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Seeing that the princess and her party had returned to the prison, the guard beside Liu Rong whispered, "Boss, why did you change your mind?"

"There is news from the palace that he will be killed sooner or later. Wouldn't it be less offensive to sell the princess for favors now?"

The man was quite satisfied when he heard this, and nodded repeatedly, but he didn't know that Liu Rong had a deeper calculation: the emperor is running out of time, so what is a princess?The crown prince is the real master, since Fang Ting knows how to pretend to sell the prince's favor, how can he not know how to change it?

As he turned his thoughts around, several servants in the prison had already occupied a corner, shook out the long cloth, and formed a square shape, enclosing Langye, the princess and a few maids who washed, and separated them in a blink of an eye. Looking outside the cell, he slowly asked, "What is the princess doing?"

"The servant girl wants to wash her body, my lord, please move."

Liu Rong knew that the nobles in the palace loved to be particular, so it was not surprising, only a few of his subordinates thought it was ridiculous: If you are going to die, what's the use of washing it?

They each turned around and began to gamble on the tables and chairs in the corner.

I only heard a soft inquiry coming from inside the curtain, "Where is this... What is this for?" It seems that Langya has woken up, but he is unconscious and doesn't know what everyone is doing.

"Close your eyes, don't let water get in your eyes," Fan Jing seemed to be telling the servants, "You can take off your clothes." But just now the man stopped talking, and the sound of water, heat and faint fragrance gradually came from inside the curtain .

"Master Xi."

Xi Zifan stopped in his tracks, a little surprised, "Master Fang?"

Fang Ting walked out from a bush behind him.

Xi Zifan raised his eyebrows, "Are you waiting for me? On such a fine night, you are not by the emperor's side, so you came here to wait for me?"

Fang Ting was noncommittal, and smiled slightly. This smile was different from the playful smile in the past. It looked more polite, but it made Xi Zifan feel inexplicably uncomfortable. Xi said something."

Fang Ting thought for a while, then raised his eyes, "Why does Lord Xi think so?"

Xi Yan said with a smile, "Master Fang, if you have something to say, you're not like you anymore."

"The prince didn't let me come."

"Oh? Then who asked you to come?" Xi Zifan saw him mentioning the crown prince, his face tensed, thinking that the crown prince mentioned himself, it was exactly the same, this inappropriate thought flashed by, Xi Yan asked again, "Or Master Fang really has something to say to me?"

"Do you still remember the bet you made with the lower official?"

Xi Zifan laughed, "What?"

"Although my lord lost that time, that flower lady is willing to meet my lord."

"Now?"

"Now."

Xi Zifan laughed, and suddenly sighed, "It seems that Ximou is destined to have no fate with that flower girl, unfortunately at this moment, he is ordered by the Holy Order to go to the prison."

He passed the Fang Pavilion and left.

Fang Ting attacked suddenly.

His martial arts are not weak, but Xi Zifan was prepared for a long time ago, took it easily, accompanied him to play two moves, and saw that Fang Ting wanted to attack again, his voice had cooled down, "Master Fang, what is the meaning of this?"

Fang Ting didn't say a word, he didn't strike hard, but kept fighting, only making Xi Zifan unable to get away, Xi Zifan was anxious, "Fang Ting! Do you know what you are doing?! Who told you to pester me?" ?!"

Fang Ting refused to enter, and soon Xi Zifan was entangled by him and lost his patience, he was about to strike, but he suddenly stopped, and received his own palm, this palm Xi Zifan did not show mercy, He was only knocked back a few steps, bleeding from the corner of his mouth.

Xi Zifan frowned, "What the hell are you..."

"Boss..."

Fang Ting suddenly burst into tears, it was the first time he cried after a few days, and Xi Zifan was startled, "Hey..."

"Who killed you...?"

Fang Ting murmured a few more times, as if he was sleepwalking, he didn't care about Zifan, turned around and left.

At that moment, the expression on Xi Zifan's face was very exciting. Before he could ask the question, Fang Ting actually cried?Instinctively, I should catch up and have a look, but thinking of the urgent order, I decided to go to the prison first.

wow——

The decree of Shangyuan Ye came out of the palace the next day: Yang Wen, the son of the former dynasty, disrupted the government, and the New Year's Eve disaster, 480 six lives, was destroyed by this one person.

There was a commotion in Beijing, and the streets and alleys were full of discussions again, which was even worse than Chen Shenwen's beheading a few years ago.

