When the soldiers came to clear the way and clear the long street, he got off his horse and followed the crowd to the side.
The carriages of the ministers left one after another, and the imperial guards followed on both sides. No one paid attention to the roaring sounds of the people.
After all the carriages left, the eyes of tens of thousands of people turned to the young Yin of Jingzhao Mansion in the open space at the head of the bridge.
"My lord..." a woman shouted.
Zhu Xian closed his eyes tiredly, relaxed, opened his eyes and looked at them and said, "Can you still walk?"
"What do you mean?" someone asked.
"Anyone who is able to walk, come with me back to Jingzhao Mansion Office," Zhu Xian said, "Go back together, I have something to say."
After saying this, he looked at the sea of people, pointed at a few strong men, and said, "Come out."
Several men were stunned for a moment, not knowing why.
"Catch them onto the carriage," Zhu Xian looked at An Qiuwan, Jiang Pingdai and others who were kneeling on the ground, "bring them back together."
The final trial has not ended yet. Of course, it cannot be tonight or tomorrow. Judging from so many major events that have happened in the capital recently, I am afraid it will be postponed for a long time.
"Ah Li, are you going to Jingzhao Mansion together?" Zhao Ning said.
Xia Zhaoyi shook his head: "No, I'll go to Dongping Academy to have a look."
"Okay," Zhao Ning nodded, "Let's get in the car first, but..."
She looked at Ning Bin over there and said to Zhu Xian: "Master Zhu, can she get on my carriage?"
Zhu Xian looked at Ning Bin.
Ning Bin lowered her head, paused, turned around, walked towards Zhao Ning's carriage, and stood beside the carriage waiting for them.
There was also a lot of confusion in her heart, and the source of the confusion was the way Zhao Ning looked at her frequently.
Zhao Ning's carriage is spacious, and the color of the carriage is not like that of a rich and noble family, who likes strong and heavy dark colors, but mainly lake green brocade, with an elegant style.
When Wei arrived, he went to see Zhu Xian to discuss future arrangements. Manager Chu took another car. After Zhao Ning got in, he turned on the heater in the car, and the fragrance of plum blossoms spread everywhere.
The carriage set off and followed Zhu Xian's carriage and horses, followed by his men and hundreds of thousands of people behind him.
Zhao Ning didn't like softness, so there was a duck down cushion in the car decorated by Manager Chu. She took it and handed it to Shen Lie, but Shen Lie didn't take it and said, "Thank you, but no need."
Zhao Ning nodded and looked at Ning Bin.
Really, so similar.
"Is it because of Lin Youqing that you keep looking at me?" Ning Bin said.
Zhao Ning nodded: "Are you sisters?"
"So you also know my sister," Ning Bin whispered, "That's great."
"No," Zhao Ning shook his head, "No living person would want to go to the place where she and I met."
Ning Bin frowned slightly, thinking of Lin Youqing's tragic death, her heart ached.
Looking back at those hellish years, Zhao Ning also fell silent and took a moment. She looked at Xia Zhaoyi and said, "Ah Li."
"Yeah." The girl looked over quietly.
"Have you fulfilled your wish today?"
"Forget it," Xia Zhaoyi smiled, "more than half of it is done."
"That's great," Zhao Ning also smiled and said, "What about the remaining half?"
"Maybe, let's go to Hejing." Xia Zhaoyi said.
She didn't want to keep Li Ju's life.
Zhao Ning nodded and said: "There is something that I didn't know you were a descendant of Duke Dingguo, so I never mentioned it to you. Now, it is most appropriate to leave it to you."
Xia Zhaoyi was curious: "Is it related to the Dingguo Palace?"
Zhao Ning took out a small belt bag from his arms, paused, and handed it over.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at the old and yellowed purse and picked it up in confusion: "What is this?"
"Your sister, Xia Zhaoyi's ashes." Zhao Ning said.
Xia Zhaoyi's eyes widened.
Shen Lie was also stunned and looked at the thing in Xia Zhaoyi's hand.
"Youqing gave it to me before she died. She hoped that I would ask Mu Wen to find a way to take it away from the village and deliver it to the capital." Zhao Ning said.
Xia Zhaoyi lowered his eyes and looked at the purse in his hand. His mind was like a dry well entangled with vines. The vines were getting more and more raging, spreading crazily towards the earth, spreading wantonly around, roaring and roaring.
She didn't know why she felt like this. Her whole body was cold, her limbs were numb, and she even wanted to throw the things in her hands away.
"Ah Li," a low and clear voice sounded, and a big hand wrapped in gauze stretched out, "Give it to me."
The gauze was still stained with blood, and his fingers were long and full of strength, as if they were reaching down from a dry well to pull her up.
Xia Zhaoyi was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at the young man beside him.
Shen Lie frowned slightly, retracted his hand uncomfortably, and said, "...I'm sorry, I was abrupt."
"Do you understand me?" Xia Zhaoyi said.
Shen Lie said nothing, looking at her with a pair of deep black eyes, not knowing what to say.
The girl's eyes gradually turned red, but she suddenly smiled and handed him the purse in her hand.
Shen Lie took it and found that it was not heavy, but it felt heavy.
The old yellow old yellow purse was held firmly in his generous hands.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at her purse, she really... didn't dare to take it.
It was a kind of coldness and terror that cannot be described in words, transcending life and death, breaking through ethics, shattering time, space and the universe, as if it was forcing her to stretch out her hands and stand at the mouth of the dark mountains and seas to resist the scourge from eternity. , is a complete subversion of the understanding of life. There is no family, no hatred, nothing. She is alone in the world, and there is no living thing in the world.
She was afraid, timid. The moment she held her purse, she, who had never been afraid of loneliness, seemed to be weighed down by the loneliness in the sky. There was no human beings in the world, no mountains and rivers for thousands of miles, it was empty, boundless, and cold.
"Thank you, Shen Lie." Xia Zhaoyi said very softly.
Shen Lie looked at her with gentle eyebrows and said, "It will clear up someday. I will accompany you to find a place to bury her."
"No need," Xia Zhaoyi shook his head, "No need to bury him, just find a place in the wilderness and scatter him."
"Spread it?" Zhao Ning said, frowning slightly, "Ah Li, I might be wrong."
"No," Xia Zhaoyi said, "ride the wind and fly away. The sky is high and the clouds are vast. You will die in the right place."
"A worthy death." Ning Bin said in a low voice, looking at the purse in the young man's hand with compassion.
"Do you want to be green again?" Zhao Ning asked.
"Um."
"A few days before she died, she suffered the most humiliation from several men," Zhao Ning said. "She didn't want to live anymore and wanted to die with them."
Ning Bin lowered her head and tears rolled down her face. She wanted to suppress them, but the tears became more violent and she covered her face with her hands.
An hour later, the carriage arrived at Jingzhao Mansion Office.
It was too dark at night, and the chaotic scene here finally calmed down. The carriage came all the way, with more and more followers, and almost all the people from half of the capital came.
The officials who stayed behind at Jingzhao Mansion were dumbfounded and looked at the several carriages in the sea of people in disbelief.
