If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

When Yan Chengting hurried to the capital, all the crimes about Mu Xiangyi were settled.

During these last few days, he seemed to be at peace.

The day before his beheading, he saw Yan Chisu for the last time.

The empress, who was originally high-spirited, was a little haggard this time.When she saw Mu Xiangyi coming, she rushed out, but when she saw him, she stopped in embarrassment.

She pursed her lips, as if she wanted to say something, but finally closed her mouth.

Mu Xiangyi just smiled at her and said, "Cao Min is leaving, come to see His Majesty for the last time."

The fists in Yan Chi Su's sleeves were clenched tightly, and an idea shouted in her heart, wanting to let Mu Xiangyi stay.She finally just asked, "Is that why you love him so much?"

She seemed to still have a little thought, hoping to hear a negative answer from him.

The smile on the corners of Mu Xiangyi's lips didn't disappear, and he looked at her as if he was looking at a little girl who was having a temper, but his affection was firm, and he said, "Yes."

Yan Chisu's remaining trace of unbearableness also disappeared because of his words, the expression on her face became cold and hard, and the words she uttered were as sharp as a knife: "Okay, then you go to die."

As if she didn't hear what she said, Mu Xiangyi said to her: "Under the biggest tree in front of Chenxi Palace, I left something for you."

Yan Chisu averted her eyes and stopped looking at him, she said: "I am the master of this world, I can't get anything I want."

Mu Xiangyi said: "It's not worth anything, if you don't want it, just throw it away."

Yan Chisu didn't answer, and after a while he heard him say again: "Some things I want to tell you, I wrote them down..."

As Mu Xiangyi said, she took a letter from her sleeve and handed it to her.

Yan Chisu didn't reach out to pick it up, and he didn't say anything, and put it on the table on his own.

"Open it after I go, and I won't see you again in the future." Mu Xiangyi said, "You are a good emperor, but this belongs to your prosperous age, and I won't be able to see it in the future."

Yan Chisu resisted not to read the letter, and said to him: "What do you want to say, do you want me to let you go?"

Mu Xiangyi said: "No need, I'm notorious, so I deserve to die."

She seemed to be stung by his words, she didn't answer, and she didn't look at him anymore.

After Mu Xiangyi explained, she turned around and walked out.His background is still that fragile, but it seems that the burden that has been weighing on him has disappeared, and he walked very easily.

When the soldiers who had been waiting at the door saw him coming out, they put the shackles and shackles on him.

The day is cloudy, neither wind nor rain, neither hot nor cold.

He walked out of Miyagi, walked up the street, and walked to the West Market.

The people on the side of the road have already prepared all the things that should be thrown away. These people who have been devastated by the war have finally obtained a channel to vent their anger.

Rotten vegetables, leaves, eggs, and stones were thrown at him, and he let them hit his face and body as if he didn't know the pain.

He, Mu Xiangyi, lived his whole life without making any great achievements or achievements. He lived a mediocre life all his life, and it should come to an end.

When he was escorted to kneel on the guillotine, the executioner seemed to be the first time he had ever seen a dying man smiling so lightly, and asked him, "Aren't you afraid?"

Mu Xiangyi shook her head, showing a slight smile, and the ice and snow melted like spring wind and rain in an instant.

He said, "I'm not afraid."

Knife up.

He thought of the half-life that he and Yan Chengting had been entangled with each other, thought of the countless words of love that seemed to be true and false that lingered in his ears, and thought of the partings that made him heartbroken again and again.

Think of the injuries he has suffered, and think of the people he is sorry for.

In the end, I realized that I had nothing left except this hollow heart.

He has forgiven many people in his life, but he has a clear conscience towards Yan Chengting.By now, maybe that love is no longer love, but just a habit.

He was sorry for Yan Chisu, he deceived her, used her, now he can pay her back, with his own life.

He used to think that Yan Chisu hated him and wanted him to die, but only now did he realize that her madness and paranoia were all because of the love she couldn't ask for.

But Mu Xiangyi's heart is already dead, from the first time Yan Chengting sent him to Yan Chisu's side, from the carriage he fled and was sent back to by him, from the time he left him in front of the west gate. From the moment he rode his horse away, his love for Mu Xiangyi was finally exhausted to the point where there was nothing left.

