Under the spotlight of everyone, Xiao Chen wore the only purple robe of the Ming Dynasty that made people all over the world jealous. With clear eyes, he slowly walked towards the more than one foot high execution platform behind the guillotine.
The execution platform outside the Meridian Gate covers an area of three feet long and one foot wide. It is entirely made of dark black bluestone and is solemn and solemn.
All along, as long as serious criminals are executed here, there will be at least thirty or forty officials sitting on the execution platform. Among the execution officials in the middle, the lowest ones are the six ministers of the third rank of the imperial court, to show the solemnity of the country.
Today, there are no tables and chairs placed on the execution platform. There are only three figures standing quietly.
Duan Tianming and Du Shaoqin stood side by side. The soap-black Dongchang officer uniforms on their bodies looked even colder in the cold wind. Their solemn expressions made people look timid.
In front of them, Xiao Chen, dressed in purple, had his hands behind his back, and his thin face had sharp edges. Two sharp eyes swept across the faces of everyone in the distance.
Today, Wang Xiaosi personally sent the Ming Dynasty purple clothes given by the emperor to the Thirteenth Battle, and even ordered him to wear purple clothes to supervise the execution.
Xiao Chen knew that this was an opportunity given by the emperor to show his face in front of the world, and to declare to those with ulterior motives his determination to never slacken his fight.
Looking at the group of important court ministers in dark red official uniforms in the farthest place, Xiao Chen understood that the emperor's execution in public today of the once supremely powerful and endlessly favored leader of Zhao Prison was sending a signal to the world: the world belongs to the emperor.
The world.
Liao Xianghe stood in front of the guillotine, his messy white hair fluttering in the cold wind, covering most of his face.
Raising his right hand and stroking his hair, Liao Xianghe looked at the group of ministers in the distance.
In the past, no one would be afraid of him when they saw him. But today, standing in the distance, looking at himself with two pairs of shackles on his feet, although their expressions looked solemn, they must be very worried in their hearts.
It is refreshing and relieving.
Even though he had already considered death, Liao Xianghe still felt a little bit lost in his heart at this moment.
He had a belief in his heart, a belief that could put his own life and death aside, but facing the gap between heaven and earth, he still felt sad in his heart.
After today, there will be no more Liao Xianghe in this world. He doesn't know if the other people left can complete their great cause, but he, Liao Xianghe, tried his best. He was a rebel of Ming Chengzu, but he was his own real power.
, a fearless warrior who stands tall and strong.
Glancing at the two cold-blooded executioners beside him, Liao Xianghe smiled faintly. It was as if the cold swords in their hands were just toys in the hands of children.
After searching for a while under the stage, Liao Xianghe was slightly disappointed.
He once asked Xiao Chen if he could send him on his last journey. At that time, Xiao Chen did not agree to him, but he knew that Xiao Chen would definitely come.
After looking at the sun above his head, Liao Xianghe slowly closed his eyes.
Xiao Chen didn't come, he didn't come to see him off on this last journey. It was because he thought too much.
"Master Liao, you will be beheaded in half a quarter of an hour. Do you have any last words?" A familiar voice came from behind.
"Is it Xiao Chen?" Liao Xianghe thought in his mind and slowly turned his head.
A familiar figure, a familiar face, holding an oblate animal skin wine flask in his hand, walked slowly towards him.
"Xiao Chen, you really came to see me off." Liao Xianghe couldn't help but feel excited.
Xiao Chen raised the wine bottle in his hand: "I'm here to give you a farewell drink."
"Okay, okay." Liao Xianghe was a little excited, and his deep eyes were actually a little moist.
Looking back on my life, I have sacrificed everything I could sacrifice. Although I have a "noble" belief in my heart that supports me throughout my life, I still feel a little lonely when facing death.
At this moment, Xiao Chen was able to give him a ride, which was a bit of spiritual comfort for him.
"Come on, have a sip of wine and go on your way with peace of mind." With a smile on his face, Xiao Chen raised the wine bottle in his hand and handed it over.
Liao Xianghe shook his head slightly, with a smile on his sallow face, and reached out to pick it up.
Suddenly, he saw Xiao Chen's purple sleeves, and when he looked closely, he saw that Xiao Chen was wearing a brand new purple official uniform.
"Why are you dressed in such a color?" Liao Xianghe's eyes were full of disbelief, and his right hand stopped in the air, trembling.
As the main person in charge of the imperial edict, this purple color can only be used by the emperor. If any royal relatives or important officials in the court use it without authorization, they will become the key targets of the imperial edict.
He didn't believe that Xiao Chen would risk the disapproval of the world and secretly wear a purple official uniform.
The most important thing is that there is a golden unicorn embroidered on the sleeve of this purple dress.
This unicorn pattern, as well as this exquisite embroidery technique, cannot be embroidered by private workshops.
Could it be that it was just a gift from the emperor? Could it be that Xiao Chen was now inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people?
Thinking of this, Liao Xianghe's right hand trembled even more violently, and hot tears flowed out of his eyes that were too deep to see any emotion.
Just now, he didn't realize that Xiao Chen was dressed in purple and came to say goodbye to him.
"This, is this the Ming Dynasty Purple Clothes given by the Emperor?" Liao Xianghe said tremblingly.
"Yes, the emperor's gift is called Daming Purple Clothes, also called Qilin Purple Clothes." Xiao Chen nodded.
Although Liao Xianghe was the mastermind of all the conspiracies, now he is a prisoner who is about to be beheaded. No matter what he is planning, his unyielding character until death makes Xiao Chen sincerely admire him, and it is also what he is willing to do today
The reason for coming to deliver wine.
"Okay, okay." The excitement in Liao Xianghe's heart actually made him a little incoherent.
Taking the wine bottle from Xiao Chen's hand, he raised his head and took a big sip.
"This wine gives me the taste of my master." Liao Xianghe's eyes became sharp again, and he scanned the dark crowd around him: "After drinking this wine, I will die without regrets!"
"Xiao Chen, how dare you do this?" A huge roar came from the crowd in the distance.
Xiao Chen was stunned and looked at the source of the sound.
At the place where hundreds of officials from Yuanchuan were standing, an old man wearing the official uniform of a second-rank official in the imperial court tried his best to push aside the crowd around him and squeeze towards the execution platform.
Seeing that it was a second-rank official of the imperial court, the smile on Xiao Chen's face disappeared instantly, and he slowly walked to the edge of the execution platform, with his hands behind his back, waiting for the other party's arrival.
That slender back was purple, like a sharp blade reaching into the sky, making people feel fearful at first sight.
Panting, the man squeezed under the execution platform and looked up at Xiao Chen.
"The purple clothes of the Ming Dynasty are like the emperor's presence in person. But you are offering wine to a death row prisoner. How unbecoming is this?!"
Xiao Chen looked down at the other person and said calmly: "Who are you? Tell me your name."
