I was a beauty blogger in ancient times

Liu Guang's execution date was set very close, just three days later, as if someone was urging him to avoid further troubles.

And in order to warn everyone, the place of execution was set at the place with the largest flow of people, where the East, West, North, South, and North streets meet—Zhongting.

Three days later, Zhong Ting executed the sentence as a warning to others.

On the day of the execution, Zhao Yiqing did not go, nor did Huang Huaijian, nor did Ji Maocheng, who had already come out of the cell, as if they were indifferent to this matter as if they didn't know Liu Guang.

However, Liu Guang's name resounded throughout the capital, and even if the three of them didn't go, Zhong Ting would already be overcrowded.

Liu Guang was still the same as the day Zhao Yiqing saw her in plain white, without any makeup, and her hair was fixed with a plain hairpin, but even so could not conceal her scorching beauty.

But no one appreciated it. The people under the execution platform were full of accusations. Some even brought rotten eggs and rotten vegetable leaves to smash at this collaborator and treasonous spy.

The entire execution ground was full of noise, abuse, and discussions, and it was so noisy that people couldn't feel a trace of reality.

Liu Guang knelt on the execution platform without shackles. There was even a plate of food and a jug of wine in front of her. It seemed that the treatment was extremely high. This also aroused the dissatisfaction of the people, so the abuse became louder.

But Liu Guang knew that the delicacies contained arsenic, and the fine wine contained poison.

Liu Guang raised his wine glass and put it to his lips.

Her hands trembled involuntarily, she was afraid.

But she can't tell, and no one can tell.

Immortality is not enough for common people to be angry.

She knows.

At this moment, what she can think of is not Qinfeng Building, nor Huakui Terrace, nor the flashy Daxuan landscape in the capital, but the scholar who once said he wanted to marry her.

She wanted to say that she was not Liu Guang, she was Chen Xiaoqi, but she couldn't.

Even the person who once called her Chen Xiaoqi came to her personally and told her that only her death can break Daxuan's situation.

She wanted to tell Zhao Yiqing to save her, but she couldn't.

Because even as a girl from South Street, Liu Guang knows what a homeland is.

Her whole life, speaking of it, was lucky enough and exciting enough, so even if she didn't want to, she was willing.

She raised her glass and was about to raise her head to drink the wine in her hand, but suddenly heard a commotion from the audience.

She raised her eyes and looked down, and saw a group of coolly dressed women with the characteristics of South Street squeezed through the crowd with pipas and huqins in their hands, and came to the nearest place to her.

It's natural for them to ostentatiously be criticized, but they didn't care, they sat on the ground, smiled at Liu Guang and said, "How can our South Street oiran not be accompanied by music!"

The words fell, and the music started, playing some common tunes in South Street, cheerful and melodious, making people feel that they are not on the execution platform in Zhongting, but looking for joy among nephrite jade and fragrance.

Music has always been magical, the noisy crowd gradually quieted down, and the entire execution platform was filled with music for a while.

Liu Guang suddenly laughed, she felt that she had to do something.

She is an oiran in South Street, what kind of execution platform is this execution platform to her?

Everyone in the audience are spectators, how could she not finish the performance perfectly?

So she sang.

"The night is dense, the stars are thin and the moon is unclear, and the wind frightens the crows and birds."

She sang a song that everyone in Daxuan was familiar with, and even a three-year-old child could sing along a few lines.

The woman from South Street also turned the strings immediately, closing the sound of Liu Guang.

"The land is not yet ready, how dare you not pick up the Lantern."

She sang this song this time and no one sang along with her, and the entire bell court echoed her voice.

"The enemy will overwhelm the city and despise the country, but the sky is dawning."

After singing up to this point, Liu Guang paused for a moment, and looked towards the audience. Poyun's students accounted for a lot of people in the audience, and Liu Guang laughed mockingly.

"Wait until the cloud breaks, securely frame the Daxuan Mountains and Rivers!"

After she finished singing, everything was silent, and the entire Zhongting was uncharacteristically quiet.

Liu Guang raised the wine in his glass, and said softly: "The land is not ready yet, how dare you not pick Lan Deng... Liu Guang lost! So Liu Guang died, I only hope that the people of Daxuan remember the land of the six states, and challenge Lantern, yield soil!"

After all, salute and drink it up.

That day, the setting sun was like blood, and the wind was as cold as a knife.

Since the incident of Liu Guang, the whole capital has become quiet, instead of being impetuous before, it has become as comfortable and prosperous as when Zhao Yiqing first came.

Everyone didn't say anything about Liuzhou and Liuguang as if they had agreed.

The entire capital was calm, as if nothing had happened.

Only Ji Maocheng folded his pen in front of Poyun Academy, vowed never to write again in his life, and transferred to the worst class where Zhao Yiqing and the others belonged, which caused a small commotion.

Other than that, nothing.

Only South Street is different.

The once bustling South Street suddenly became bleak, and people were afraid to avoid this place, as if there was something bad about it.

Everyone thought that South Street had fallen since then, and only Zhao Yiqing knew that the matter had just begun.

There is no more music and veils in South Street, and it looks much more cheerful than before.

The South Street woman didn't have a heavy expression on her face, but looked hurried as if she was busy with something.

Zhao Yiqing is rehearsing the play, Qin Fenglou's unfinished ending.

On the night of Liu Guang's execution, the woman from South Street found Zhao Yiqing.

At this moment, they didn't look like they were smiling when they were in Zhong Ting. They were all crying with red eyes and hoarse voices.

They asked: "Young Master Zhao, once Liu Guang is gone, what should happen to South Street!"

It turned out that before the Erqi Beauty Festival, Liu Guang found them and made a promise to them. She would definitely change Nanjie so that Nanjie would no longer be someone else's plaything. That's why they cooperated in this way during the Erqi Beauty Festival.

But now that Liu Guang is dead, and the future of South Street is uncertain, it makes them sad not to cry.

Especially Qinqin, she grew up in Qinfeng Tower, and Liu Guang treated her like a close relative, and she cried even more heartbreakingly.

After crying, she asked: "Mr. Zhao, is Qin Fenglou's play still going on?"

There is one finale left in Qin Fenglou's interactive drama, which is sad and sad, and is the highlight of the show.

At that time, Zhao Yiqing's plan was to guide the acceptance of the speeches of the six states after the ending, but who knows that people are not as good as God, and the matter has reached a point that no one expected.

Now that Liu Guang is dead, it can be said that the matter of the six states has come to an end, they seem to be unable to make any waves anymore, and it can even be said that no one will praise Qin Fenglou for a long time in the future.

But even so, Zhao Yiqing still said: "Play."

"Who will play?"

"Fang Qingge."