Struggle in the early Tang Dynasty

Guo Yewen sat in the prison pavilion, with a bunch of things on the desk, and Zhang Jiujin stood on the left.

And Wang Bajin acted as the executioner, standing on the execution platform with a ghost knife in his hand, a red scarf on his head with a bare chest and back.

In addition to Wang Bajin, Zhao Feixuan on the execution platform had already learned how to straighten his body. He was bound and pinned to the ground, waiting for the time to behead him with a knife.

Guo Ye glanced at the stick of incense in the censer, it was burning with a red head, and there was still half a stick of incense before the execution time.

He turned his head and asked Zhang Jiujin next to him: "The weather is beautiful today, and Zhao Feixuan has been given a way to survive. On our side, have we finished all the preparations?"

Zhang Jiujin hummed, bowed his head and replied, "The substitute for the death row prisoner has been prepared, the mechanism on the execution platform is also confirmed, and the curtain specially used to cover it has been prepared, and it is waiting for Mrs. Zhao."

Guo Ye said good-bye, and then gestured to Hui Niang in the crowd who was wearing a plain mourning dress.

Hui Niang understood, and immediately squeezed out of the crowd with tears in her eyes, walked around the execution platform and came to Guo Ye, crying, "My lord, this concubine is Zhao Feixuan's wife Zhao Yang, my husband is about to be executed today, and I cannot escape death. I beg my lord here, I hope my lord can give us husband and wife one last bit of time, so that my concubine, as the seed of the Zhao family, can inherit the incense lamp."

wow~

As soon as this remark came out, there was an uproar around the execution ground, there were many people discussing it, and there were many pointing fingers.

For this kind of thing, there have always been people on the execution ground. Some people want to feed their family members before their execution, and some want to have a small gathering with their family members before their execution.

So for Hui Niang's proposal to keep the seeds, although the audience had some discussions, they still accepted it. It's not that this kind of thing has never happened before, it's just that it's very rare.

Guo Ye naturally nodded in agreement, waved his hand generously, and shouted: "There are three unfilial acts, and having no descendants is the greatest. This matter is approved by me! But this matter of Dun Lun consummating the house is a secret of the boudoir, and it is inconvenient for outsiders." Watching and peeping. Come, man, with curtains?"

"Have!"

Zhang Jiujin yelled in cooperation, and then rushed to the front of the yamen servants to order: "Come here, quickly pull up the curtain around the execution platform, so that the Zhao couple can do things cheaply. Everyone, wait, turn your back on the execution platform." No peeping, those who disobey the order will be served with sticks!"

shhhhh~

During the time he was speaking, some government servants had already started to raise the curtain around the execution platform, making a full circle around it, so that the people and things inside could not be seen from the outside at all.

Guo Ye winked at Huiniang, and then said loudly: "Zhao Yang, go, time is limited, don't delay, let's make it quick."

After saying these words, Guo Ye suddenly felt bad, why did these words sound so awkward?

Sure enough, Hui Niang already had a few blushes on her cheeks, secretly spat on Guo Ye's Meng Lang and her indiscretion, and then walked up the steps of the execution platform step by step, towards Zhao Feixuan who was inside the curtain on the stage.

Just then, boom, boom——

The thunder rolled in the sky, as if it was about to break the sky.

In the blink of an eye, several streaks of white light descended from the sky in succession, thunderclap—crack——

lightning!

Several bolts of lightning pierced through the black cloud like thick ink, and flew down towards the execution platform.

Click, click, click!

"what!!!!!"

Hui Niang's voice screamed shrillly from inside the curtain, and everyone's faces changed in surprise, and they all looked sideways.

Immediately afterwards, Hui Niang screamed again and again, calling hoarsely: "Husband! Husband! Husband!!!!"

Guo Ye was shocked immediately, and heard the sound, but the surrounding curtains were separated, so it was impossible to see clearly what happened inside.

Immediately, he shouted at Zhang Jiujin who was next to him: "Quick, send someone in to find out what's going on!"

Zhang Jiujin hummed, jumped down from the prison pavilion, and went straight to the execution platform...

