Marriage record after marrying the wrong person

Hua Yi didn't want to delay for a moment, he almost wrote all the memorial procedures in one day, and when the five girls woke up, he led people to record the statement in a hurry.

Shang Shu told people to pass on tears, begging Hua Yi to let him go, Hua Yi was afraid that he would beat the old man when he saw him, and he didn't even want to see him.

So he sorted it out a bit, stated the many crimes of Zhang Fuyao and You Pu, and also emphasized that Shang Shu was quite conscientious. The girls quietly prepared some food and water, but the old guy is still in this case. Has been playing the role of crap stick!After he finished writing, he asked someone to present it to the emperor.

The five girls are still alive, the matter should be settled, and Zhang Fuyao should be beheaded to respect the law of the country.

But Hua Yi didn't feel happy to have a difficult case resolved. He was worried, and remembered what one of the girls said to him today: "Fortunately, they put the five of us together, and we encouraged and comforted each other." , I didn’t give up living. If I’m alone in prison...I’m afraid, it will take less than three days..."

Hearing that, Hua Yi's heart skipped a beat.

He has solved such cases, how could he not understand this kind of psychology.

There are many infatuated people in the world, but not everyone can do it, and not everyone has to live or die for love, at least he can't do it.

He rubbed his eyebrows heavily, he knew deeply that he was a coward, he dared not face it, he told himself countless times to be rational and careful, but when he thought of Song Tan's life and death, alone Under the fear, this rational patience was almost washed away.

Many terrible and ominous thoughts tormented him, tearing him apart.

Hua Yi is usually worth two to five to eighty thousand. I am rich and handsome, especially thick-skinned, but he also has the person he is most afraid to face, that is, Ji Qingxian, his father's old department, his teacher, his... The older brother of Ziruo, the fiancée who shot to death with an arrow.

Hua Yi cared so much about Song Tan, he had already done everything he could, and he was a little afraid of his past.But he even lowered his face and lowered his head to bother and plead with Ji Qingxian for a while, sending pigeon letters to the past, hoping that Ji Qingxian's influence could help him find Song Tan .

When Cheng Xuehong came in in a hurry, he happened to catch the deep sadness, depression, fear and uneasiness in Hua Yi's eyes.

He was slightly stunned, he had never seen such a Huayi in his age, and he was very surprised.But he was very cowardly and didn't dare to make fun of it. He decided to save face for his cousin and pretended he didn't see it.

Facing Hua Yi who was back to normal, he said with some difficulty: "I just came back from the palace, cousin, your handover is late..."

Hua Yi hummed, as if he had expected it a long time ago, "The right servant shot and abandoned the car to protect the handsome."

"That's right, he handed over the booklet to my father one step earlier than you. The old man is quite good at it. In order to clean up the entire Zhang family, he directly dumped all the crimes on his youngest son, Zhang Fuyao. He also said that he had no knowledge of preventing the case from being resolved, and that he acted recklessly because of the eagerness of his youngest son's mother-in-law."

Cheng Xuehong showed disdain, "In order to prove his death, he even hacked Zhang Fuyao's own mother, his concubine, to death! It's really not surprising that such an old bastard raised that little bastard. "

Hua Yi frowned, without any emotion in his eyes, he looked directly at Cheng Xuehong, "So we still can't deal with this big tiger, can we?"

Cheng Xuehong rubbed his nose, he was a little afraid to look at Hua Yi, "Father, he...has a lot of worries, what he means is to ask to be killed after autumn."

"No." Hua Yi said in a low voice, as if he was talking about something ordinary, his tone was flat: "Long nights and many dreams, I'm afraid troubles will arise, and I'll kill him tomorrow."

There was an unknown bird call outside the window. It was misty and shrill, which made people's hearts tighten.

Cheng Xuehong's eyes widened, and he hurriedly comforted him, "Brother, don't resist the order!"

