Chapter 301 There is no right or wrong, only strong and weak
"Take Jingjing away."
On the prison car, the girl closed her eyes and looked cold.
"Sister!" Ye Jingjing looked at Qing Ge stubbornly.
Qingge suddenly opened her eyes, "Get out of here."
"Let's go."
Although Yin Liangshi was reluctant to let go, she had no choice but to carry Ye Jingjing, who was hanging on the prison car like an octopus, onto the horse. Ye Jingjing struggled to go to Qingge, but Qingge just stood there, faintly
Looking at her, Ye Jingjing suddenly stopped moving.
For a long time, she lowered her head, obediently and softly.
The elite guards of the Criminal Law Library dragged the prison car away. Ye Jingjing sat on the horse and glared angrily at the prison car that was getting further away.
Her pink hands grasped her sleeves. Ye Jingjing opened her eyes wide and was so stubborn that she refused to even cry.
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East Palace, Prince's Mansion.
Beihuang, who was wearing an elegant gown, opened the closed sandalwood door and looked at the people outside. Beihuang smiled faintly and said in surprise: "Brother Seventh Emperor, why do you have time to come to the East Palace?"
When Beilinghai walked into the house, the sun was in the middle of the sky and the sky was clear, but the air was very oppressive and dull.
"Ye Qingge was beheaded at noon, how can you still have the leisure to play with flowers and plants?" Beiling Hai looked at the potted plants on the table, frowning and said.
Beihuang chuckled lightly and said, "What does Ye Qingge's beheading have to do with my leisurely life?"
Beilinghai was stunned for a moment, speechless and unable to answer.
"Aren't you worried?" Beilinghai asked.
"What are you worried about? Who are you worried about? Are you worried about your father?" Beihuang walked to the table, picked up the scissors, and methodically cut off the weeds in the potted plants.
Beiling Hai's already frowning brows were even more difficult to open, "Father? Why are you worried about father? Ye Qingge is being tortured. You have some friendship with her, she..."
"Brother Imperial, you talk a little too much today."
Beihuang cut off a piece of weeds, suddenly raised his eyes, looked towards Beilinghai, and interrupted Beilinghai's words.
Beiling Hai was stunned. The man in front of him was gentle and elegant, but the murderous aura in his eyes made him silent.
"I have prepared a carriage to go to the outskirts of Yong'an City. Do you want to go?" Beilinghai asked.
Beihuang held his forehead and said, "I don't want to see bloody scenes, so you can go ahead."
Beilinghai: "..."
Helpless and with a wry smile, Beilinghai turned around and left. When he walked to the door, Beihuang suddenly called out to him, "Brother Emperor."
Beilinghai paused and looked back at Beilinghai, puzzled.
"No matter what happens today, you just have to be yourself." Beihuang said some incomprehensible words, which made Beiling Haiyun foggy, "There is no right or wrong in earthly things, only the strong and the weak, how can we survive?"
A strong person says and does what is right."
Beilinghai wanted to say something, but Beihuang said: "It's windy, remember to close the door when you leave."
Beilinghai: "..." It was indeed a wrong decision for him to come to Beihuang.
The sound of closing the door sounded loudly, and a deep and lonely look appeared in Beihuang's eyes. He lifted the potted plant with one hand and cut off the remaining leaves with the scissors in the other hand.
The scissors clicked, and sunlight poured in through the window lattice. Beihuang's eyebrows and eyes looked blurry and charming among the branches and leaves of the potted plants, which was breathtaking.
Those amber star-like pupils were like the sharpest and sharpest sword in the world. When they were unsheathed, they could see deeply into people's hearts, as if nothing could be hidden from him.
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West of the city, suburb of Yong'an.
The dark red color of the guillotine seemed to be rendered by blood, and many people gathered around it.
A guard opened the prison car, roughly pulled the girl out of the car, and dragged her to the table. The sound of the iron chain rubbing on the ground was heard. The guard wanted Qingge to kneel down. Qingge's legs were straight, her eyes were cold, and she was extremely confused.
Don’t kneel until you die!
Seeing this, the guard kicked Qing Ge on the back of his knees. Qing Ge staggered forward, but his knees still did not bend.
The guard was angry and wanted to force Qingge to kneel down. A piano sound suddenly sounded. The guard holding a machete next to Qingge suddenly exploded to death, with blood flowing from his seven orifices. The clanging sound of the piano turned into music.
The blade struck, breaking through the body of the guard like a sharp sword, and he died in an instant.
"Who wants her to kneel down?"
The woman's cold voice was mixed with the intention of killing, and it came out coldly.
Qingge raised her eyes and looked into the distance. On top of the mountains, a woman sat cross-legged, Fuxi Qin was placed on her knees, her long hands were covered with hideous wounds, and she struck decisively when the strings were plucked!
Beiyue Emperor glared at Ye Qingcheng, but his purpose this time was only Ye Qingge, so he endured it. It didn't matter whether he knelt or not. At most, it was just about losing face. The result he wanted was for Ye Qingge to die and be with her.
My father died quietly like that.
As for the process, it doesn't matter.
"Let another executioner pass by, he can just stand." Beiyue Emperor said to the secret guard behind him.
The secret guard went down to give orders, and an executioner came up to the guillotine with a beheading knife and walked to Qingge's side.
The people watching were astonished. This was the first time in the history of the Four-Star Continent that someone was on the guillotine, not kneeling, but standing.
Even if her head is cut off, she still has to stand. That is her backbone and dignity.
What about women?
Who dares to say that she is inferior to men?
Qingge stood on the guillotine, her dark clothes stained with blood, and her white hair seemed to be stained with dripping blood, like a red plum blooming alone against the frost and snow when it was thousands of miles away.
She just stood there, saying nothing, looking around.
She saw Aventurine and his two guards, Mu Yingying following Mu Qi, Mo Xiewu sitting on the green grass, reclining, drinking strong wine and getting drunk on life, Tu Lieyun and Asuka were waiting
The man was riding on the flaming horse with a majestic momentum. Ye Wuhen looked tired, and Ye Yu stood beside him.
Her heart skipped a beat, and Qing Ge looked around, trying to find the gray-haired old man who was now dying.
Can't find...
Can't find it anywhere.
She was not afraid of anything, she was just afraid that the old man who loved her so much would be sad.
Her eyes suddenly jumped, and she stared quietly, and saw a corner of the gray robe behind a sycamore tree. With just one glance, she knew that it was Ye Qingtian.
She knows, she knows everything.
Ye Qingtian wanted to see her, but how could he bear to see his granddaughter's head missing?
That is such a cruel thing.
Under the sycamore tree, behind the old man, a figure appeared, that person was Xiao Cang.
"You have to believe in your granddaughter. Unlike your son, she will not die willingly in the hands of others." Xiao Cang said.
Hearing this, Ye Qingtian smiled bitterly, "She is different from Feng'er, but Xiao Cang, do you know the feeling of watching the person you care about most being tied to the guillotine? I am already dead as Feng'er,
I don’t want to lose another granddaughter.”
"If Qing Ge dies, there will be no need for the Beiyue Empire to exist."
There was a look of solemnity in the old man's lowered eyes. The god of murder, who had been silent for many years, finally woke up.