Dream Hua Embers Records

"Why don't I go to my father to intercede for you?" Yan Yin said hesitantly.Yan Yin thought it might be better to ask for mercy than to talk about government affairs indiscriminately.

Zhu Ze smiled wryly and shook his head, "The emperor is the one who fights the war, but the public opinion in the DPRK and China has recently gained the upper hand. The emperor has long wanted to catch someone to scare the chickens and monkeys, but I hit the point of the gun. What's more...for us Your Majesty is not at ease with these Nan Zhao surrendered ministers, so he probably beat me to death... Your pleading will be useless, if the Majesty let me go today, how can I find such a suitable one tomorrow?"

Just at this time, Shu Ke rushed back at a trot.

Yan Yin hurriedly asked Shu Ke to hold the shackle for herself, while she took the wound gauze and applied the medicine to Zhu Ze.

"Don't bother me, Mr. Sanlang, with my kung fu, I will be under the yoke for three days, and it will not kill me. What's more, I will be killed with a stick after three days. Why bother to treat this little injury?"

"You are wrong. If you say that, people are always going to die. Don't you want to be treated if you are sick? The ancients said, 'If you hear the Tao in the morning, you will die in the evening'. You have to study and study on the day of your death. Why? Don't relieve the pain, even if it reduces the pain for a quarter of an hour, or relieves the pain a bit, that's good too!" Yan Yinyuan opened her eyes and said seriously.

Zhu Ze smiled, and stopped talking, allowing Yan Yin to apply medicine to his neck, and then tightly covered the wound with gauze.

After Yan Yin applied the medicine, she came back to hold the shackle and ordered Shu Ke to feed and water Zhu Ze.

The surgery can unplug the skin bag, and a smell of alcohol permeates.

"Why is it wine?" Yan Yin asked.

"Little Sanlang, look at him wearing such thin clothes, how can he stand kneeling here for three days? It's not as cold as it is now at night. It's hard to get over it without drinking some wine to keep out the cold. " Shu Ke replied.

Yan Yin nodded, pouted her mouth and motioned to her waist, "Take a red pill from the blue bottle on my waist and give it to him."

While doing so, Shu Ke asked, "What kind of medicine is this?"

Yan Yin smiled mysteriously, "I prepared it myself. After taking it, within six hours, I won't be afraid of the cold."

"Hey! This medicine is so miraculous. If you take two pills a day like this, wouldn't you be able to save money on cotton clothes in winter?" Shu Ke gasped in admiration.

"You're so beautiful! Do you think this medicine doesn't cost money? Besides, it's [-]% poisonous, and it's okay for occasional emergencies, but it can't be taken regularly for years." Yan Yin said, turning to look at the guard on duty, and asked, "You Is there any guards you know well? Ask someone to take care of him and give him this medicine twice a day."

Shu Ke agreed repeatedly, and went to untie the Ru kiln bottle on Yan Yin's waist.

Yan Yin hurriedly said, "Don't move the bottle, just pour out the medicine."

"Little Sanlang..." Zhu Ze had tears in his eyes, and wanted to say something to thank him, but he didn't know what to say.

Yan Yin asked softly, "I'm going to ask my father to save you from being executed with a stick. How about beheading or being strangled instead?" So he asked Zhu Ze for his opinion.

"No!" Zhu Ze hurriedly stopped, and then said in a low voice, "Little Sanlang, after you have been here this time, don't come here again, and don't get too close to me, don't let the emperor feel that you have accepted me!" Remember what you promised me, don't be in a hurry, find a suitable time, and persuade the emperor, it will help me a lot, and I will be grateful to you when I am under the spring."

"But... it hurts to die with a stick..."

Zhu Ze smiled sadly, "Death is not death, just grit your teeth and close your eyes, just endure it."

With tears in her eyes, Yan Yin recalled the death scene she had seen many times before, and shook her head again and again, "It's different, how could it be the same...it hurts..."

Three days passed quickly.

Above the Xuanming gate are Yan Qisheng and his civil and military officials, and below the Xuanming gate are the imperial guards, guards and internal servants watching the punishment on the inner three floors and the outer three floors.There are also some descendants of the clan and noble relatives, leading their servants, laughing and greeting, while waiting for execution.It seems that what is coming is not a tragic execution, but a novel drama.

