without me

The huge crowd of spectators continued to increase in order to have a group in a circle.

The leader was the family members of King Guangxian who had sneaked into the royal city, their eyes were full of resentment and sorrow, all aimed at the monarch on the dragon chair.

I was not conspicuous among them, my exhausted body could no longer support myself to maintain my spirit, and my eyelids kept drooping.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a sudden existence, wearing the beautiful clothes of the girl's family, but it was different from the crowd watching the excitement, with sadness and struggle on the face, and no black and white on the top of the head.

The eyebrows were different because of the same exhaustion, but I clearly found a familiar feeling in her.

Seeing her crazily trying to get closer to him, Jiang An and Yingxiu tried their best to block each other's movements, and the two of them couldn't help gritting their teeth and crying because of this scene.

I am very relieved that at least one relative remains.

Due to the large number of executioners, some people were not even able to change into the clothes of death row prisoners, while I was still half-tied by the wooden hairpin, and there was an indescribable sense of harmony.

dirty?In fact, it is very clean, so there is no abruptness.

The rough and strong arms forcefully pressed the man onto the cutting board, and the big knife was swung down again and again, causing everyone to exclaim.An old woman covered her child's eyes. Seeing that the child was about to cry, she hugged him, patted his back and softly comforted him, and pushed him away from the execution ground.

When it was finally my turn, the stiff cutting board was just stained with blood, but it still felt cold.

Among the people pressing up from the other side were many familiar faces, such as Shen Shijie, my mother, and Chen Ju.

Shen Shijie was already dazzled by the fear of death, lying on my left side screaming.

I still couldn't hold back, and spit on the other party.

And from the right hand came a voice that I was extremely familiar with, and it was indeed a tone that I had never heard before.

Ruan Chenji was suffering from an illness, and was sent to the chopping block without making a fuss, without thinking about anything.

Until a simple wooden hairpin appeared in his eyes, his eyes were fixed on it stubbornly and never left.

"language……"

I turned around in a little surprise and bewilderment, only to see the other party had the same expression as myself.She opened her mouth in a daze, "...Yu, Ping?"

He stayed until his death, and was not sober.

Seeing the other person like this, I don't know what it feels like in my heart, or nothing.

As of now, there is nothing left.

I lowered my gaze, and when I turned my head again, I smiled at the woman who gave birth to me, and Ruan Chenji also had a faint trace of joy, and I don't know what I thought of.

"my hand?"

Probably saw someone.

"Oh, it's okay, just bleed, it's much better than my elder brother's injury when he went to the battlefield."

"Yuping, do you think that hairpin is expensive?"

"Look at you, it's expensive and greedy, I carved one for you, keep it! Don't be too moved..."

"Hey, what are you laughing at? Is it really so ugly...?"

Saw a lot, a lot.

What made me dumbfounded at the end of the execution ground was the fact that the high platform was built, which was able to have a panoramic view of the crowd watching the excitement, and found another surprise here.

Not far from the struggling Jiang Zhuiyan, He Huang hugged a round object and looked at me from a distance, his expression was blurred, and he was still comforting the object with his hands.

I suppressed the sense of scope caused by my tiredness and focused my eyes, and finally saw the appearance of that thing clearly.

It's a baby, Xiao Qi in our family.

At this moment, if Mrs. Dong, who was killed on the way because of resistance, was there, she would definitely use her expression to tease her child who survived the danger with a smile.

Was it Jiang Ci who did it?Outer clothes.

Judging by the reactions of the two girls in Hongxinglou... they should have been waiting for me on Huangquan Road in advance.

I suddenly didn't feel that I was going through something terrible, and I always felt that everyone was still there.

In the end, my spirit couldn't bear it anymore, so I looked at their appearance below, and I had the illusion that I was dreaming.

Jiang Wenru rushed to ask for advice from the dead sages, his uncle smiled while holding the wine, and had a good chat with the deputy general; Yiqiong took a man who was a little strange to him, and the two looked at the only Clivia left in the flowerpot of Jiang's house , joking and chatting with each other.

And Jiang Ci, who was the closest, moved a stool with a playful smile, looked at Zhuiyan and Xiaoqi calmly, and looked at me who was pressed on the chopping board, without urging...

Asking voices came from behind, one was slightly younger and the other was very old.

The official nodded and bowed, and asked the other party flatteringly: "Situ, please take a look first, but these people?"

Situ shook his head slightly, holding a transparent object made of jade crystal in his hand, carefully sizing up the prisoners on the execution ground.

"Hiss, why do I remember the Jiang family's four male dolls?"

The other party responded quickly.

"Jiang Youwei has six children, three of whom are said to be girls."

"One died in the mansion, and the other was ordained to become a monk. The execution ground is the third one." He suddenly remembered something, "Oh yes, I heard that there was a girl who disguised herself as a boy since she was a child."

Situ chuckled and said, "Well, that's right, I saw only six dolls last time."

"No problem, everyone is here."

I took a moment to be proud of the so-called "six people", and then fell into a trance again.

It seems that there are two people in front of me, both clean and clear, waiting for someone not far away with a smile.

Seeing that my eyes fell on her, she quickly pulled out one of the hands holding the kite and raised it high, responding to my gaze with a bright smile.

