C397 death of microcosm

The sea welcomed it once again as a sunny day.

In the distance, a ship from the ocean approached the shore.

People on the island gathered around to look at the various specialties the sailors had brought back, including spices, ivory, gold and silver, and all sorts of exotic and exotic things.

Ma Su got off the boat and saw a child's smiling face in the crowd. He waved his hands and shouted, "Ah … I want... "I want to …"

His gaze was fixated on an ivory stick in the hands of an small fry beside him. small fry ran over with a smile. "Young master, these are ivory …"

How could a child lift such heavy ivory when he reached out his hand? Laughing, he hugged the huge piece of ivory like a fish doll. His legs slanted and he fell on the beach, softly laughing out loud. This child was fat and fat, healthy and lively. His round face was like a red apple, making people unable to help themselves from taking a small bite.

Ma Su looked at the two wet nurses beside him in shock, and quickly asked, "Who are these?"

The nurse replied respectfully, "This is the King's son."

The son of the King Qin? When did King Qin have such a son?

Ma Su was both surprised and happy to see Third Uncle Yang who had already heard the commotion. After all these years, Third Uncle Yang had aged even more.

Ma Su bowed respectfully. "In reply to Third Uncle, the transaction this time was extremely successful. We have finally found another way to get rich, and it was even faster than digging for gold …"

"Good, this is great. Ma Su, you have done a great deed this time. "

While they were talking, the two of them arrived at the meeting room. The large shack that used to be used by the pirates for pleasure and food had now been built into a sturdy building for the leaders to discuss.

Even though Ma Su was always quiet, he could not help but ask immediately, "Third Uncle, how did the King get a son?"

Third Uncle Yang gave a bitter laugh, "It's a pity your majesty doesn't have such a good life. You should know this child, Ma Su. "

"Oh? I didn't even know. "

"This is Yue Pengju's son."

No wonder he felt like this kid was someone else, he just didn't know what to say. Ma Su asked in shock: Why is Yue Xiang Gong's son doing this again?

The Third Uncle Yang shook his head and sighed: "Poor Yue Pengju, a great general like you can't even wait for death's door …"

It was only then that Ma Su found out that Yue Pengju had actually already fallen into a desperate situation.

However, it was clear that the Third Uncle Yang did not want to talk about this matter anymore, and he only changed the topic excitedly: "Ma Su, there are more and more women on the island. "You might as well choose a girl you like and start a family …"

For a person to roam the world for his entire life, how could he live at home? Ma Su had never had the thought of marriage before, but for some reason, at this moment, he suddenly thought of a clear face, and the secret that he had hidden in his heart, that he had never dared to reveal, became more and more profound, and almost jumped out of his chest. He felt weird, it was clearly Yue Pengju and his wife were in trouble, why would he think of the Princess Tianwei at this moment?

As a princess, how could there be any calamity?

He looked outside. It was noon and the sun was high in the sky. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat, as if someone had used a knife to fiercely cut him. He felt a bit dizzy, so he hastily held onto his forehead. The copper pot in the corner of his mouth dripped, indicating that it was exactly a quarter to noon.

On that day, the snowstorm turned into a fine snowflake. Outside of the afternoon market, there was a sea of people. It was packed with onlookers. A prison cart rumbled by, surrounded by five hundred escorting soldiers.

"Look, that's a fake princess …"

"Is it really a fake princess? How did she manage to lie for so long? "

"How laughable, that Prince Consort has already married an imposter, what should we do …"

"Fake as a princess, I have earned what I deserve …"

"Who is she?"

"I heard that a nun faked it. Because she looked like a princess, she pretended to be real …"

In the midst of the chattering, a mysterious figure was approaching. He was dressed as a scholar of the Southern Kingdom and was mixed in with the crowd. He was not inconspicuous, and even the numerous guards that were spread out among the crowd had all concealed themselves well, not allowing anyone to discover his whereabouts.

He watched as the prison cart slowly approached. The woman's hair was in disarray and her eyes were in a daze. The scars on her cheeks and the corners of her mouth were full of black blood stains. She had long since lost her good looks and noble temperament.

Tianwei … this is Tianwei!

He remembered the timid girl in Liu Jia Temple, the breathtaking moment when Shang Jing's residence was first formed, as well as her sincere love and love for Xiao Luwenlong. Xiao Luwenlong had also called her "mother" before.

This woman had once served him, and she was also one of his pillow servants. But now, she was trapped inside a prison cart as she walked step by step towards the underworld.

Indeed, Zhao Deji had killed his own Sister by blood in the afternoon market.

This was originally the result that he had planned to achieve with all his heart, and was also the result that he had expected. But now, he was enraged as he watched: Wang Junhua, this dog of a man and woman, actually dared to openly disobey his orders!

His breathing hastened, and he could no longer afford to care about this talkative market: "Wu Qimai!"

Wu Qimai who was behind him also had a face that was ashen.

"Go and find Qin Gui, Wang Junhua, this adulterous couple …"

"Fourth Prince, absolutely do not."

"Why not?"

"It is already noon and it is already too late. Since Qin Gui dared to go against the order, he must have been prepared for it. Since the Fourth Prince was still around, he had to be careful every step of the way. Otherwise, if that adulterous couple were to turn hostile, wouldn't Fourth Prince be in grave danger? "

Jin Wushu tightly clenched his fist. His right hand, which had two severed fingers, formed a very strange shape, like an angry iron ball. His dog dared to bite its owner in return.

