The 22nd year of Xuanyuan, the tenth day of the twelfth lunar month.
There was heavy snowfall, thousands of miles north of the Buqu River were covered with ice, and the mountains and ridges were covered with snow. The river going east was frozen into a long chain, and injured horses with scattered owners stepped lightly over it, stopping from time to time to carry them.
The feet lick the wounds.
At noon, the sky became darker and heavier, crows flapped their wings and their cries were like an old stringed erhu, hoarse and rough, piercing the sky.
At the mouth of Rongtang Gorge in Nanyang, Jiangxi Province, the city built next to the mountain was covered with heavy snow. Outside the city, there was a wide temporary platform built. On the platform, there was a row of executioners. In the ice and snow, they all wore only a pair of black trousers.
The broadsword carried on his bare shoulders was polished to a bright shine.
There was a roar of people all around, and more than 8,000 soldiers were full of expectations. After three drums sounded, the reporting officer shouted and led the people.
About eighty prisoners in thin clothes were taken out from the end of the snow field. The young man in the lead was short in stature and quite thin. His hair covered his face and his appearance was dirty. It was not clear whether he was a boy or a girl.
An iron chain was tied around the young man's wrist, and the other end was held in the hand of a soldier riding a tall horse.
The young man was seriously injured, his knees were stained with blood, and he was struggling to walk.
After leaving the city gate, the snow was thick enough to cover my legs, and the north wind became stronger, its howling deafening to my ears.
Xia Zhaoyi raised his head, closed his eyes against the wind and snow, and scanned the empty and crowded execution ground in front of him.
The wind and snow blew some of her long hair away, revealing that most of her face was made of flesh and blood. There were many wooden thorns stuck in the flesh and blood, and it was already showing signs of decay.
Her lips trembled slightly, her eyes gradually turned red, and she looked back at the group of soldiers following her.
The tall men also stopped and looked back at her with red eyes.
Tears fell from Xia Zhaoyi's eyes and rolled over the bruised wounds.
"I'm sorry for you." Xia Zhaoyi said, his voice was rough and dry, and he did not differentiate between men and women.
"There's no time! Hurry up!" the reporting officer shouted angrily.
The chain in Xia Zhaoyi's hand was suddenly pulled, and he fell forward.
"Run!" the commander shouted again.
"drive!"
The soldier on horseback immediately patted the horse, and Xia Zhaoyi was dragged forward before he could get up.
"good!!"
"Well done!"
"Run faster!"
There was laughter and applause all around.
No one hates Xia Zhaoxue.
The southeastern front was defeated for two months. They finally succeeded in suborning Weng Ying's left army. They combined internal and external forces and were supposed to wipe out Weng Ying's army, which was supposed to go north around the Buqu River to join the Northern Army led by Duke Ding of Daqian.
However, in order to cover Weng Ying's departure, Xia Zhaoxue led two thousand elite soldiers into Shengliuyuan with a bluff.
When they realized something was wrong, they turned back to pursue Weng Ying, but were delayed for half a month by the troops led by Xia Zhaoxue, seriously obstructing their marching route.
Because Xia Zhao had a small number of disciples, he could roam around flexibly, constantly harassing them, robbing them of food and grass, or setting fire to military camps, and then disappeared very quickly.
After nearly half a month of encirclement and suppression, they are now finally going to completely kill all Xia Zhaoxue's followers and let go of their evil spirit!
The Dingguo Duke of Daqian, the father of Xia Zhaoxue, was also ambushed seven days ago, and his son Xia Zhaode died in Huangze Valley.
The most important troops of Duke Dingguo were completely wiped out. Xia Wenshan and his eldest son's bodies were left exposed in the snow for seven days. Their ashes will be laid to rest today.
At this point, in the Dingguo Palace where Daqian was famous and prosperous, only the youngest son Xia Zhaojia, who was not yet seven years old, and the only daughter Xia Zhaoyi, who was famous all over the world and became a disciple of a famous teacher at the age of two and was known as a genius, were left.