The coolness of the autumn wind failed to blow away the illusion, and I raised the corner of my mouth suddenly.

Yes, I promised her.

Come on, wait a little longer.

Officials ordered their subordinates to count the number of people, and after confirming their identities, they sat on luxurious wooden chairs and yelled.

Not being Heng'e, the rabbit is fine.

I don't want to close my eyes, I just feel my body is light, and my strength and consciousness are draining from my limbs.

The cries of Zhuiyan were mixed with those who were about to die, but it was particularly abrupt and unreasonable in the crowd of onlookers.

Xiaoqi woke up from a dream in He Huang's arms, but she didn't cry. She stretched out her little hand amidst soft laughter, grasping something in the air, very happy.

From then on, life begins.

I felt complete joy and gratification from the ending, and sighed that I will no longer be determined from now on.

It's not someone's scapegoat, it's not someone's illusion.

Seeing the other party walking in front of me with light steps, squatting down and looking at each other, both sides are smiling, without the slightest rejection or fear.

She held out her hand to me, including the kite string.

"killer!"

I didn't have any shackles on my body, and I held the other's palm forward to support me and stood up, but I didn't take the string, but held the kite behind her.

The wind is coming, haven't you always wanted to fly a kite?

Well, let's go.

"Execution!"

No glory and wealth, go to the cleanest place, rabbit.

To find the next spring when we meet.

There was a series of exclamations from below, and the heads under the knife were separated from the torso. Some people looked unwilling and frightened, but some were calm or indifferent, or those two were smiling.

The blood is superimposed on the front again, and there is no doubt that it will become a waterfall like red amaryllis blooming, but there is a cool and gentle wind blowing over the long hair scattered on the wooden hairpin, letting the wind that breaks free from the flesh/|body flutter on the autumn leaves to the mountains and rivers.Hold the bright moon in your hands at the highest point, feel the relationship with each other like holding a bouquet, the most yearning meaning.

Liu Er, the only daughter of the old steward of the Shen House, and Jiang Xue, the eldest daughter of the Jiang House.

In late autumn, two non-existent people disappeared from the world.

Jiang An and Yingxiu, who accompanied Jiang Zhuiyan back to Huguo Temple, felt deeply powerless in the silence after each other thanked each other, but they could only help each other back to the simple house and restaurant.

But Jiang Xu did make the right bet. King Guangxian failed to play the current emperor, and his defeat is a foregone conclusion.

And both of them recovered their lives, and started a new life, or a new life, with the silver he gave.

The monk at the door gently closed the door, and Gu Deng quietly meditated on the spot and waited.

Jiang Zhuiyan knelt in front of the other party in despair, without any expression on his face, his eyes seemed to die at the moment of beheading.

And the other party was not comforted, and sat cross-legged on the futon with her quietly.As time dries up like the blood of those prisoners, Jiang Zhuiyan also fell asleep due to exhaustion, and opened her eyes again when the bell rang.

Gu Deng also looked like himself at this time, with his eyes closed peacefully.

She got up gently and walked out of the Huguo Temple. The streets outside were still crowded with people. Perhaps decades of life like a day brought more numbness and alienation.

What did that punishment bring to him?

Lost a loved one, brought an empty shell.

Jiang Zhuiyan gradually developed the feeling that she was separated from the world, but there seemed to be something vaguely tied her back.

The clothes on her body should be the skins of a lady. Under the dim afterglow, she deeply felt that many things that existed on her body were like hair voluntarily shaved off, leaving only the feeling of the wind passing by.

The lingering aftertaste of the bell has not stopped, Jiang Zhuiyan stared at the end of his eyes suddenly, turned around and returned to the Huguo Temple calmly.

Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, Gu Deng opened his bright and kind eyes, looked at himself, and smiled with relief and compassion.

Jiang Zhuiyan sat upright on the ground.

"Master Gudeng... let's continue."

He walked too hastily, rushed out of the temple gate and ran to the execution ground as soon as he finished shaving his hair, and there were still some procedures that were not completed.

I, probably do believe in Buddha.

Changing into cassock, Jiang Zhuiyan recalled that she squatted at the door and heard the sound of chanting, calmly, waiting for Gu Deng's next words.

"Dharma name—"

"Mirror."

……

The little monk tilted his head and rolled his watery eyes.

The other party looked at her appearance, raised the corner of his mouth and smiled lightly: "Understood?"

"Well," she scratched the smooth top of her head, "no."

"Is that how you became a monk? Master... this apprentice doesn't quite understand."

The old face of the master looked at the little monk peacefully.

"I don't understand...it's good that I don't understand."

She stretched out her wrinkled hands and stroked the other's little head.

"It's fine if you don't understand."

"If you can, it's best not to understand it for the rest of your life."

The breeze at night made people feel warm, reflecting the moonlight. The master heard the slight snoring of Sammy Qiu and closed the door.

After returning to her own room, she did not lie down on the bed for some reason, but crossed her legs and slowly closed her eyes, catering to the gradually brightening sky, until some new Buddhist disciples came to ask for advice on precepts.

Bhikkhuni Mingjing passed away in early spring at the age of 59.

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