Other people raised a tiger, but he himself raised a dog. In that moment, they came and went, the women, Ye Lvguanyin, Wang Junhua, all of them were vicious female dogs that could bite at any time.

The execution was about to begin, and the crowd kept pushing forward, pushing him forward. When he raised his eyes, his heart jolted. Opposite him, there was a woman who was desperately squeezing into the crowd.

She was dressed in black, and her pale face was revealed from within the big cloak. Behind her, was her lesser arch, which was hidden under the big cloak, and only faintly discernible patterns could be seen. However, he was clear that — That was Hua Rong. Only she had such an arrow.

He looked away and shrank into the crowd. Although she did not see him, she was still afraid — more afraid than ever — of this woman.

Was the culprit behind all of this, himself, or Zhao Deji?

His heart was beating so fast that it almost reached her chest: What is Hua Rong trying to do? What could she do? This foolish woman, was she trying to rob the Dharma field? Wouldn't she be doomed to die under such an army?

Hua Rong hid amongst the crowd, her hand firmly grasping the dagger at her chest. Inside and outside, there were guards watching everywhere, brandishing large shining blades.

In the crowd, she suddenly felt that it was so empty, the surroundings were so empty, there was no one around, only herself, and all the swords and spears in the world, unable to fight back, unable to resist. Under the powerful power of violence, the individual's struggle was too small. Today is Tianwei, what about tomorrow? Tomorrow is my husband!

She exclaimed in her heart, "Tianwei! "Tianwei!"

Tianwei seemed to have heard him. He turned around and looked in her direction. He shook his head and indicated with his lips that he was leaving.

Tears fell down Hua Rong's face as she held the dagger in her hand even more tightly.

Princess Tianwei was pushed down from the carriage and stood on a huge stone board with her hands behind her back. One of the jailer s suddenly turned her body and forced her to kneel on the ground.

A eunuch stepped forward and read out the imperial edict: "In accordance with the will of the heavens, the Emperor decrees that there is a female convict from Nunnery who takes advantage of the chaos to impersonate the Princess Tianwei and disrupt the palace. "Now that I have verified my true form, I will behead him at noon at a place like this."

Jin Wushu looked in the direction of the eunuch's voice, only to see Tian Wei kneeling on the ground with her hands behind her back, a trickle of blood flowing from the corner of her mouth. She looked up, as if she had actually seen him in the crowd.

Tianwei had truly seen him — the Fourth Prince, the Fourth Prince of the Jinguo! It was this man who had humiliated her in every possible way in the Liu Jia Temple and tortured her in every possible way with Wang Junhua and Ye Lvguanyin in the Shang Jing Palace. But now, after escaping back to the Da Song with great difficulty, he was still chased after him, and unyieldingly killed him.

The devil, the devil who deserved to go to 18 levels of hell.

There was always a debt for grievances, and it was precisely this devil who worked with his clansmen and annihilated the Da Song. The great disaster at Jingkang had ended with his own tragedy today.

She shouted at the top of her lungs, "Zhao Deji, Jin Wushu, I will also curse you guys at the eighteen levels of hell … "I will die a horrible death …"

Before the word "die" could even be uttered, the two executioners wielded their sabers, one person and one saber. Blood splattered as Tian Wei's body fell to the ground. Just like that, a strand of fragrant soul dissipated.

The onlookers held their breath. In the sky, there was only the small snowflakes falling soundlessly, as well as the heartbeats of the onlookers.

At dusk, the noontime cuisine city was in a state of desolation.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the crowd had long since dispersed. The ground was littered with rotten vegetables and stray dogs. The surroundings were completely silent. On the stone slab after the execution, the blood had congealed, turning into a dried-up purplish black.

A wild dog scuttled forward and brushed its jet-black hair, which had not dried yet because of the snow and dust. The wind blew, dancing in the dusk.

"Woof woof woof …"

The wild dog was hit by a piece of flying stone and ran away in pain. At this moment, a figure slowly walked out from the shadows on the left. She lifted her bamboo hat and looked around. There was no one else around. She then stretched out her hand and leaned over to hug Tian Wei. Her head and body were separated.

Her beautiful face had once been covered in blood, and there was a look of relief on it. Was Tianwei free? Completely relieved? With trembling hands, she pieced together "Tianwei" and carried it to a simple horse carriage hidden in the shadows.

The curtain was lowered and she personally went to the front to hold the carriage. Under the cold wind, she rushed out of the city. Along the way, there were craggy graves, and ghosts that had been slaughtered until there was no one left to collect their corpses. In order to act as a deterrent, some of the major culprits or bandits would not allow their corpses to be collected. Skeletons and skeletons were everywhere, and the bellies of wild dogs were not their final resting place. There was nothing left of their lives but bones.

Outside the Lian City, there were three to five ancient cypresses on a hill. The horse carriage stopped, and Hua Rong jumped down, beside him laid a big shovel. The winter soil was hard, and every dig required all the strength one could muster. A shovel silently joined them. She raised her head slightly. It was Prince Consort. Two lines of tears still hung on her face.

After all, it was a match between husband and wife.