerns in one fell swoop.
He thought of Zhao Changyuan again, a man he had always despised. In the past, he only thought that he would not be very promising if he blindly obeyed his elders and please his wife. He even thought that he lacked masculinity. But now he found that he was actually carrying himself.
He can be regarded as a mentally strong man only by holding back his ideals and ambitions while loving people deeply.
Thinking of this, Pan Jingyuan smiled self-deprecatingly and murmured to the wall in front of him: "Speaking of Big White Goose, were you afraid when Guo Chongxi threw him into the lotus pond? The second master is... really a little scared now."
When he said this, he didn't notice that there was already a person standing outside the iron door, looking at him with worried eyes through the iron window.
Hearing the "Kaza" sound of the iron gate being opened, Pan Jingyuan turned around and saw his brother Pan Zhuqing leaning over and walking in.
"Brother, are you here to see me off?" The evil young man stood up and greeted him with a smile.
Pan Zhuqing's face was full of exhaustion: "Dad is ill, but he still kneels outside the Jinluan Palace to ask to see the emperor."
The evil young man's smile faded from his face: "Take good care of him. If there is a ghost after death, I will bless you."
"Besides these, do you have nothing else to say to me?" Pan Zhuqing took another step towards him and reached out to flick the thatch off his shoulders. Just outside the window, he heard the evil young man say that he was afraid. As an older brother, he felt the pain in his heart for the first time.
It tastes like a knife being twisted.
The evil young man hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at him steadily and said: "Yulian has her whole heart for you, but Gong Yueyue belongs to someone else." Looking at his indifferent expression, she knew that what she was saying was in vain, but she still added: "
You are my brother, that’s why I will fight for you until I die, but it’s up to you whether you listen or not.”
Pan Zhuqing seemed not to have heard anything, so he took another step towards him and whispered in his ear: "Tomorrow I will arrange for someone to switch the package midway, so you should be smarter yourself."
The evil young man's face changed drastically, and he responded in a forced voice: "Are you crazy? If something happens, you will be dead too."
Pan Zhuqing adjusted his sleeves and said casually: "You are my brother. I can't just watch you die. I have no choice at all. As you just said, Yulian or Gong Yueyue? I can't lie to myself.
."
The evil young man grabbed his arm and looked at him in fear: "Brother, don't do stupid things. You still have to take care of dad. If something happens to us, what will he do? Even if I beg you, life or death is up to you, wealth is in the sky.
, we can't make the same mistake again and again." Seeing that he still looked determined, the evil young man let go and changed to the same determined attitude: "Even if you insist on having your own way, I will not cooperate with you."
Pan Zhuqing was stunned for a long time, and finally said helplessly: "In that case, I have nothing to say."
The two brothers stood face to face in silence for a long time. The evil young man finally said to this brother who had been difficult to get close to in the past: "Brother, take care of yourself."
Pan Zhuqing's always cold eyes were filled with a layer of mist, and she couldn't help hugging him. The evil young man's heart suddenly felt sour and hot, and he raised his arm and patted his brother on the back.
"I have been with you for twenty years, and only these days do I really feel that you are my brother." Pan Zhuqing's voice was hoarse and painful in the bad young man's ears, and he even trembled slightly in the end: "But I wish you so much.
You are still the same scoundrel, and if you cause me trouble for decades, my brother is willing to take care of it for you."
A few hours later, the Kaifeng Mansion brought Pan Jingyuan a rich feast of wine and food. He took a few symbolic bites, and then lost the appetite to swallow anything. Afterwards, he put on a new prison uniform and tied his hair into a bun again.
Well, the jailer came in, shackled him, and took him out of the dark prison.
The moment he saw the light of day again, the sunlight stretched out all the pores on his body.
After being put in the prison car, he couldn't help but ask himself, is this life worth it? Until the prison car turned a corner and came to the street, he found that the streets were full of people who came to see him off, with simple faces.
It was gratitude and reluctance. A beautiful smile finally bloomed on the originally numb and cold face of this young death row prisoner.
In order to ensure the smooth progress of this beheading, Wei Tingyue mobilized several thousand soldiers under his command to escort the prison van, maintaining order along the way and isolating the people on both sides of the road from the heavily armed human walls.
The prison car was traveling smoothly until the faint sound of playing and playing to welcome the bride was heard not far away. Not long after, the sound of musical instruments suddenly stopped until the two teams, red and white, clashed and collided.
The official of Kaifeng Prefecture stepped forward to stop the sedan chair, with a look of surprise on his face: "What's going on with you? Didn't you see that the important criminals from the imperial court were being escorted here?" If nothing else, the person who was hosting the wedding did not take the initiative to avoid this unfortunate event.
Wow, this is really confusing.
The evil young man looked at the red color in front of him calmly, his heart felt like it was being pricked by an embroidery needle. He had never been able to put on a wedding dress for his beloved woman in his life. Now that he heard that she was going to marry apricot, he felt sad.
It's another kind of comfort.
Thinking of this, the curtain of the sedan chair was suddenly opened from the inside, and a bright red bride walked out. At the same time, a pretty woman came up from behind the sedan, and she seemed familiar. She stepped forward to support the bride.