"Three days later, Xishi will be executed and his body will be quartered—"

Xi Yan took the imperial decree and looked at it for a while, until he saw the prince's seal in the corner, the big stone in his heart fell to the ground.

He rushed to the cell last night, and the closer he got to the cell, the more uneasy he felt. He was afraid that Fang Ting was really sent by the prince to pester him, and he would see something extraordinary when he arrived at the cell, but he rushed there, but the person in the cell was still there, and he was still in the cell. That pair of bruises, lying half dead on the ground... Interrogating the jailer, he only said that the princess came to wipe the prisoner's body, and then left; when he returned to the palace, he didn't see Fang Ting, thinking of him and Zhao Zhuang in the past The feelings are very deep, last night Xu was just emotional, but he still remembered his cry of who killed Zhao Zhuang.

But the top priority is not Fangting, but the dust is settled... the internal troubles will be eliminated.

According to His Majesty's will, the second prince will also reinforce the Northwest soon, so why worry about the mere dog army?

Thinking of what the study had said to Emperor Fan that day, Xi Yan sighed and suppressed that bit of melancholy.

The execution day came quickly.

The streets leading to the West Market have long been besieged, not to mention the depression of last winter, the busiest temple fairs in previous years, New Year's Eve, and the death of Chen Shen, more than five times.

Everyone in the capital wanted to see how the remnant was born, what kind of official he was in front of, and even more wanted to see the legendary execution of five horses to quarter his body, so they rushed in.

After waiting for half a day, I finally heard the torture chariot "Gulu Gulu" coming.

As the wheels go up, first there are a pair of bare feet with bruises and bruises. Those feet are obviously taken care of and groomed. They are fair at first, but they are swollen and bright from the cold, and the wounds are even more hideous. The two legs supported were as slender as chopsticks, and the soles of the feet looked like swollen duck webs.

The prisoner's clothes were changed into clean ones, and a black mask on his head covered his face. He kept his head down all the time, and was exceptionally quiet. The dead leaves in the wind, just waiting for the winter wind to blow, will fall to the ground; along the way, only the heavy chains on his hands and feet will make dull sounds as the wheels turn.

But soon, there was a buzzing sound in the crowd, and then some voices became louder and louder, "Deranged dog thief! Die badly!"

Then he heard the stones whizzing by in the wind and hit the prison car with a "bang".

"Murderer!" All the people, men, women, old and young, all had angry and ferocious faces, shouting "pay for life" while rushing towards the prison car, "a terrible death!"

Gradually dense stones, eggs, broken pots, and tiles flew from all directions, and fell on the prison car and the faces of the prisoners with a bang.

The wrath of the people is unstoppable for officers and soldiers.

After a while, the prisoner had been hit several times and had many wounds on his body, but he kept his head down and didn't even yell. As if afraid of being listened to.

"Stop! Stop!"

Fan Qin drank a few times, brandished his whip and whipped around, and ordered the accompanying guards to step forward to stop the people who tried to squeeze in, and rode his horse towards the prison cart, "Xiao Xie!"

At this moment, he watched a stone fly from under his eyelids and hit him, and then he heard a muffled groan, turned his head and shouted, "This gang of thugs, give them..."

Xi Yan and Dali Temple Minister rushed over together, seeing Fan Qin trembling with anger, he hurriedly advised, "Your Highness, no! The law does not punish the public, let's go to the execution ground as soon as possible."

Xi Yan took a quick look at Langye, "Are you all right?"

He was about to reach out to take off his mask to see the injury, but Fan Qin slammed it away, without even looking at him, he just leaned closer and asked Langxie, "Xiao Xie, are you okay?"

The drooping head finally shook, and whispered, "I'm fine, let's go..."

"Go! Go!" Fan Qin said.

As the convoy moved on, amidst the noise, Fan Qin's expression was very gloomy, like a lioness guarding her cub, and she kept riding around the prison car, urging everyone to drive faster, and glanced at the people in the prison car from time to time.

Seeing that he was so restless, Xi Zifan sighed in his heart: People are dying, so what is a little injury?The prince's idiocy was not felt before, but now it can be seen everywhere.

Suddenly, he just felt that something was wrong, and the feeling was unprecedented: it was more shocking than hearing Langxie's life experience in the palace that day, weirder than seeing the prince begging for him in the prince's mansion that night, and even more strange than the fire in the palace that night. Burning is harder...

He squinted at Fan Qin's back, and several scenes reappeared in his mind like a revolving lantern: the resistance of the emperor's marriage in the past; —something was wrong; but he couldn't tell where.Or is it just my own instinctive suspicion?