The six-foot-long iron leaf yoke had been removed and put aside, Zhu Ze lay on the dark torture bed with disheveled hair, unable to see his face clearly.

From among the people, a small figure suddenly emerged, wearing an obviously oversized servant's attire, the hat was pulled down low, and the face could not be seen clearly.I saw him dodge to the side of the execution bed, seemed to fiddle with Zhu Ze's hair, said something, and then he was chased away by the guards maintaining the execution order, without attracting everyone's attention.

The small figure walked through the crowd, head down, walked quickly into the Xuanming Gate, entered the harem, turned around the corner and disappeared.He didn't realize that Yan Qicheng on the tower was staring at his back suspiciously for a long time with his brows furrowed.

Zhu Ze lay on the torture bed, waiting for the coming torture, his mind was dazed, and his heart was empty, without fear or sadness, as if all his thoughts had been emptied.The wound in the neck was like being cut by a blunt knife, throbbing with pain...Zhu Ze felt that he was actually dead, his head was cut off, and then sewn on the cavity again, so that he could taste the stick again The taste of death.

Suddenly, Zhu Ze only felt a coldness between his lips, as if someone was stuffing something into his mouth, and a strong smell of medicine came from his nose, Zhu Ze suddenly woke up, and wanted to twist his neck to see See what's going on, but the injury in the neck is too serious, and I can't move for a while.

"Keep it in your mouth, don't swallow it." An immature child's voice came from my ear, it was Yan Yin!

Zhu Ze opened his lips and took the pill in his mouth.

"The outer layer is Guidai Pill. If it dissolves slowly, you won't feel pain. The inner wax pill contains poison. If you really can't stand it, bite the wax pill."

As soon as the words fell, Zhu Ze felt that the person beside him floated away.Zhu Ze was in a daze, not sure whether the voice he heard just now was real or an illusion.But the strong medicinal smell in the mouth and the bitterness in the throat are very distinct.In just a moment, the wound on the neck seemed to be less painful, only dull and numb.

In the imperial study room, under the bright daylight, Yan Qicheng tilted his head and looked at Yan Yin with some amusement.

Yan Yin was grinding ink.I saw him holding ink in his right hand and holding his sleeve in his left hand, concentrating and meticulous.The vermilion ink, in the bluestone inkstone engraved with Canglong's godson, rippled out in circles, like a blurred mass of flesh and blood.

"Yin'er..." Yan Qicheng opened his mouth slowly

"Father." Yan Yin put down the ink in her hand and stood respectfully.

"Today, the stick man in front of Xuanming Gate, didn't you go to see the excitement?"

"No..." Yan Yin lowered her head and replied in a low voice.

"Why don't you go? You are so out of group, others will naturally reject you even more."

"I..." Yan Yin raised her head, her eyes watered slightly, "That kind of thing is too tragic, I can't bear to watch it..."

"If you don't watch it, can you pretend it didn't happen? You're just deceiving yourself." Yan Qicheng laughed.

"Confucius said 'a gentleman stays away from the kitchen', isn't it because he can't bear to see killing?"

Yan Yin's question stopped Yan Qicheng from asking, he smiled awkwardly, and asked again, "The bottle on your waist looks pretty, is it from Ru Kiln?"

"Yes." Yan Yin nodded.

"Show it to me."

"Yes." Yan Yin untied the bottle as she said, and handed it over with both hands.

Yan Qihao unplugged the bottle, put it to his nose and sniffed lightly, and asked, "What is this?"

"This is..." Yan Yin hesitated, and said it was the scent of the mouth. Such a strong medicinal smell could not be deceived at all. After a moment of silence, Fang replied in a low voice, "It is the medicine..."

"What medicine?"

"Well... the medicine to warm up the body, after taking it, you won't feel cold."

"Is that so?" Yan Qicheng smiled playfully, "This medicine is fresh," he said, and poured a pill into his palm.

Seeing sweat on his forehead, Yan Yin raised his head and called out eagerly, "Father..."

"I'll try." Yan Qicheng said, raised his hand, and threw the medicine into his mouth.

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