Chen Qingzhi who travels south in all clothes

Chongren Street stretches along Qingxi from north to south, and intersects with Leyou Avenue, which runs from east to west. It is said that Wei Jie, the prince with the most beautiful appearance, was killed on this street.

At the intersection of the two streets, there is a square, and a high platform is built in the center, surrounded by six giant columns, which is the platform for killing evil.

The afternoon sun was particularly strong, but it couldn't stop the people in Jiankang who watched the excitement. In order to witness with their own eyes, the emperor and nobles were cut in half.

Zhaoming tied his hair with an onyx scarf and wore a plain white gown. He was alone among the crowd.

He witnessed with his own eyes the whole process of Sixth Uncle being beheaded in half, from the arrival of the criminal escort, to the inspection by the court officer, checking the time, sending him to the execution platform, lying on his back, the execution knife was hung high, the beheading order was swung out, and the punishment knife fell , following the exclamation on the field, his eyes were replaced by scarlet, and he felt dizzy, only thinking in his heart: Father, my son has finally completed your confession.

When he woke up from the twilight, he saw only a woman in a light yellow skirt, with a beautiful face and worried eyebrows, kneeling beside him, looking at him with concern.

I was leaning on the Qingxi Pavilion a hundred steps away, the crowd watching the execution not far away had dispersed, the execution platform was empty, if it wasn't for the wet water splashed on the platform, it would be faintly red, like nothing, nothing Same happened.

Zhaoming opened his mouth with difficulty, only feeling that his voice was a little hoarse, "Why am I here?"

The woman bowed her head in salute and said, "Mr. Xiao Lang couldn't stand it. He fainted from the bloody collision? At that time, you fell down in front of the slave's house. I had to ask the elder brothers present to help you to the pavilion." In the middle, a big brother who is proficient in medical science said, just take a rest for a while and you will be fine."

Zhaoming nodded weakly, "Thank you Ma'am, have you been guarding here?" Only now did he see clearly that although the woman looked young, she was wearing a simple bun with a mahogany hairpin.

The woman's face turned red for a moment, and she lowered her head and said, "Young Lord, you don't need to be polite. In order to ask everyone for help, so as not to misunderstand, my family falsely called Xiao Langjun as my younger brother. Please forgive me. Later, when everyone looked at you, No problem, just leave now, I will wait here for a while."

"You saved me, how could I blame such a trivial matter?" Zhao Ming stood up strongly, and was about to thank him, but the woman held him gently through the veil.

"Mr. Xiaolang, please be considerate. You still don't want to get up. Rest for a while, and you will faint again from worry," the woman said softly.

Zhaoming had no choice but to sit and bow to each other.

The two had nothing to say for a long time, until Zhao Ming broke the embarrassment and said, "Today, my eldest sister is gone."

The woman was surprised and didn't know how to answer the words, so she could only comfort her, "Mr. Xiao Lang must be very sad, so he fainted. Please take care of yourself and let your condolences pass."

Zhaoming also felt that he was being abrupt, so he turned around and asked, "Is Madam also here to see the excitement?" He regretted the words as soon as he opened his mouth, thinking that this was really not a good question.

"No, my family came to Dongshikou to buy vegetables, but they were blocked by crowds, so I had to wait before leaving," she said, lifting the empty basket behind her.

Zhaoming heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a slight smile, "I missed Madam's grocery shopping."

When the young man spoke, his tone was very gentle and elegant, coupled with his white face, delicate eyebrows, and charming smile, the woman had to lower her head slightly, rubbing the willow weaving, and said softly, "It's okay, it will be a matter of a while."

"I don't like to watch the excitement either."

"Then what's wrong with Mr. Xiao Lang, standing there with a stick in his arms? Could it be that he also came to Dongshi to buy vegetables like the slave family?" The woman raised her eyes and joked. When the son smiled, it was the most beautiful thing in the world.

Unexpectedly, the boy frowned and said bitterly, "Can I not answer?"

"I'm sorry, I offended." The woman felt impolite, and seeing that he was well, she was about to get up and leave.

Zhaoming hurriedly grabbed her handkerchief, and said anxiously, "It's not your problem. You really want to. Listen to me?"

Seeing his sincerity, the woman knelt down again and waited for him quietly.

"My father felt that I was indecisive, so he ordered me to watch the sentence," Zhao Mingyin said after going through the whole story.

The woman said angrily, "How can there be such a father in the world, who is so hard-hearted, and wants his son to learn from him."

Her pitiful gaze made Zhaoming feel soft, and her tone of sympathy made Zhaoming couldn't help but want to laugh. How could she know that she had a run on her mouth, but today, this made him secretly feel relieved.

"Maybe, he hates that iron can't be made into steel. I try my best to achieve what he wants me to be, but I can't always do it," Zhaoming sighed quietly.

"You are such a filial child."

The two were silent again.

Until the shadow of the sun slanted to the west, the desert egrets flew together, and Qingxi glowed with a drunken red glow.