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No matter how amazing a woman is, she can stir up waves.
How can a young son fight against the uncles and cousins of Duke Dingguo?
The Dingguo Palace, which had prospered for three hundred years, was doomed to decline. This would also be the prelude to the historical demise of the entire Daqian dynasty.
At the moment, the man they hated to the core was looking as miserable as a dog that had fallen into the water and lost its hair, running and rolling as he was being pulled forward, which was really satisfying.
"Go left!" someone in the crowd shouted.
The officer on the side did not stop him, but also laughed: "The right side is good! There are high-ranking people over there!"
"Run faster! Run faster!"
"Don't hurry up! Be careful to kill him, don't take advantage of this bastard!"
The soldiers on horseback ran faster and faster, and Xia Zhaoyi was dragged to the ground. The friction along the way left long blood marks on the snow, stained with a large amount of rubbed flesh.
"General!!"
The prisoners behind him were rioting and rushed forward with roars, and several of them were stabbed to death on the spot.
Xia Zhaoyi gritted his teeth and endured the pain, biting his lip and bleeding. His whole body was like grains of rice shaking on a sieve of chaff, unable to control himself.
The crowd was still shouting. Xia Zhaoyi was exhausted. He opened his eyes slightly and suddenly saw the man and woman standing directly above the high platform.
Snowflakes are like goose feathers, brushing across the vast land.
Yi Shurong's eyes were bright, and he looked at the prisoner who was being dragged and had no resistance. He was filled with pride and pride at defeating his opponent, and that this man was as famous as him in the world, but he was superior to him in everything. The man trampled her hard and felt a sense of satisfaction and pride under her feet.
Tao Lan stood next to him, her graceful figure now dressed in armor, her palms pressed on the scabbard at her side, her lips sarcastic, and her face expressionless.
Except for these dying people, she was the only one in the audience who knew that the general showing off his power below was not the real Xia Zhaoxue.
Considering that Xia Zhaoyi is a female, she probably won't be able to hold on for long if she is dragged down like this.
It would be better to die early. Although it was not as relieved as seeing her neck cut off with a knife, she did not want this woman to live in the world for a moment.
She must not be found out to be fake. Once Yi Shurong finds out that this powerful general is Li Ling Xia Zhaoyi, who knows destiny and has a pair of rejuvenating hands, the fate of the two of them will be completely overturned in an instant.
Moreover, after finally reaching this point, she still could not let go of Xia Zhaoxue. Only if Xia Zhaoyi died for him could Xia Zhaoxue leave Yangmen Pass safely.
Otherwise, Yi Shurong's white falcons could spread the news of the blockade throughout the Cloud Lake within half a day.
The Hua Chao Festival four years ago was the deepest hatred in Tao Lan's heart.
She was still in the capital at that time, and she got into a dispute with someone on the street. She took her maid and servant to teach the merchant who was short of jin and Shaoliang, and even beat up the merchant who was wantonly slandering others. When she looked up, she saw a single person in the crowd, all dressed in goose color. Xia Zhaoyi in a dress.
Xia Zhaoyi was only twelve years old at that time. He sat on a horse, looked at her calmly, then drove away without saying a word.
In the evening of that day, her mother brought the news that her marriage to Duke Dingguo had been annulled. She hurriedly asked around and found out what Xia Zhaoyi had said to her second brother.
After that, she became the joke of the entire Jingzhao, and gradually fell into a foreign land with no possibility of returning.
Thinking of all the past events, Tao Lan's eyes were full of hatred.
But it's okay, God is fair after all.
The Dingguo Duke's Mansion is finished.
The crowd flashed past in front of his eyes. Xia Zhaoyi's whole body was like a car cracking. Finally, it was difficult to hold on any longer. A mouthful of thick blood welled up from his throat and he spat it out on the bone-chilling snow.
Master, second brother...
Xia Zhaoyi closed her eyes and breathed her last breath.