In less than a few breaths, Zhang Jiujin ran out of the curtain with a face full of horror, rushed to Guo Ye, and shouted:

"My lord, my God, it's terrible, Zhao... Zhao... Feixuan was hacked to death by God!!!"

I'm stupid!Causal cycle, retribution unhappy?

It was appalling and unheard of. Guo Ye stared in the direction of the execution platform dumbfounded, and couldn't help but blurted out: "What's the use of keeping you alive if I want to? God will accept you. What the hell can I do?"

Chapter 923

Guo Ye hastily came down from the prison pavilion, rushed up to the curtain of the execution platform, and saw Hui Niang knelt on the ground and cried for a while, almost dying from crying.

And in front of her, Zhao Feixuan's clothes were torn apart by the lightning strike, and the exposed skin and cheeks were scorched as charcoal, and there were some faint tears, blood dripped out, and the hair was even slightly curled by the lightning, braving strands. white smoke.

Zhao Feixuan was struck to death by lightning!

I can't die anymore!

Guo Ye subconsciously looked up at the sky. At this time, the dark clouds like splashed ink had dissipated, and the rolling thunder stopped abruptly. Although it was not a bright and shining sky, it was no longer a cloudy day.

It is true that there is a destiny long ago in the dark, is it true that people are not as good as heaven?

Guo Ye walked up to Huiniang, looked at Zhao Feixuan's body, and sighed in his heart: "Zhao Feixuan, Zhao Feixuan, it's not that I, Guo Ye, don't want to save you. I've done my best, maybe it's because you have done all the bad things and even God will accept you Alright. It's God's will, how can I do anything?"

He knelt down slowly, and comforted him in a soft voice: "Huiniang, there are unpredictable things in the sky. No matter how careful our plan is, we only missed God's will. People can't be resurrected after death, so I hope you will mourn. Collect his corpse, handle the affairs of his death, and then do other things?"

"Why? Why? Woohoo...why did this happen? Woohoo...why did this happen?"

Seeing that Huiniang was only one step away from saving her husband, but died under the thunderbolt, she was really heartbroken and cried until she lost her mind.

Seeing this, Guo Ye had no choice but to act as the master for Huiniang, and waved to Zhang Jiujin who was not far away: "Jiujin, bring a few brothers to collect the body for Mr. Zhao, and then carry it back to the Zhao residence. The widow of the Zhao family Orphans and widows, you can stay in the Zhao residence to help with the affairs after death."

"Subordinates have orders!"

Soon, Zhang Jiujin led a group of people onto the execution platform and got busy.

Huiniang was immersed in the pain of losing her husband all the time, and she became dazed and dazed, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her little face was as white as a piece of white paper, and I felt pity for Guo Ye for a while.

In the end, he lightly patted Hui Niang on the shoulder, and sighed: "The dead cannot be brought back to life, Hui Niang, these are not what you and I would like to see. Now that Zhao Feixuan is dead, and Yue'er is still young, you should Take heart. Don't have the extreme thoughts before. It's easy to die, but as a mother of your child, you should live well. Yue'er is still so young, as a mother, how can you bear it? ?”

"you're right!"

Hui Niang took a small breath, stopped her sobbing, and said with a choked voice, "I want to raise Yue'er well, and raise the Zhao family's flesh and blood for my husband. Don't worry, I won't commit suicide again. "

"That's good." Guo Ye nodded in satisfaction, and said, "After Zhao Feixuan's funeral is done, I'll send someone to take you to Longxi. Your sister Zhenniang is also there, and everyone will take care of her there." .When you arrive in Longxi, you don't have to worry about your daily life. Everything is up to me, you understand?"

"Thank... Thank you, Guo Ye."

……

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Seven days later, Zhao Feixuan was buried hastily, and the funeral in the Zhao Mansion came to an end.

During these days of paying homage to the spirit, Hui Niang finally tasted the warmth and coldness of human relationships, and none of the officials who had been in contact with Zhao Feixuan on weekdays visited the house to pay homage.