Demon respects life, Master, don’t cry, disciple is wrong

"Have you seen these people?" The soldiers in the imperial city searched everywhere.

Han Ziyu wore a bamboo hat and went to the street with Bei Yi to buy some food.

I saw the notices on the wall with their portraits, the focus was on Zhao Zhiruo's portrait, and everything written on the last notice was heart-breaking.

"King Xuanyuan, Xuanyuan Luo, is despicable and treacherous. He embezzled tens of thousands of fine coppers. He colluded with demons to bring disaster to the lives of the royal city. He even risked the lives of the people to save his own life. Therefore, he will be sentenced to Lingchi and will be executed tomorrow afternoon."

Bei Yi unveiled the notice: "Ling Chi?"

The people on the side discussed one after another: "Isn't it said that King Xuanyuan loves his people like a son? How could he?"

"Hey, people can't just hearsay. That's just a rumor."

"What a shame."

"Hmph, it would be a shame for such a person to die."

"That's right, if you collude with the devil, you should be cut into pieces. I will go to watch the execution tomorrow afternoon."

The two returned to the thatched house to take care of the seriously injured Zhao Zhiruo.

"Do you know the whereabouts of Xuanyuan Luo?" Zhao Zhiruo asked.

Bei Yi didn't know whether to say it or not.

"Dead or alive?" Zhao Zhiruo asked, weakly grabbing Bei Yi's arm.

"Alive."

After Bei Yi finished speaking, Zhao Zhiruo took a breath: "As long as you are alive, there is still hope."

Bei Yi said solemnly: "The punishment of Lingchi will be imposed tomorrow afternoon."

The bowl in Zhao Zhiruo's hand fell to the ground, and her eyes were blank.

The youngest son Xuanyuanling took his mother's arm and asked: "Mom, what is Lingchi? When will daddy come back?"

Zhao Zhiruo hugged Xuanyuan Ling and held back tears: "Daddy will be back in two days. Ling'er will be obedient, you know?"

"Well, Ling'er is obedient."

Han Ziyu stood outside the house. He couldn't bear to see the suffering in the world.

Bei Yi walked out of the thatched house: "Master, when will this illusion end?"

"I don't know."

This night, too many people stayed awake.

The searchers turned the village upside down and finally found this place.

Bei Yi hid the two of them in the cellar.

But at the critical moment, Zhao Zhiruo climbed out of the cellar and stood in front of the searching soldiers: "I am the person you are looking for, take me away."

Bei Yi returned to the cellar and took out the unconscious Xuanyuan Ling.

When he saw Xuanyuan Ling's face, Bei Yi was startled, with blood on his face.

Han Ziyu hurriedly took out a handkerchief to stop the child's bleeding.

A letter slipped from the hands of the child: "I hope the two immortal kings will take care of my son. I have erased his memory and ruined his face. The people in the imperial city should never find my son again. Don't let him seek revenge." , I just hope he can live a peaceful life."

The next day, the master and the apprentice rushed to the medical center with Xuanyuan Ling in their arms to treat the injuries on their faces.

Then he rushed to the execution platform.

Xuanyuan Luo was hung on the execution platform, while some of his soldiers were kneeling in front.

Just as he was about to be executed, he heard a female voice: "Wait a minute."

Bei Yi looked over and saw Zhao Zhiruo walking slowly, dressed in fine clothes, holding Emperor Xuanyuan's hand.

Her eyes were full of cold blood, and the look she looked at Xuanyuan Luo was even more emotionless.

Zhao Zhiruo and the emperor played around for a while, then held the wine jar and poured a bowl of wine for each of the row of soldiers who were about to be beheaded.

"Get on your way."

A general looked at Zhao Zhiruo in confusion: "Princess, the prince treats you badly, how can you?"

Zhao Zhiruo shook her sleeves and said coldly: "Has he given me the power I want?"

After saying this, Zhao Zhiruo walked towards Xuanyuan Luo who was hanging up with a bowl of wine. She smiled bitterly: "You have today too."

Xuanyuan Luo smiled softly: "Ruo'er, don't do stupid things and live a good life."

Zhao Zhiruo fed him two sips of wine from the bowl, turned her head and said, "I will never live alone. When my great revenge is avenged, I will go find you. Walk slowly on the road to hell and wait for me."

Xuanyuan Luo frowned: "No, silly girl, no."

Zhao Zhiruo smiled bitterly: "Aluo."

