The general is easy to bully

Two days had passed since the journey back to Beijing had just begun.

This is the eve of asking Xiao Qihan to be killed.

According to the laws of the Great Chu, all criminals are beheaded at Chenshi. ([-]:[-] am - [-]:[-] am)

Shen Xingfeng sleeps too much, and when he wakes up, there will be no more Xiao Qihan in this world.

The marching carriage stopped at the post station in the town.

Commander Yang, who was escorting Qiao Yijin and Shen Xingfeng, respectfully saluted the two of them with fists together: "Empress, Young Lord Shen, it's getting late, let's rest here tonight, and continue to set off tomorrow."

Qiao Yijin hugged his burden, and threw the burden in Commander Yang's face on the spot when he heard this.

Instantly exploded: "Don't call me empress!"

Commander Yang is straight-headed: "But, this is against the rules, empress."

Qiao Yijin pointed at him and scolded: "The rules of the world are set by that idiot Yun Yingshen. You are not allowed to call me Empress Empress. If you call me again, I will let him chop off your head when I go back!"

Commander Yang was troubled and hesitated for a long time: "The emperor... what should the minister call you?"

"Call me Master Qiao!"

Commander Yang Da: "This is against the rules!"

Qiao Yijin rolled her eyes: "Where do you have so many rules! Call!"

Commander Yang bit the bullet: "...Master Qiao."

"Hey, be obedient." Qiao Yijin ran up to him bouncingly, and hooked Commander Yang's neck: "When I get back to the palace, I will ask Yunying to seal you as prime minister."

Commander Yang felt that his head and neck were chilly.

He actually touched the empress!

Ah, life is not long.

Qiao Yijin entered the post station, while Shen Xingfeng and Wen Jue were still packing things in the carriage.

Commander Yang hurried over and frowned: "Xiao Shen...er, is it okay for my subordinates to call you that?"

Shen Xingfeng smiled: "Can you please don't add this small word?"

Commander Yang also laughed: "That's because Young Master is too young."

"I'm already twenty, how can I be too young?"

Commander Yang took down a few packages, "Young Master, go and rest, the subordinates here will just come and clean up."

Shen Xingfeng handed Wen Jue to his servants and took him to the post station.

He asked Commander Yang: "Is tomorrow the day to kill Xiao Qihan?"

Commander Yang was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, that kind of rebellious officials and thieves should have been killed on the spot, and letting him live these days in vain is really taking advantage of him!"

Shen Xingfeng nodded, "Then I'm going to rest."

The officials at the dinner station prepared a table full of rich dishes.

Qiao Yijin's eyes straightened.

"There are a lot of things I like to eat." Qiao Yijin smiled and said, "Commander Yang, you have done a good job."

"Wherever it is, it is His Majesty's order."

When I came here, I wrote a long recipe, saying that although the road was tough, I still couldn't suffer Qiao Yijin and the young master.

With his head down, Shen Xingfeng ate quietly, occasionally helping Wen Jue with meat, and didn't talk much.

Halfway through eating the painting, a maid suddenly brought a small bowl and put it by Shen Xingfeng's hand.

"Young Lord, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus duck prepared for you."

Shen Xingfeng was startled.

Prepare for him...?

Qiao Yijin also noticed it, "Why didn't I?"

Commander Yang explained: "Your Majesty said you don't like ducks."

"Then how did he know that Xingfeng likes it?"

As soon as this question was asked, the silence in the room seemed to freeze for an instant.

Yun Yingshen and Shen Xingfeng hadn't met a few times, so it was impossible for him to know what Shen Xingfeng liked to eat.

But this bowl of sweet-scented osmanthus duck was delivered to Shen Xingfeng. The answer is already obvious who ordered Yun Yingshen.

Qiao Yijin squeezed her chopsticks tightly, thinking about tomorrow's events, she carefully glanced at Shen Xingfeng.

Shen Xingfeng calmly distributed the sweet-scented osmanthus duck to Wen Jue beside him, and then ate it by himself.

The taste is not good.

It's not as good as the smell in that man's mansion.

After dinner, Qiao Yijin took Wen Jue away.

Shen Xingfeng frowned and reminded him: "Don't play with him, he will break your neck."

Qiao Yijin snorted: "How is that possible! We are in a life-and-death relationship, isn't it Wen Jue...Ahh! Wen Jue, put your things down! If you have something to say, talk it out!"

Shen Xingfeng shook his head helplessly, followed them to the scene, and walked into the yard by himself.

The moonlight is very bright tonight.

Shen Xingfeng looked up at the moon for a long time, then sat down on the porch.

Commander Yang just went to add food and grass to the horses in the stable, when he came back, he saw a person leaning on the porch.

"Young Master? Why are you sitting here? It's so cold. What if you catch a cold?"

Shen Xingfeng smiled: "It's fine."

Commander Yang was in a hurry: "No, no, His Majesty specifically ordered it. The young master is not in good health, so he can't blow the wind."

Shen Xingfeng: "Leave me alone for a while, just one night."

Commander Yang was taken aback: "Young Master, are you in a bad mood?"

Shen Xingfeng was silent for a moment, then said: "It's not that I'm in a bad mood, it's just that I can't sleep. Maybe it's because I've been in Yangzhou for a long time and I feel a little bit reluctant."

