The sun was scorching in the sky, and the air was as scorched as fire. All things in the world were as if they were being roasted in a furnace, unbearably hot, and irritable and restless.
On the cross street, people cannot stay on the hot bluestone floor. However, at this moment, hundreds of disheveled prisoners are kneeling on the hot ground that can cause skin to burn and blister. Some of them are in rich clothes, and some are in rags.
There were all men, women, old and young among them. Some were pampered and some were covered in dust. Everyone was tied up and kneeling on the ground in a weird and uncomfortable posture, their bodies twisting uncomfortably.
Around them, the weapons in the hands of thousands of fully armed soldiers shone with dazzling light. They formed a large circle, surrounding hundreds of men, women, old and children, as if they were facing a formidable enemy. Dozens and a half of them
The executioner stood in front of the men, women, and children on the ground, with his shoulders bared, revealing all his flesh, and holding a red silk-handled ghost-headed knife. Each one looked fierce, with a bloodthirsty light shining in his eyes.
At several street intersections and under the eaves of shops outside the soldiers, a large number of people were watching in the dark. They pointed at the prisoners in the field and whispered and whispered. Some people sighed with regret, while others showed their faces.
An expression of joyful anticipation.
Bang bang bang!
The gong rang three times. The hot and noisy noise suddenly disappeared, and the place became silent. Everyone stretched their necks to look into the execution ground.
A soldier in shining armor ran from the street to a bamboo shed in the north. As he ran, the red tassel on his helmet burned and jumped like a ball of flame.
"I would like to inform Mr. Wu and all the lords who are responsible for the execution. It is already three quarters of noon. Can the execution be carried out?" The general bowed his hands and saluted the seven or eight officials sitting in the bamboo shed.
An official in a crimson robe sitting in the middle nodded slightly and stood up. He reached into his sleeves and took out a bright yellow imperial edict. Surrounded by seven or eight officials, the official walked slowly to the middle of the street.
His eyes were like lightning as he scanned the prisoners kneeling on the ground, and he began to read the imperial edict aloud.
"By God's blessing, the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty issued an edict: Investigate the Lin clan in Hangzhou for forming a party and hegemony, interfering in the country's foundation, with evil intentions, colluding with officials, and preying on the people. They are the fault of the Great Zhou Dynasty and the disaster of the world. If they are not killed, they will not be able to comfort the world.
, Not killing is not enough to make the people angry. This edict orders the entire Lin family to be executed immediately, all nine clans to be executed, and their property to be confiscated. I appreciate this!"
After the official recited the imperial edict, he stretched out his hand to take the token from the attendant's hand, raised his hand and threw it into the air, and shouted sternly: "Verify your identity and execute the execution!"
The token fell to the ground and made a crisp crackling sound. As the token fell to the ground, General Hongying waved his hand and shouted: "Execution."
Dozens of executioners shouted in unison and strode into the crowd of prisoners. In front of them, two gray-haired old men kneeling on the ground raised their heads, their faces full of despair. The flashing sword light reflected the strong sunlight, making them
I couldn't open my eyes. The ghost-headed knife was raised high, and dozens of bright lights flashed at the same time. When the knife fell, the heads of the two old men and the heads of dozens of boys, girls and children around them instantly rolled away into dust.
Blood splattered, and the prisoners behind them let out horrifying cries and shouts. They howled and screamed miserably. They twisted their bodies and squirmed like insects. However, the strong ropes tied up made it difficult for them to move.
. Some people were cursing loudly, some were begging bitterly, and some were incontinent and paralyzed on the ground. But no matter what, everyone's fate was determined.
The executioners moved quickly, and after chopping off a batch of heads, they continued to chop off another batch. There was not even a trace of mercy on their faces. In their eyes, these people were no different from wood, and chopping off heads was just an errand.
The sword flashed, and dozens more heads rolled to the ground. The corpses fell to the ground, and blood flowed across them.
All the prisoners were crying, wailing, cursing and begging. However, in the northwest corner, a handsome and tied-up middle-aged man with colorful hair did not make any struggle or cry. He raised his head and looked at the people in front of him calmly.
There was no trace of resentment or fear on Slaughter's face, but there seemed to be a sense of relief.
An executioner walked towards him holding a bloody sword. Instead of showing fear on his face, the middle-aged man smiled at the murderous executioner.
"What?" the executioner shouted with a frown.
"Brother, please act more steadily and quickly so that I can suffer less. Thank you very much." The middle-aged man whispered.
The executioner was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."
The bloody broadsword drew a red afterimage in the sky. With one swing of the sword, the middle-aged man's handsome head flew three feet away. A stream of hot blood sprayed onto the hot ground, causing a layer of hot bubbles to rise up with a stinging sound.
The executioner seemed to hear a gentle sigh from the mouth of the human head that fell to the ground.
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Ah~ah~!
In the dark room, a figure shrouded in a tent stood up suddenly and screamed. His chest was heaving and he was panting violently. He looked around in panic, and his whole body was dripping with sweat.