She really wanted to kiss his cheek, kiss his lips, and hug him again.

After so many years of getting along, she loved him to the core, and he treated her extremely well. The two lived a beautiful life that everyone envied for seven years.

She wanted to reach out and wipe the blood stains on his face. He always liked to be clean, but she raised her sleeve and did not wipe it away.

"Arlo, I love you."

Xuanyuan Luo's tears mixed with blood and fell down: "Ruo'er, I love you too."

The two of them whispered softly.

Zhao Zhiruo held back tears. She was extremely heartbroken but could not express it at all: "I am yours in this life, and I will be yours in the next life."

Xuanyuan Luo smiled and nodded slightly: "Ruo'er, silly girl, take good care of yourself, stop taking revenge, and be obedient."

Before he finished speaking, the emperor cast his gaze over, and Zhao Zhiruo slapped him: "It's been so many years, Xuanyuan Luo, you deserve to die."

The emperor waved his hand: "Execution."

The heads of a row of soldiers in front of the execution platform rolled down one after another.

Zhao Zhiruo bit her lip, her face was bloodless, and she walked towards the emperor with a smile: "Good kill."

"Go on," the emperor continued.

Zhao Zhiruo's fingers were embedded in the palm of her hand, and her palm was covered with blood.

The torturer came onto the stage holding a dagger and sliced ​​Xuanyuan Luo's skin.

Although there was no scream, the suppressed groan of pain made Zhao Zhiruo extremely heartbroken. She almost spit out a mouthful of blood, then covered her mouth and swallowed it back.

Yu Xin couldn't bear to look at her husband on the stage.

Xuanyuan Luo looked at her with a smile.

Zhao Zhiruo couldn't stand it anymore.

Xuanyuan Luo whispered softly: "Ruo'er, kill me."

Zhao Zhiruo snatched the bow and arrows from the soldiers on the side and drew the bow to full length. With the arrows on the strings, she looked at the face of the man on the stage and tears instantly fell from her eyes.

Xuanyuan Luo nodded slightly.

Zhao Zhiruo said with her mouth: "Wait for me."

Xuanyuan Luo said softly: "Forget me."

Zhao Zhiruo shook her head slightly: "I love you."

The arrow rushed forward and hit Xuanyuan Luo's heart. After a while, the people on the stage died.

Zhao Zhiruo walked to the emperor charmingly: "I think the scene is too bloody, so why not leave his body intact?"

"Forget it, hang Xuanyuan Luo's body on the city wall and throw it into a mass grave two days later."

Han Ziyu bit her lip and looked at the people on the stage with heartache.

Bei Yi said: "If Zhao Zhi wants to go out for revenge alone, it will take a huge palace."

"Come on, go home."

Zhao Zhiruo cast her gaze over and was obviously startled when she saw Bei Yi and Han Ziyu, especially when she saw the sleeping child in Bei Yi's arms. Tears rolled in her eyes several times and she held them back.

Master and disciple Ergen stayed in the illusion for an unknown length of time, several years.

Watching the children grow into teenagers, they even bought fields and planted crops.

The days were very happy and happy.

But later I heard that the emperor died tragically while traveling, and everyone related to King Xuanyuan's case died mysteriously. Later, I heard that Yue Concubine Zhao Zhiruo had committed suicide.

"Hanling, why don't you go to school?"

Han Ling pouted and said, "Second father said that what was taught in the school was all bullshit and told me not to go."

Han Ziyu was so angry that she went to the field to find Bei Yi with Wu Ge in hand: "Bei Yi, get out of here. Is it you who told Han Ling not to go to school?"

Bei Yi had just planted the rice seedlings: "Master, Master, I, I was just joking."

"Dad, don't hit the second daddy." Han Ling protected Bei Yi.

A family of three chased each other in the fields and got themselves covered in mud.

Later, Hanling grew up and reached the age of crown.

Bei Yi and Han Ziyu also spent half their lives together.

"Master, you and I are no different from ordinary couples."

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Another year later, Hanling entered the official career, got married, and bought a house in the city.

Time flies, and the children in Hanling grow up slowly.

Han Ziyu and Bei Yi also had gray hair. They started a small business in the city and lived a happy life as ordinary people. They quarreled and quarreled.

Until the day when Han Ziyu was eighty years old, he lay on the bed, closed his eyes, and died.

Then Bei Yi also swallowed the poison and left with him.

Hanling buried the two together in one place.