Commander Yang smiled: "What is there to be reluctant about? If the young master really likes Yangzhou, when he returns to Beijing, tell His Majesty, can His Majesty not allow you to come to Yangzhou?"

Shen Xingfeng nodded: "Yes."

"Then young master, go back, it's cold at night."

Shen Xingfeng nodded.

Qiao Yijin and Wen Jue were playing origami in the room.

Seeing Shen Xingfeng come back, Qiao Yijin's expression changed obviously.

His eyes also became very strange.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Shen Xingfeng frowned.

Qiao Yijin hummed: "I'm afraid you will cry."

Shen Xingfeng was happy: "Why am I crying so hard?"

Qiao Yijin hesitated for a long time, "Tomorrow he will be executed, why are you crying?"

Shen Xingfeng froze for a moment, walked up to Qiao Yijin, and put the folded paper crane in his hand.

"Go and fold your papers."

The night is getting darker.

Qiao Yijin and Wen Jue were also a little sleepy.

Three people squeezed into a big bed to sleep.

Shen Xingfeng went to bed first and slept in the innermost place, as if he had already fallen asleep.

Qiao Yijin looked at the back of Shen Xingfeng's dark head exposed outside the quilt, and sighed softly, "Shen Xingfeng, do you really not care at all?"

Qiao Yi turned off the light and got under the covers.

In the darkness, Shen Xingfeng curled up his body little by little.

……

Royal Palace.

It was the first time for Yun Yingshen to come to death row.

The air here is filthy, and the blue bricks and stones under the feet are covered with a layer of bright red.

The guards of the Death Row respectfully led the way: "He is not as noisy as other prisoners, he is very quiet all day long, and he didn't move any of the food and things your Majesty asked for."

The guard stopped in front of a cell, "This is it, Your Majesty."

"You all leave."

Through the cold iron fence, Yun Ying Shen looked at Xiao Qi Han.

He was dressed in a white prison uniform, leaning against the wall, with his head bowed in a light sleep.

"Xiao Qihan."

Allow him to call him cautiously.

Hearing the sound, Xiao Qihan raised his head slowly. After staying in this cold cell for too long, his voice became deeper and hoarse, "What's the matter?"

"I want to see you, but you refuse."

Xiao Qihan smiled lowly: "We're not husband and wife, why see each other for the last time."

Yun Yingshen took two steps forward: "Xiao Qihan, do you have anything to say to him?"

Xiao Qihan raised his head, his gaze fell into Yun Yingshen's.

……

Several young people love to snooze.

The next day when the sun was high, Commander Yang went to wake people up.

"Emperor...Master Qiao, it's time to get up, and we have to hurry soon."

Qiao Yijin woke up the people around him in a daze.

Shen Xingfeng rubbed his eyes and sat up.

Change clothes and take a shower.

Commander Yang and the carriage were already waiting outside the station.

Shen Xingfeng asked: "What time is it?"

"It's time." Commander Yang frowned: "What orders does the young master have?"

"Nothing, let's go."

The carriage had been traveling for half a month, and on the day of the first snow, all the people finally arrived in the capital.

The streets are bustling.

People everywhere are buying new year's goods and preparing for the new year.

The groom outside the door came to report: "Commander Yang, it is difficult for the carriage ahead to pass, I'm afraid we have to come down and walk for a while."

Qiao Yijin stretched her waist: "Let's go, I'm numb after sitting in the carriage for so long."

A group of people got off the carriage.

It snowed last night, and there was still a thin layer of snow on the streets.

Qiao Yijin bent down, squeezed a snowball, and threw it directly at Shen Xingfeng's head.

Shen Xingfeng got annoyed, bent down and rubbed a bigger one.

Qiao Yijin turned her head and ran away after seeing it.

Shen Xingfeng: "Don't run away!"

Shen Xingfeng ran after Qiao Yijin, but Qiao Yijin stopped suddenly.

Shen Xingfeng bumped into Qiao Yijin's body, "What are you doing..."

Qiao Yi raised his head, looking pale at the tower in front of him.

Shen Xingfeng followed his gaze, and the snowball in his hand was instantly crushed by himself.

This is the Meridian Gate.

On the city tower, hung a dead body, and beside it was his separated head.

His black hair was covered with white snow, his whole face was blue-gray, and the weather was too cold to rot.

The severed neck was stained with blood and was jet black in color.

That pair of sharp and sharp eyes were deeply closed, and the facial features were still elegant, handsome and charming.

Shen Xingfeng raised his head and looked at him quietly.

His breathing froze at first, and then he sped up and jumped wildly.

A street vendor came around, pointed at the person hanging on it, and said with a smile: "That's Ning Yuanhou from the past! He was beheaded by the emperor, and he hung on it for half a month! I heard that he did a lot of evil, and now he ended up like this , it’s really heart-warming.”

Qiao Yijin turned her head and stared at him: "Since I've heard it, it can't be taken seriously. People are dead, so don't speak too viciously!"

The vendors were scolded away.

Shen Xingfeng still looked up quietly.

The whole person seemed to be frozen by the wind and snow.

Qiao Yijin covered Shen Xingfeng's eyes: "Little Eleven, don't look."

Shen Xingfeng's shoulders trembled, like a drowning person breathing in the first breath of air again, and there was a squeezed broken, hoarse "ah" panting sound from his chest.