He couldn't help frowning, and forced a look at the prince calmly—fortunately, he didn't change; then he glanced at Langye in the prison car—fortunately, he was still locked in the car; then, He looked around at the yelling crowd around him, and felt that the sound was like a tide, and it was about to drown him. He couldn't sit still anymore, he whipped his whip violently, and the horse neighed and hoofed in pain, almost falling him , the minister of Dali Temple next to him was startled, "Master Xi?"

Fan Qin also cast a glance.

Xi Yan said to him, "Your Highness, noon is coming soon, so procrastination is not an option, why not send some more people to clear the way, so as not to delay the hour."

Yes, at this juncture, he cannot allow a little mistake.

After all, one death, sooner or later, what difference does it make?

There is nothing wrong with His Royal Highness the Second Prince, but after all, he lacked some warmth. It is not the blessing of the common people. If the Crown Prince is self-willed, he should grow up.This time, for the sake of the emperor's grandson, the emperor can regain the trust of the prince, but what about next time?

Liu Chen'an originally thought that the weather was not too early, and when the common people made trouble, he was afraid that another mistake would make Long Yan unhappy, and he didn't dare to urge Fan Qin, it was a difficult situation, now hearing Xi Yan's question, and Fan Qin frowned eyebrows, but nodded in the end.

Quickly mobilized dozens of people to clear the way ahead, so that the carriage and horses could run smoothly.

After doing this for about a moment, the prison car finally stopped.

Hundreds of officers and soldiers formed a neat circle with their backs facing the execution ground, separating the black heads.

The three people sat down on the prison platform, Xi Yan waved his hand slightly, and the people standing beside him came forward, surrounded the prisoner in a circle, put ropes around his neck, two hands, and two legs respectively, and then dispersed. open.

At this time, the prisoner's head mask was pulled off, revealing a deeply sunken, bluish-white face. As soon as he saw the light, he became terrified, lowered his head even lower, and let his loose long hair Face blocked.

But there was still a sharp-eyed "ah" from someone outside the venue, "Then...that's not, isn't that the servant who caught the thief for me?"

"Servant? Which servant are you talking about?"

"Which servant are you talking about, besides the Criminal Department, who else cares about this matter?"

"Then, isn't that the current princess's...?"

"Shh, keep your voice down—"

"Oh my god, how did he become the heir of the previous dynasty..."

"The adults are still on the stage, if you keep yelling, you will die!"

The adults didn't hear about this, because Fan Qin didn't make a statement, it was inconvenient for the two of them to say anything, and after the incense stick time, Liu Chen'an asked for instructions, "Your Highness, we can't delay any longer."

Fan Qin slowly pulled out the wooden execution token, and held it in his hand for a long time.

Xiyan saw his hands trembling.It was as if he was holding a heavy object that could not be held firmly with one hand, and it seemed that what he killed was not a traitor, but his dearest relative.

He had to remind in a low voice, "Your Highness?"

"How come your lord hasn't lost the order, what time is it!" The crowd was in a commotion.

"Look at that man trembling. Only now did he realize that he was afraid. Why did he go earlier?"

"Deserve it! If you want me to say, it's really cheap for him. I heard that he was the one who colluded with foreigners, and he was the one who burned hundreds of people to death. He did so many evils, so he died so quickly? Huh, listen! Have you ever said that, in the past, there was a method of Ling Chi, who cut people into slices one by one, which suits him..."

"Short-term pain is worse than long-term pain. Your Highness, please give an order quickly." Xi Yan approached Fan Qin, lowering his voice just enough for the two of them to hear.

Fan Qin trembled, staring at him with blood dripping eyes, "Xi Zifan, don't you regret it at all?"

Xi Yan was stunned for a moment, "I did all this for the sake of the emperor, for the sake of the apocalypse...Your Highness may hate you. But I want to remind Your Highness that if His Highness repents at this time, not only will he not be able to save him, but he will also be killed." It hurt His Highness himself."

Fan Qin closed his eyes, then opened them, staring deeply at Langye.

His eyes were red, and he said in pain, "I'm sorry."

The card went through a small arc in the air and fell into the dust.

Fan Qin looked away at that moment, but Xi Yan could see clearly—you think those five strong horses galloped to the side in pain. compared to?In the blink of an eye, the prisoner's head, hands, feet, and body were all separated—the shattered limbs scattered, and the spurting blood splashed and merged with the unmelted snow, which was extraordinarily gorgeous , even dazzling.

