The Life of Locking the Heavy Building is Absurd

The winter solstice is like a new year, and it is lively and festive.But just after the winter solstice, a notice was posted at the gate of the city. Three days later, Zhou Rou, the eldest lady of the Zhou family who killed her husband on the wedding night, would be beheaded at the Meridian Gate.

Luo Shaogong was a well-known playboy in the capital. When he died, he sighed regretfully, and clapped his hands and grabbed them. However, street gangsters who molested women had to pay for their lives with young girls. It was really unbearable.

On the day of Zhou Rou's execution, most of them had the first snow in winter. The fine snowflakes were scattered, and as soon as they fell on people, they turned into water droplets and penetrated into their clothes.

There were three braziers burning in the study room of King Jin's Mansion, and the maids serving Han Jing kept adding high-quality coke, and the dancing flames kept the air-conditioning out of the door.

"Still no news?" Wan Zixiao lay on the soft couch, rubbing her temples tiredly, the days of toil brought back the wind and cold that hadn't healed.

Han Jing pushed Jiang Tang to Wan Zixiao's hand, and tapped on the table in a daze, with irritability and anger: "Luo Chengxue, an old fox, actually played hide-and-seek with us, it's really boring..."

Wan Zixiao took the ginger soup and put it on his knees, half-closed his eyes, and said in a long nasal voice: "What if you find it? So what if you can't find it? The lord thinks that Xue Qingmu still has a way out?"

Han Jing frowned and said nothing, after thinking for a long time, he said slowly: "Luo Chengxue should die, it's just that the time has not come..."

Wan Zixiao smiled silently, stretched out her hand to push open a narrow gap in the window, and glanced at the busy attendants: "Today is the day of Zhou Rou's execution, and that girl Xiaoyun will have to make a fuss..."

Han Jing stood up, closed the window tightly, held Wan Zixiao's hand and asked, "You really won't let her go?"

Wan Zixiao took a sip of ginger soup, frowned and pouted, and looked directly at Han Jing: "Unless the prince wants to watch the fun, what else do you want her to do? It will only add to the sadness! If she complains in the future, she will Blame me..."

Han Jing avoided his gaze, lightly brushed between his brows, and sighed, "You always treat yourself badly...but you're not feeling well, so how can I feel at ease..."

Han Jing and Wan Zixiao in the study were talking calmly, but Xiaoyun in the guest room in the East Wing of the palace was already making a fuss.

The little girl splashed very fiercely, she pushed and shoved several maids over, and was about to run out of the East Chamber, when everyone rushed up in panic and pressed her hard to the ground.

Xiaoyun struggled vigorously, his eyes were red, and tears were streaming down his face. He was so excited that his voice became distorted: "Let me go!"

The maid in charge of taking care of Xiaoyun wiped off her sweat, and beckoned everyone to pull Xiaoyun back to the room.After he was firmly tied to the chair, he gasped and said, "Xiaoyun, calm down..."

Xiaoyun's almond-shaped eyes widened, his cheeks were flushed, and the veins on his neck were faintly visible: "I'm extremely calm now! You all need to relax!"

After finally taking him down, several maids moved stools to sit beside Xiaoyun, and the older maid who was in charge spoke in a soft voice: "We know that you have a deep relationship with your young lady, but... "

Before they could finish speaking, Xiaoyun interrupted loudly: "You know? What do you know?! Miss treats me like my own sister. She has been wronged so much, but I am here to eat and live! Now she is leaving I can't even take the last ride!"

Everyone knows what happened to Ms. Zhou, but sympathy is sympathy, and orders are orders. Master Wan's meaning is definitely not something that these servants can defy: "But..."

"But what's the matter!" Xiaoyun struggled violently, tears flowed completely uncontrollably, choked up for a long time but couldn't utter a word: "Let me go! I want... I want..."

Xiaoyun cried so hard that his whole body twitched, and many maids also wiped their tears.

"Sisters, I beg you..." Xiaoyun finally calmed down a little, the tears on his face were still wet: "Please let me go! I kneel down for you. Today is the day when Miss is executed. I want to see you For the last time, Miss, I beg you..."

