Zhu Lan is dead

He didn't open his eyes slowly until the noise outside the house subsided and the sound of the wind gradually subsided. At this time, there was silence inside and outside the house, and the time consumed by dozing off most of the time was enough to make him anxious.

That bit of Jinhua Yanzhi under Ji Fengzhu couldn't stop him at all, the thing was made by him, wouldn't it be ridiculous if he also fell for the trick.

He turned over neatly and got down on the bed, instead of going directly to the front door, he turned out towards the back window.

"Master."

After leaving the backyard door, an old servant came forward cautiously.

"All ready?" He stretched out his hand to pull the horse led by the old servant, and jumped onto the horse's back neatly.

The old servant used to be the groom who managed the stables of the Lin family, and he had ordered to wait here before, but now seeing Lin Jiangzhuo in such a hurry, he still couldn't help but said, "Young master, don't be too impulsive, isn't this practice place talking about robbery?" can be robbed."

Lin Jiangzhuo looked down at him, his voice was dry, "I didn't intend to rob the execution ground, it's just that I have to do it now..."

He must not let Yu Yijun be beheaded just like this, otherwise he will really follow Yu Zhenting's way. Even if he fails to return to Dayue Clan to inherit the throne smoothly in the future, that man must not die.

The sun gradually shifted, and the bustling street market began to calm down slowly, because Caishikou on West Street was originally the place where murderers were beheaded in the past, and the murders caused by it in the long run were too heavy, so accidents always happened for no reason.

In addition, beheading at noon is the reason for being timid and cowardly. It is the time of day when the yang energy is strong, so as not to overwhelm the upper body with yin energy. Naturally, it is better to execute the execution at this time, so the people along the street will be relatively quiet.

He slowly got up and stood by the guardrail and looked downstairs. At this time, the prison car had gone away, and many people followed him to the execution ground.

The sun was hanging brightly in the center, a thin layer of sweat could not help but form on the forehead, and the fingers holding the spine of the bow gradually turned white.

His eyes were cold, he was waiting, waiting for Lin Jiangzhuo to arrive, and then sent him to heaven, so everything was over.

Not far away, a long order was uttered, powerful enough to make anyone frightened, and when the executioner raised the big knife in his hand, the longbow in his hand was also drawn away.

At this moment, his heart was blank, and the only thing he remembered was what the man said last time when he taught him how to draw a bow and shoot an arrow.

"On the battlefield, every time you draw the bowstring, when the arrow is aimed at the enemy, on the contrary, it is also aimed at your own heart, because there is only such a chance, if you fail, the enemy will not give you a second chance to get up It’s never easy to guarantee a perfect shot, so I’m risking my life every time.”

"Because you will cherish your own life when you sacrifice your life, so you understand the value of life, so the burden of killing is too heavy, so you have to remember that bows and arrows can be used to kill, but you have to remember that you will bear the burden." cost."

Fingers squeezed the tail of the arrow, gradually accumulating strength, but the voice of reassurance became clearer and clearer, "It may be because your hands are stained with blood and you can't sleep at night, or it may be because of your bloodthirsty and madness. I don't want you to bear anything because of this, I just hope You live well..."

So that person knew what he wanted to do early on?

He couldn't help but bend the corners of his lips, and the killing intent in his eyes fluctuated slightly.

It's a pity that he never listens to anyone's consolation. He can't figure out why those sinful people have no burden so far, and why they can still live freely. He can't do it with tolerance, as long as he thinks of himself After so many years of being homeless, he would feel bitter hatred, and he just wanted to end it all, to end it like this...

The chess piece in his hand fell suddenly, and the young man on the opposite side glanced at him, and raised his eyebrows slightly, "Is the prince planning to admit defeat?"

Yu Changqi came back to his senses, only to realize that the black chess in his hand had been swallowed and surrounded by the opponent, and the good confrontation had been turned into a mess by him.

Another doomed outcome.

"Don't be impatient and absent-minded when playing chess." The young man looked at him and curled his lips, his brows and eyes were as pale as autumn water, "This chess game is so boring."

As he spoke, he gently tossed the white piece in his hand with his slender knuckles, and the sound of the piece hitting the chessboard resounded crisply.

"Let's do it again..." He reached out to pick up the fallen chess piece, but the young man on the opposite side smiled and grabbed his hand, "There is no chance to start over..."

"..."

The icy touch of the fingertips, the clear pupils of the person opposite him still had a familiar smile.

"Your heart is no longer with me..." The young man withdrew his hand, and with a calm expression on his face, he lifted up the sleeve of his robe casually, showing a gesture of indifference, "Is what I said wrong?"

He lowered his head and said nothing.

The surroundings are silent, and occasionally I hear the chirping sound of birds flying from the flower pergola. The sun is shifting, but the shade here is tight.

"Are you angry?" the young man said again.

"No..." He closed his eyes, feeling a little helpless in his heart. The scene from many years ago was still so familiar, but he always felt that something had changed.