"Jane!"

A daring man was about to stretch his neck to see if the other end had closed his eyes, but he didn't have time—a black scarf was rolled up on the ground, and a man dressed as a guard had already held the head in his hand. Several people came up to collect the body, and then left.

Hijacking corpses in broad daylight?Before everyone could react, Xi Zifan turned over to stop the man, and shouted, "Stop, who is making trouble?!"

"it's me."

It was an overly calm female voice.Just hearing this sound, it is not difficult to guess that this person is of noble status, at least he will not take the mere servant of the Ministry of Punishment in his eyes.

Everyone gave way one after another, only to hear that the voice came from an inconspicuous soft sedan behind the line.

The whole body of the sedan chair was snow-white, and when the curtains of the sedan chair were blown away, a plain woman's face was revealed. She was dressed in plain clothes, her black hair was pulled up by a white belt, and her face was tired, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"I've seen the princess!" Xi Yan hurriedly paid his respects. The officials and guards on the scene followed him, and the common people also recognized that it belonged to the proprietress of Jinghua Building, and knelt down on the ground.

Fan Jing didn't wear makeup, her face was pale, and there was a pain in her eyes.

Xi Yan said, "The princess is rich and expensive, and the execution ground is full of blood, so it is not suitable to stay for a long time. Since I have seen him... I should leave earlier."

Fan Jing said, "Lord Xi, I'll pick him up."

It was only then that everyone noticed that besides the bearer standing behind her, there were eight servants in neat white shorts and white belts on their foreheads. They stood neatly, all with expressionless faces, like guards guarding the tomb. , guarding a large black wooden box in the center.

—It was a coffin.

"This......"

Fan Jing said coldly, "Lord Xi, don't worry, I can't help but live, and the dead brother is still willing to let me, I can't blame you."

She held a waist card bestowed by the emperor in her hand, "Five horses... the severe punishment of dismembering the body, if you are not at ease, you can go to check again."

There was silence around her when she spoke, except for the sound of the wind and the sound of "tick-tick-tick" water.It was her guard's freshly rolled head, with fresh blood dripping through the black veil, the sound of tick-tock falling on the snow, and the blood stained the snow red in just a moment.

Xi Zifan knew that this man was definitely dead, and unless the gods appeared, he would not be able to live again.

"I dare not to be humble."

Thousands of pairs of eyes watched the princess make the person be placed in the wooden coffin, and finally she put the head in. This scene was extremely strange——she touched the big brown and black box, and looked back at the blood on the ground , patted lightly, "Xiao Jiu, let's go home."

The soft sedan and the wooden coffin left the ground together, and the people gave way again.

But within ten steps, the road ahead was blocked again.

Suddenly, the sun completely drilled out of the clouds, and the strong and vigorous light poured down, covering the windows of houses that were brown and white due to the snow, and finally fell on the faces of people with different expressions in the execution ground. .

Under the bright light, Fan Qin's face was so pale that it was unreal. Through the dark head, he and the man from outside looked at each other calmly - he thought the clothes were perfect, but it still made him suspicious.

That's right, his second brother has been a smart man since he was a child. It's really wronged him to be so tolerant all these years.What I don't know is that all of this started when he first met the maid in front of the palace gate, or even the trick was calculated?

Up to now, he has neither the embarrassment nor the anger of revealing the situation, but he just feels a little sad: he is different from his father, and what he wants in his life is not the cold and high throne. Even though he was an emperor, he was only a mediocre and kind emperor, at least on the surface; so he fled far away.

But now, not even that, he was a sinner, deliberate, and still a sinner.And all of this is just for a person who can't ask for it: as long as that person is safe, he will be happy for everything that follows; it's ridiculous, he can't even do this.

At this time, Fan Qin suddenly showed a gentle smile, this smile was really out of place, and the people present were puzzled.

Immediately afterwards, he even laughed out loud, and the sound became louder and louder, like a jackdaw that had been flying around the trees in the palace in the past. Apart from the noise, it was also mixed with a bit of shriek.

He laughed tears.

He opened his mouth and made a silent mouth shape to Fan Yu.

At that moment, a series of images flashed past Xiyan's eyes again, like a blow to the head, he moved his eyes from the brown-black wooden coffin to the blood on the ground in disbelief—the blood was still hot just now, but now Like a dark red scar smeared on the snow, it seemed that it would never go away—his back was cold, dizzy, and he almost wanted to bend over and vomit.