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Jian Yilin stood on the bustling street, and everyone around was in a hurry.

"Wait a minute, where are you going?" He didn't remember how long he stood there, and finally raised his hand to stop someone.

This is a man who seems to be in his forties. He is not too young for ordinary people in this world, but seeing the energy he walked forward just now, he is no worse than a young man. He raised his head with a look of surprise on his face. Yi: "Oh, you don't even know about such a big event? The emperor said that he was going to execute that monster, and it was at the gate of the palace. Let everyone go and see it together."

He hurriedly finished these two sentences, without giving Jian Yilin a chance to ask any more questions, and followed the crowd towards the palace gate.

Jian Yilin stood there for a while, her mind was still a mess, and she felt a lingering sense of disobedience on that person.He didn't stop anyone this time, and walked towards the palace.

He still knows this road, it is the second street to the west of Wangfu, during the time he came here, he has walked back and forth on this road no less than dozens of times.He dragged Lu Heng to the pastry shop in front of him.

With this thought in mind, Jian Yilin subconsciously shifted her gaze to the front right. There was a cloth shop there. The plaque with black background and gold hanging on the door looked like it had been there for many years, and it was obviously eroded by the years. trace.

His heart trembled, and a trace of coolness gradually spread to his limbs.That cloth shop was like a stone thrown into a pool of still water, the trembling ripples slowly spread outward, and finally hit his brain that had been in chaos since just now.This is not the capital city of Zhao Kingdom that he is familiar with. The general layout of the streets has not changed, and the soles of the feet are also familiar gray slates, but the locations of shops have changed. Some seem to have been renovated, and some are even older than he remembered.

This was 400 years ago.A voice in his head told him.It was a very pleasant voice, with an inexplicable kindness.

Jian Yilin stayed in the street for a longer time this time, and the people walking around didn't seem to see him, and walked around him on their own.There was such a person blocked in the middle, but no complaint was heard, and everyone looked ahead without even taking a look here.As if as long as he doesn't take the initiative to talk to people, he doesn't exist.

"Mom, what is a monster?"

Jian also followed the prestige, and there was a girl in a green jacket, raising her face to ask the woman who was holding her hand.

Jian Yilin didn't listen to the woman's answer anymore, but just looked in the direction of the child. In an instant, the child seemed to be the man who just stepped into the age of knowing his destiny.

He is 14 years old, and his height will reach Lu Heng's chest.How short does a guy have to be to look up at him?

Jian Yilin finally retracted his eyes that had been falling in the distance, and looked down at his body.

Although the Seventh Prince is young, he is a real flirt.The clothes in the closet are either bright red or purple, and they are all colors that need appearance to hold up.

But now he is dressed in white, with a golden auspicious pattern on the hem.This really doesn't look like the Seventh Prince's style, and his height should also have changed.

Jian Yilin continued to walk forward with the flow of people. He wasted a lot of time on the road, and when he arrived at the place, the execution had not yet started.

He didn't know how many people had come, but the gate of the palace had already been surrounded by a large black mass of heads in three circles.Jian Yilin stood behind the crowd, and did not imitate the man next to him and squeezed forward desperately.Although he is the height of an adult now, there are many human walls in front of him, so he should not be able to see the scene in front of him.But miraculously, he could not only feel the crowds around him, but also see the figure who was tied to the pillar and bowed his head through layers of obstacles.

The execution ground outside the palace gate seemed to have been built not long ago, and all the utensils were brand new. Jian Yilin could even smell the fragrance from the wooden pillar.And under that person's feet, more and more firewood was gradually piled up.

Forty feet away from Xingtai, there are people who heard the news. They stood outside the circle surrounded by soldiers and whispered, and they still carried throwing objects from their homes. A big monster, holding something in his hand, he dare not throw it out.

Jian Yilin looked at the white clothes on the man's body and felt familiar.He lowered his head and stared at the corner of his clothes, even the embroidery pattern was perfect.

At this moment, the person who had been hanging his head suddenly raised his head and looked in one direction. Jian Yilin seemed to sense something, and raised his head to meet his gaze.

"National teacher?" Jian Yilin murmured in a low voice.

That person had a face that was exactly like Zhongyan, but there were some differences in the subtleties.

Thinking of the identical clothes of the two, Jian Yilin accidentally raised his hand and drew a water mirror in front of him.He looked up, and sure enough, the person in the mirror and the monster dozens of feet away had the same faces.

For his conjuring behavior, just like he was in the middle of the road before, the people around him still turned a blind eye.But the surrounding emotions did begin to stir.

Jian Yilin looked forward through the water mirror, and the firewood had already been piled up.A big man in unlined clothes held a torch in his hand, lowered his hand, and lit the firewood below. It seemed that kerosene had been poured on the firewood, and flames several feet high instantly rose.

Jian Yilin looked down at the burning flames under his feet, his eyes were calm.He didn't seem to be aware of the change of perspective, the flames devoured the corners of his clothes, the air smelled of burnt fabric, and the clothes were followed by flesh.Jian Yilin felt a little wet on his cheeks, and he reacted for a while before realizing that it was tears.

An overwhelming pain and despair surged in his heart, like a raging tide, drowning him in an instant.Jian Yilin was in the waves, thinking calmly: This is not my emotion.

But even though he could stand aside and feel the inexplicable thoughts with the mood of a bystander, the rising flame did not give him extra time to think.He could already feel the slightly charred flesh.The pain converged to the brain along every nerve, and exploded in the brain, and after that, it tightly gripped his heart,

And at the last moment of his consciousness, what emerged in his mind was a young emperor wearing a dragon robe.

After returning from the courtyard full of clay sculptures, Lu Heng took Jian Yilin back to the bed in the palace.At this time, it was only two hours before dawn, so he quickly cast a small spell on Jian Yilin to make him fall asleep quickly.

He was awakened by a moan. Lu Heng opened his eyes and saw Jian Yilin lying in his arms, sweating profusely.Lu Heng shook his shoulder lightly, "Yi Lin, Yi Lin..."

Jian Yilin was still in a dream, her lips moved slightly, and there were a few murmurs mixed with the intermittent groans.

Lu Heng leaned over to listen while calling for someone.

Jian Yilin whispered softly, "...Shen Cang."

Lu Heng: "..."

Who the hell is this? !