"It's your heart that has changed." The young man looked at him and said leisurely, but his eyes were clearer than any stream.

Yu Changqi looked up at him with a dazed expression, "How do you know what I'm thinking?"

The young man couldn't help laughing out loud, "You have been a person who can't hide your thoughts since you were a child, and everything is shown on your face. Seeing your calm face all day long, you can tell that you are not having a good time."

Are you having a hard time?He didn't seem to have had a good time in these years.

However, the young man looked up at the afterglow of Xishan, which was about to end, and stretched his waist, "I'm leaving."

His heart tightened, and he hurriedly said, "Will you come again?"

"Why am I still here?" The young man couldn't help laughing out loud, "Do you see you in a daze all day?"

Seeing Yu Changqi's gloomy look again, he couldn't help but frowned, and said impatiently: "You said why you have changed so much now, it was not like this before, I can't even talk to you Going to suffocate."

A smile melted in his eyes, he looked at him and said, "You have also changed a lot, and your temper has become irritable."

The young man couldn't help but glared at him, then sat up straight and said: "It seems that the child really cares about you. After playing chess with you these few days, I'm pretty sure that your thoughts are not with me. so……"

He stood up suddenly, "Let's get together and break up."

Yu Changqi looked up at him, "Have you let go yet?"

The young man curled his lips into a helpless smile, "If I am a dead person, if I persist in my obsession, how will I be reborn in the future?"

After saying this, the figure in front of him disappeared, he was startled for a moment, and then slowly came back to his senses, there was no one around, dilapidated and incomplete everywhere, exuding a decayed atmosphere that had accumulated over the years.

The Taoist temple in Lincheng County was the last place that man stayed in his life.

The place where he is now exiled is here, and everything returns to the beginning, and he seems to have returned to the starting point.

Have you let go?

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but his eyes were like the faintest stars in the sky.

The yamen servant who had been waiting for him outside the door for a long time had already grown impatient, but he still kept the most decent expression on his face.

"My lord, you should return to your residence earlier. After all, you are now a sinner. Although the county magistrate told you that you don't have to be so strict, it's getting late and the Taoist temple is haunted. It's not good after a long time."

"Is it worth it?"

He asked this sentence for the third time, and finally couldn't help but frown when he saw the dying person on the bed.

Lin Jiangzhuo looked at him and smiled, his face was extremely pale, he just lay on his back on the bed and could hardly move.

The arrow on his chest hit his heart straight, and the blood almost soaked through the skirt of his clothes. Even if he pulled it out now, he knew that his life was not long.

"Why are you disobedient?" Ji Fengzhu looked at him with a calmer expression than he imagined.

From the moment he heard that this person had left, he knew that sooner or later he would not be able to keep him.

If he hadn't set off early to snatch this person back, maybe this person was discovered by the officials at the scene, and he might have been rectified on the spot long ago?

In fact, the end result is still the same, always dying.

Lin Jiangzhuo watched him open his mouth, but found a stabbing pain in his throat, his breath seemed to penetrate from his chest to his nose, every time he took a breath, it was like a gust of wind passing over his heart, that kind of icy cold pain.

Holding the quilt under his body tightly with his fingers, he just opened his mouth slightly to breathe, his chest seemed to be on fire, and blood kept flowing from his body.

Without stopping the bleeding, he just quietly watched his own blood ready to stain the bedding of this bed red.

"Are you waiting... for me to die?"

After a long while, he finally said these words with all his strength, the pain was uncontrollable for a while, and his brows were furrowed.

"Probably." It was cruel to say this, but he said it anyway, seeing the man struggling to death, he seemed to want to engrave his appearance deeply in his heart.

Lin Jiangzhuo couldn't help laughing and bent his brows and eyes, a large stream of blood spurted out of his mouth, his face was almost ashen, ugly like an old man who was about to die, "Can you, send me on my way..."

The fingers were tightly clenched, and he almost smashed through the wall with a fist, but it was a joke in the end, the hand bones were almost broken, and tears finally came out of his eyes, he approached the bed with a trembling voice, "Why, it ended up like this In the end, I never wanted to let you die."

It was you who forced me into a desperate situation...

He didn't say this sentence again, and he collapsed on the bed, as if even breathing became redundant.

Ji Fengzhu still didn't give up, he questioned him over and over again, but he didn't dare to touch him.

The brilliance in his eyes faded away little by little, as if he wanted to carry these worldly resentments and troubles, he turned his head away, and refused to look at him again until he died, just like that, he couldn't get up again, and fell into a deep sleep.

"..."

The tears in his eyes fell on the couch, and he just sat there, not daring to touch it for a moment, until he saw the remaining temperature getting colder, and a voice came from outside the door, the attendant walked in, and took a look at the corpse on the couch , lowered his eyebrows and said: "My lord..."

But he stood up abruptly, wiped away the tears on his face, turned around and left without looking back.

"Find a place and bury it..."