Those desperate cries were still echoing in my mind, the bloody scenes were still vivid in my mind, and my body was still shaking nervously. But suddenly, it all seemed like a dream, disappearing without a trace. There was silence everywhere.
, summer insects were chirping outside the window, and the reflections of the flowers and trees on the verandah were gently swaying on the green screen windows. Everything was quiet and peaceful.
The figure sat blankly for a moment, then lifted up the mosquito net and leaned out, revealing a young face. There was confusion and confusion on the face, and he looked around the dimly lit room. The more he looked at the young man's face,
The more confused and confused Shangbian became, the more doubts filled him.
The young man got out of bed, holding his forehead and frowning, and walked slowly around the room with his bare feet. Then he walked to the long window, stretched out his hand and pushed open the long green gauze window. The moon was shining brightly outside the window, and it was quiet and cool. The cool night
The wind blew through the sky, and the leaves in the yard made a gentle rustling sound, like a lover's whisper. The bright moonlight shone in from the window, illuminating the boy's face. The boy was very handsome, with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes.
, thin lips and high nose, but there is a mysterious weathered color between the young brows.
"What... happened?" The young man frowned and thought to himself, then reached out and touched his neck a few times. The skin on his neck was smooth and there was nothing unusual about it.
"Didn't I...beheaded?"
The heart-wrenching cries, the scene of blood and heads rolling in my mind are still clearly presented in my memory. Is that just a nightmare?
But the young man quickly rejected that it was a dream. The things he experienced in those twelve years were vividly visible in his mind, and it was definitely not a dream.
"Have you become a ghost after death?" The young man turned his head and looked behind him, and there was a shadow there. Ghosts have no shadows, and he was obviously not a ghost. No matter how much he felt in his chest, there was warmth there, and his violent heartbeat never stopped.
.
"Could it be...reborn?"
This horrifying thought flashed through the young man's mind, and he was stunned. His body stood frozen on the spot like a clay sculpture, dumbfounded.
Tuk-tuk-tuk! A gentle knock on the door woke up the frozen young man.
"Who is it?" the young man asked warily.
"Second Young Master, it's me." A timid voice came from outside the door.
There was an expression of surprise on the young man's face. He rushed to the door quickly and opened the door. A pretty girl with a pretty face was standing in front of the door holding a candle.
"I heard the second young master shouting a few times just now. I don't know what happened, so... I came here to have a look. Did the second young master have a nightmare?" The girl's eyes were full of concern.
The boy's eyes widened and he grabbed the girl's shoulders, shook her and said hastily: "Lv Wu, is that you?"
A blush appeared on the girl's face, and she said in surprise: "It's me, sir, what's wrong with you?"
The boy breathed quickly and asked again: "Is it really you? Haven't you already..., that's all, tell me, what day is today?"
"It's June 12th, sir, why do you ask this?" The girl named Lu Wu was already a little panicked.
"Green Dance, tell me again, which year is it now?"
"...It's the second year of Qingfeng. Master, what's wrong with you?" The girl noticed something was wrong and looked at the boy's pale face with concern.
"The second year of Qingfeng?" The young man took a few steps back blankly, sat down on the chair, and muttered to himself: "The second year of Qingfeng... twelve years ago... really twelve years ago...
…”
Lu Wu hurriedly put the candlestick on the table, stretched out her slender hand to touch the young man's forehead, and found that the young man's forehead was covered with fine sweat and his tentacles were hot. Lu Wu panicked and said: "Oh, the young master is really sick, I will go and treat him."
Go to the doctor."
The young man waved his hands feebly and said: "No need to go, I'm fine, I'm just very thirsty. Just go and pour me some tea."
"Okay, Lu Wu will make tea for the young master now." The pretty girl turned around hurriedly and walked out of the house.
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The bright moon is in the sky, and the night is quiet.
The breeze of the summer night blew through the huge city, washing away the heat and hustle and bustle of the day. It was already late, except for the brothels and brothels in the flower streets and willow lanes, which were still full of melodious music, laughter and joy, most of the city
The streets and alleys have long been quiet.
This is an ordinary summer night in Hangzhou Prefecture on Liangzhe Road in the Zhou Dynasty. Every day after summer, the people of Hangzhou Prefecture can only sleep peacefully in the few hours after midnight. Because after midnight
, the hustle and bustle of the bustling city and the heat of the day have completely dissipated, and people can sleep peacefully. Therefore, few people stay up late at this time that is suitable for falling asleep.
However, in a small courtyard located in the corner of the west courtyard of the Lin family mansion in Yongjinmen, the light in the small room in the main house has been on since the second watch and has not been extinguished until this moment. On the green gauze of the floor-to-ceiling carved long window, a
The motionless figure was reflected on it like a clay or wooden sculpture, and it had been two hours.