The maid in charge covered her mouth with a veil and whispered after a long time: "Xiao Yun, Lord Wan has orders, and we have nothing to do! Just let us go!"

Seeing that there was no hope, Xiaoyun broke down and cried bitterly: "Do you still have any humanity! I just want to see Miss for the last time..."

Zhou Rou beheaded at [-]:[-] noon, but Wan Zixiao left in a hurry just after [-]:[-] p.m. Master Wan stepped out of the palace, and Han Jing entered the guest room in the east chamber.

No matter what dynasty or generation it is, there is no shortage of people watching the excitement, not to mention that the story of the Luo family has been spread all over the city, and the restaurant near the Meridian Gate execution ground is already overcrowded. Here continues the winter solstice gathering.

Han Jing was wearing a black velvet cloak and an apricot-yellow padded jacket, with a fine blood jade hanging from his waist. He looked like a businessman despite his usual majesty.Behind him was only a servant girl, fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of bright eyes revealing endless pain, this person was Xiaoyun.

Han Jing took out a piece of broken silver and threw it to Xiao Er who came over: "The seat where you can see it most clearly."

Xiao Er was taken aback, and immediately put on a smiling face: "Master, please...there are so many people downstairs that you may spoil your identity, sir, follow me to the private room upstairs!"

After noon, two jailers half-carried the prisoner onto the platform.When they got to the place where the black tarpaulin was spread in the center, one of them pinched his shoulders to lift it up, and the other supported his waist with his hands. After tossing for a long time, he finally helped Zhou Rou straighten up on his knees, but as soon as he took two steps back, the unkempt man lay on the ground.

The executioner, who showed his ferocious muscles, shook his head and lifted her up like a chicken, but when he let go, she fell down again.Repeated several times, blood oozes from the dirty white prison clothes, and the limp body seems to have lost its life.

Xiaoyun couldn't bear to see the gentle and gentle lady being tortured like this, so she stood up and rushed downstairs.Before her legs had stepped out of the door of the private room, the hand on her shoulder withdrew her, and Han Jing said coldly: "I brought you out privately, not for you to die! What do you think it will do? ?!"

Xiaoyun sobbed while wiping away tears: "It's useless, I will go, I want to accompany Miss!"

Han Jing pushed Xiaoyun back on the seat, and said in a low voice, "If you really want to avenge your young lady, I have a way."

Xiaoyun asked back with red eyes: "If you have a way, why didn't you save my young lady? No one is here, so what if you get revenge?"

Han Jing took a sip of hot tea: "The prince broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people. Miss Zhou murdered her husband with solid evidence, how can I help? But you, don't you plan to take revenge?"

Xiaoyun raised his head and gritted his teeth: "Of course I have to report it! The one surnamed Luo will die!"

Han Jing waved his hand, stared at the judge not far away and said, "From now on, you must serve Master Wan well. When the time comes, I will definitely pay back Luo Chengxue's debt."

The shadow on the corona gradually overlapped with the notch, and the temporary wooden frame was able to barely support Zhou Rou.

"Cut!" The moment the vermilion order fell to the ground was the moment when Yan Luodian came to ask for someone.

The executioner didn't dare to delay at all, he raised the knife and dropped it, and the bright red blood splashed the white snow that had accumulated on the ground.Birds perched on the tree surrounded the corpse in twos and threes, singing continuously around the corpse, and refused to disperse despite being chased away.

Seeing this scene, Xiaoyun couldn't bear it any longer, and started to cry: "This is... the sparrow that Miss fed in the backyard before she was alive..."

The eccentric girl cried bitterly, the birds outside the window wailed around the execution ground, many spectators downstairs covered their faces, and the noisy Xiaoer also closed his mouth, lowered his head and repeated Wipe the same place again.

Even Han Jing, who was used to seeing life and death, couldn't bear it at this time, and patted Xiao Yun's back and said, "Cry! After crying, you will get better in the future..."