Yan Chisu's torment to him is not the torment he inflicted on himself.

It's just that he's tired and he doesn't want to go on.

He has truly become an extremely filthy person, from body to heart, there is no trace of truth left.

Thinking of this, Mu Xiangyi laughed again.

In fact, he lied to Yan Chisu again.

He didn't love Yan Chengting a long time ago, and he took the blame for him not because of love, but because he had had enough.

Tired of continuing to be in the middle of these two people, tired of enduring this boundless suffering alone.

Yan Chisu will not let him go easily, she will torture him as long as he lives.

When the pain is so unbearable, I don't want to continue.

As smart as him, how could he not know how to give himself an end.

His life is in Yan Chisu's hands, if she wants to kill him, he can only take another hard jump on the road to despair.

Let her continue to think that he loves Yan Chengting, even if his heart is like a dead tree, even if he has no intention of loving or hating.

Looking at the gleaming guillotine, he thought, it's over.

His heart full of holes finally didn't have to hurt for anyone anymore.

The knife fell, blood spattered.

That day, the people watching the execution in Xishi saw a traitor beheaded.

That day, a man named Mu Xiangyi died on the execution ground.

The crime of treason should be punished by beheading, and after that, the head will be hung on the city wall and exposed to the sun for three days.

On that day, Yan Chisu ordered a handsome concubine and had a good night in the palace.

When she woke up the next morning, she changed her clothes and dragged Xin Chengen's male concubine to the table to teach him how to write.

She grabbed his hand and drew a picture of thousands of miles of rivers and mountains on the rice paper.

She whispered in his ear: "Look, the world is vast, and this country belongs to me." Her voice was soft, and there seemed to be countless tenderness in her words: "Would you like to share this prosperous world with me? "

The concubine seemed shocked by her words and nodded.

Yan Chengting rushed all the way, full of travel and dust.He was really exhausted. Seeing a tea stand by the road ahead, he got off the horse and bought a bowl of tea to drink.

He drank from a bowl and poured the rest of the jug into a nearby manger to feed his horses.

He made a disguise when he came, his appearance was quite different from usual, but he was not afraid of being discovered.

Most of the customers sitting in this tea stand were peasant women passing by, surrounded by a table of people, after a few cups of yellow soup, their mouths loosened.

"Hey, have you heard? That evildoer is finally dead."

"Which one?"

"Which one else could it be? Just kill more than a dozen people in a row in that practice field, shocking the little courtiers in the capital."

"It's good to die, isn't it rumored that this war started because of him? A good death is a good death."

"That's right, the head is still hanging on the city wall... Hey, where's the man who was drinking tea next to him?"

Yan Chengting used to always feel that life is too short to make great achievements.His father was an emperor, so he had to be an emperor too.

But in the end, when he became the emperor, he realized that it was just that meaningful.

He used to think that Mu Xiangyi, and his heart, wanted to live with him for a long time.It's just that he always thinks that the time is too long, there is no need to stick to the love of children for a while.There will be plenty of opportunities in the future, so don't care too much about it.

Later, he put many things first, such as ambition, the throne, pride, and influence, until he pushed Mu Xiangyi far away. Unknowingly, the person who was once on his heart became the closest thing to him. the last one.

He hadn't seen him for a long time, and the last impression of him in his mind was the ashes on Mu Xiangyi's face when he left in Ximen, and some unsightly things in the picture book.

He didn't think about him when he left, and when he came back, he thought that the turmoil was over and there was still a chance to take him away.

But when the head hanging high on the city wall came into his eyes, all his extravagant hopes were in vain.

He never thought that that person could not afford to wait.

At that moment, he actually forgot whether he was going to cry or what to do. He stared dryly, carefully distinguishing, trying to find any trace of falsehood from that person's head.

He thought, how could Yan Chisu be willing to kill him.

He is such a nice and gentle person, how could she be willing to kill him?

He didn't remember how he rushed over, nor how he snatched his head.Maybe it was because he appeared too suddenly, or maybe it was because the guards on the city wall were too lax, so that he got his hands.

Holding that cold head in his arms, he drove the horse and ran all the way out.

Someone came after him, but their horses could not catch him.

So they shot arrows, and the arrows went into his back, and into the bodies of the horses that sat down.

He only carefully protected Mu Xiangyi, fearing that Liu Ya would hurt him.