, walking forward step by step under the watchful eyes of everyone.
The bride's hijab was blown by the wind, and the evil young man took a closer look out of curiosity. He was stunned at the moment. It turned out to be the Du Ruotong he had longed for.
Is she getting married today? Why did she choose to marry someone else today? Why did God allow him to meet her in such a situation? This is simply a punishment more cruel to him than the death penalty! As the evil young man thought about it, his eye circles turned red.
My heart ached as if it had been cut into pieces by a thousand knives.
"What are you doing?" Cha Ye stepped forward to stop them.
Du Ruotong lifted his hijab, revealing a carefully decorated face.
Master Cha recognized her and said, "It turns out that she is Lord Du's daughter. What do you think she is worth?"
Du Ruotong said nothing. Xiaomei, who was beside him, approached Mr. Cha and handed him a letter. "My lord, please take a look."
Master Chai saw at a glance that the envelope was stamped with the mighty and domineering General's seal. How could he dare to neglect it? He immediately opened it and read it. "Since General Zuowei is the guarantee, please proceed quickly and don't let my subordinates miss it."
Hour." After saying that, he gestured to the soldiers behind him, telling them not to stop him.
"Thank you, sir." Xiaomei thanked him and helped Du Ruotong walk to the prison car.
Everyone held their breath and watched this dramatic scene quietly.
What the evil young man was most afraid of facing at the moment was her, and he was so afraid that he almost wanted to close his eyes. But what he longed to see the most was her. So he simply let himself look at her steadily, and didn't notice until she was close at hand.
His own eyes were filled with tears and he couldn't see her expression clearly.
"Please witness that I, Du Ruotong, am willing to marry you, Pan Jingyuan, as my husband-in-law. I swear to love you, respect you, be loyal to you, and never leave you until the last moment of my life." Although Du Ruotong was already wet with tears.
Hong Zhuang, but still stubbornly finished the whole sentence of the oath.
The whole street was so quiet that not even a bird chirping could be heard, only the sobs of the evil young man holding on to the railing.
Xiaomei whispered in his ear: "Master Pan, this is your oath, just recite it."
He raised his head and saw a piece of paper handed over by Xiaomei. "I can't..." How could he be so selfish and let her stay alone for him for the rest of her life?
Xiaomei looked up at a window on the opposite street and asked him softly: "Our lady asked me to ask you, do you want Miss Du to be an abandoned woman in front of the world?"
He followed her gaze and saw Gong Yueyue's shining eyes. After all, he still couldn't defeat this woman. She always seemed to be able to pick on others' weaknesses.
Du Ruotong still stood stubbornly in front of him. He pinched the oath, calmed down, and finally read it out in a tone so choked that no one could hear it clearly: "Please bear witness...I...Pan Jingyuan...will marry
You... Du Ruotong, as my wife, I swear to love you... respect you, be loyal to you... never leave... never abandon you, even if it's the last moment of my life..."
There were also soft whimpering sounds in the crowd. No matter it was the soldiers, the common people, or even the officials of Kaifeng Prefecture, their eye circles were red without exception.
There were tears on Du Ruotong's face, but there was a smile on his lips: "Mr., don't be afraid, I will accompany you." After saying that, he took off his bridal gown, revealing a pure white dress and the necklace he had given him.
She held his hand tightly and said to the official: "Sir, you can go."
The team continued to march towards the execution ground. People were silent, letting the heavy and thunderous footsteps express their reluctance and pity for this heroic man.
The evil young man kept tilting his head and looking at Du Ruotong. Seeing her stubborn way of holding back her grief, he couldn't help teasing her with a half-smile: "What will you do in the future? No one really wants you anymore." His tone was slightly joking, and he held his hand
However, Li couldn't help but tighten her little hand with more strength.
Du Ruotong sniffed and said stupidly: "I am stupid, Yueyue said, my brain is only as big as a quail egg. With you, I can no longer pretend to be someone else." As soon as he finished speaking, his palm was touched by him.
He spread out and kissed her deeply.
No matter how reluctant you are, the destination is always there, neither far nor near. It will never disappear automatically because of someone's reluctance.
The prison car stopped next to the execution platform, and Du Ruotong was quickly separated by others, looking at the horrific torture instruments and her husband with a horrified face.
The evil young man was led out of the prison car in a hurry. As soon as he landed, he suddenly squeezed through the crowd, rushed to Du Ruotong and hugged her. Let the people behind him pull on him desperately, he just wanted to use up his last
A trace of strength to embrace the only love in his life.
Although the bad boy's arms were so tight that Du Ruotong was about to suffocate, she still felt his embrace greedily, letting the tears of both of them flow down their cheeks. She wanted to remember his temperature and his heartbeat at this moment.
regularity, and the faint fragrance on his body.
In the end, they were peeled apart, the warmth suddenly disappeared from the embrace, and the pain turned into a cry of grief: "No! Sir!"
The evil young man has never been so out of control in his life, and has never felt so powerless. All his struggles were wasted, and in the end he could only be silently tied up until he could not move, and he could only watch his woman.
Helpless and hopeless in front of me. (To be continued)