In the room, a small table was placed under the window. A young man in thin clothes was sitting quietly beside the small table with his chin in his hands. His eyes looked through the transparent green gauze on the long window, looking at the westward ring in the sky.
Haoyue was in a trance. It had been three days. The boy had been sitting here in trance for three consecutive days since he woke up.
It seems that this young man is admiring the moon, but his expression does not look like he is admiring the moon. His brows are obviously frowning, his eyes are full of confusion, and he is in a state of wandering thoughts.
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The young man's name is Lin Jue, and he is the second son of the third eldest son of the Lin family in Hangzhou. He is said to be the second son, but he is actually the son of a concubine. In these days, the status of the son of a concubine is extremely low. Therefore, his residence is here
A simple small courtyard. In the three-bedroom courtyard behind the small courtyard, in the exquisite small building with carved beams and painted beams, lives the real owner of the three-bedroom house.
The young man's thoughts were flying, and his mind was boiling like boiling water. It has been twelve years. It has been twelve years since he traveled from the later world to this place. The day he came here was also a bright moonlit summer night. Ten
That night two years ago, when he opened his eyes, he found that his soul was possessed by an eighteen-year-old boy named Lin Jue. He traveled to the dynasty called Dazhou and began another journey.
In the later era when he traveled through time, he originally committed suicide because of his failure in life. Unexpectedly, such a death did not bring him eternal peace. His life after time traveling was not colorful, let alone heroic.
Tu Baye. He did not achieve a great career like the time-travelers in novels, books, movies and TV series. Instead, he just lived here in confusion for twelve years, living in fear and without any achievements.
It's not that he doesn't want to live a wonderful life, it's not that he doesn't want to achieve great achievements, but in the life after time travel, the reality is cruel and terrible. Every choice he makes seems to be wrong, and this series of mistakes ultimately leads to him accomplishing nothing.
Just when he cheered up and his situation improved, it was already too late. At the age of thirty, when he had just passed the imperial examination and his future seemed bright, a catastrophic disaster suddenly struck.
After that, everything came to an abrupt end. The twelve years of life that traveled through time were like a dull and dull dream, which was annihilated without any splendor after the catastrophe.
Before being beheaded, Lin Jue even felt a sense of relief in his heart. The life he traveled through time once again ended in failure. This time, he should have fallen into the vastness forever and would no longer have any worries. But I don’t know if it was because of the pain.
Due to the blessing or curse of some mysterious power, when Lin Jue opened his eyes again, he found that he was reborn.
Just three nights ago, the wheel of time threw me to the starting point where I traveled twelve years ago, and returned to the moment I traveled twelve years ago. When I opened my eyes from the bed at the age of eighteen,
, still lying in this small house in the west courtyard of the Lin family mansion. It was as quiet and peaceful as the night when I traveled back to this time, and everything was still the same. At that time, my mind still echoed with the blood-filled eyes before death, and the scene before death.
Crying and wailing, but all of them suddenly disappeared, far away from me.
Just like the shock caused by time travel, this rebirth also made me panic. How absurd and unreal it all was. It was simply unbelievable that these two shocking things, time travel and rebirth, happened to me.
Lin Jue suspected that he was crazy, or was in a deep dream, and suspected that everything was fake. But after three days of adapting and thinking hard, he had to admit that it was all true.
Twelve years ago, when he traveled through time, Lin Jue had the same thought. But the fact is that he has really lived in this era for twelve years. So everything at this moment is obviously not a dream.
I'm afraid the only explanation for all this can only be described in four words: "It's good fortune that makes people do something".
Maybe he has received some kind of secret mission, or maybe he failed to complete his mission because of his inaction, so God gave him opportunities again and again and asked him to do something? Lin Jue
It is unknown. But now, Lin Jue has no mind to think about what kind of sacred mission he has shouldered from God. He only cares about one thing, and that is how he should face this new life.
In the past three days, Lin Jue was thinking about a question repeatedly. He had failed twice in his previous life, would he have to make the same mistake again in this life? In his last life, the entire Lin family was wiped out, and he ended up accompanying the Lin family at the age of thirty.
The whole family will die. So in this life, will I let all this happen and do nothing?
The answer is obviously no. Lin Jue has thought clearly in the past three days and has made a decision. Although the Lin family he lives in has no affection or warmth for him. Even the experience of his previous life tells him that
, what the Lin family gave him was more humiliation and bullying. But the disaster that happened when he was thirty years old was a disaster for the entire Lin family. As long as his surname was Lin, he could not get away with it. The decision-making mistakes of the upper management of the Lin family led to
The tragedy of genocide happened. So how could I allow such a thing to happen again in this life? Even if it was not for the Lin family, it should be for myself and the people around me who were kind to me in the previous life.
"There is no way we can make the same mistakes again in this life. Things can only be done in three ways. How can we spend this third life in a hazy state again? Not to mention serving the country and the people, we must start well and end well, and have a house full of wives, concubines, and children." Lin Jue
He muttered to himself facing the bright moon in the sky.
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