He heard the wind whistling by his ears, so the piercing sound of bowstrings was not very obvious.He recalled it in a daze, as if a long time ago, he also took Mu Xiangyi to run like this.

As they rode their horses, the snow fluttered down and fell on top of their heads.

He lowered his head to kiss him, and kissed the moist lips of the man. When the world was quiet, all he could hear was his own heartbeat.

But why, that trace of temperature can no longer be found?

Yan Chengting's head was a little numb, he panicked and thought, oh, he forgot, and later he sent him away.

It's okay, Xiangyi, it's okay.He hugged the head of the man in his arms tightly, and said to him: "It's okay, it's over, I'll take you away."

He ran all the way, and his pursuers were briefly left behind by him.

He ran into the forest, and the horse was at the end of its strength, and after running forward for a while, its hooves softened, rolled forward a few times, and died.

Yan Chengting also fell off the horse, he hugged "Mu Xiangyi" tightly for fear of hurting him.

So he fell to the ground by himself, and when he landed, he even heard the sound of bones breaking, presumably he was injured.

But it doesn't matter, as long as Xiangyi is not hurt.

He smiled gratifiedly at this, and looked back, thinking he had to leave quickly.

The densely packed trees in the mountain forest melted into a gloomy black between the sky and the earth.

He stood up slowly, hugged his Xiangyi and continued walking.

His bones appeared to be broken in two, and he found it difficult to breathe when he walked.He could only hold the things in his arms tightly, step by step, and continue to move forward.

He walked a long way, stepped over thorns, and rolled down the hillside.

He dragged his lame feet and found a lake in the mountains and forests, so he stopped, put down "Xiangyi", tore off a corner of his inner garment as a cloth towel, washed it in the lake water, and came to "Xiangyi" "wipe.

He thought, his little son is too bad at taking care of himself, his hair is also messed up, and he doesn't have the slightest grace in the past.

But it's okay, he's here, he can take care of him.

Yan Chengting carefully wiped away the blood on the corners of his eyes and brows, and wiped off all the dust and sand on his fair face.Gradually the original face of the man was revealed, but he still closed his eyes tightly, as if he was asleep.

"Xiangyi, don't go to sleep, sleep well at night." He held his face in his hands, and gently stroked his face with his cheek, just like what he likes to do most on weekdays.

But "Xiangyi" still closed his eyes and ignored him.

Yan Chengting thought to himself, his little son lost his temper again.

But why is his face so blue? Didn't he sleep well?Did someone bully you?

He quietly waited for him to wake up, he waited and waited, but his little son still closed his eyes tightly and didn't even look at him.

He stared blankly at "Mu Xiangyi" for a while, and suddenly seemed to remember something.His shoulders trembled, and finally he let out a desperate cry that could not be suppressed.

The crying gradually lost control, and even though he tried hard to suppress it, the mournful moan still came from his chest and throat.

he died.

He finally understood.

Mu Xiangyi died.

It was he himself who killed him.

He cried and cried, pulling the wounds inside and outside his body, but he didn't seem to feel any pain at all.

His cries were mixed with the roar in his chest, hoarse and desperate.

He held Mu Xiangyi's face, tears fell from his eyes and hit Mu Xiangyi's face.

Yan Chengting sobbed and said, "I was wrong."

[System prompt: The strategy target Yan Chengting has a love value of +0, a regret degree of +2, a current love value of 100, and a regret degree of 100. 】

Yan Chisu felt that things were not going well in the past few days, and she got angry several times for no reason when she went to court.She also knew which courtiers were not at fault, but she just couldn't control her temper.

She felt as if she had forgotten something very important, but she couldn't remember it.

She went down to court and was the first person to walk in the palace, walking and walking until she reached a palace.

When she realized it, the three big characters "Chenxi Palace" were already in front of her eyes, and she could see them as soon as she looked up.

Like a puppet being manipulated, she stiffened her body, turned back, and found the tallest tree in the palace.

She didn't see the shovel, so she simply squatted down and dug the soil by the tree with her hands.

The soil was not very hard. After digging for a while, she dug out a large box from under the tree.

She took out the big box, and was about to open it. She was stunned for a moment, and wiped her muddy hands on the hem of her clothes carefully. She opened the box carefully when she felt that it was almost done.