Hua Yi walked to the window, looked up at the boundless sky, the melancholy moonlight painted alternate light and shade on his face, he turned his head to Cheng Xuehong and said: "I resisted the decree once or twice, I just wanted him die."

Shocked by the killing intent in Hua Yi's words, Cheng Xuehong couldn't help panicking. He put one hand on the table to stabilize his body, but couldn't say a word.

The place of execution was in a downtown street. Zhang Fuyao was wearing a blood-stained prison uniform. His hair was disheveled, and it was obvious that he had been tortured beyond recognition. His body was covered in bruises and his face was swollen like a pig's head.

Now at this moment, he no longer has any thoughts of struggling, instead, he really just wants to die quickly.He smirked foolishly and let the onlookers throw vegetable leaves and eggs in his face.

Hua Yi didn't want him to be relieved easily, so he knelt down and leaned into Zhang Fuyao's ear and said, "It's all thanks to your father, who sent you here with his own hands, that you ended up like this. Oh yes Now, your mother was accused of some unwarranted crimes by your father, and was hacked to death by him, don't you think it's funny?"

Two lines of tears flowed from Zhang Fuyao's eyes, he dared not look at Hua Yi.After Hua Yi got up to leave, he slowly raised his head and glanced at the sun. Under the influence of tears, he actually vaguely saw some colorful lights, which was a silent farewell to him.

The supervisor squinted his eyes at the sun, and impatiently threw the label that determined his life and death from the bamboo tube.

The executioner spit out strong wine and poured it on the blade. Zhang Fuyao couldn't avoid shaking violently. He also peed on his pants, and a puddle of yellow liquid flowed out from under his body. The onlookers sniffed and laughed at him.

He opened his mouth soundlessly, but before he could utter the word, the knife light flashed awe-inspiringly, his head fell to the ground, rolled on the ground, and was kicked a few times like a football.

He finally ended his short, scribbled and heinous life, and the last word he wanted to say was: Mother.

When people are most fearful and helpless, they will subconsciously look for their mothers.He was no exception, and Song Tan was no exception.

When Song Tan's consciousness was blurred, he saw her, but he couldn't see his mother's eyebrows clearly, and his only impression of her was only when he was five years old, more than ten years ago, the grievances in the past, today In pain, Song Tan still wanted to throw herself into her arms...

Even if the man cut off the rope that bound his hands, Song Tan's arms were still hanging down weakly, and he was lying on the ground. On the ground around his mouth was a pool of blood he vomited out, and the brilliance in his eyes was like the setting sun. The last bit of light was embedded in the eye sockets, and the scroll was still firmly pressed under his chest.

The man became ruthless. He waved the dagger mechanically and stabbed Song Tan again and again. He snorted and laughed at Song Tan, "What are you waiting for? Hua Yi knew you were robbed a long time ago. He didn't come for so many days, he just gave up on you, what are you waiting for?"

Song Tan's heart twitched and hurt, and he felt the blood in his chest churning.

But he still turned a blind eye to it, he didn't want the little hope that had supported him for so many days to be wiped out in an instant.So Song Tan slowly and with great difficulty, enduring the great pain, tightly held the scroll with both hands, and stuck it to his heart.

The man felt that Song Tan's hard-working and persistent appearance was too intrusive, so he scolded his mother.

He picked up Song Tan's hair and pulled him to face the ground. He dragged Song Tan on the ground like a dead fish. There were many sharp gravel clods on the ground, grinding him inch by inch. Song Tan's most proud face was covered with mottled scars.

The man suddenly stopped in his tracks, and before Song Tan had time to catch his breath, the cloth strips over his eyes were torn off suddenly.

He was dragged to the fire by him, Song Tan's eyes were almost red, and in Song Tan's angry eyes, the man threw the scroll of painting directly into the fire.

The tongue of fire was licked very cleanly, and the man whistled cheerfully, "Hua Yi executed my young master today, have you been living very calmly these days, he never thought of coming to rescue you at all, he didn't He sent someone to look for you! He must choose the future between you and him!"

The man sobbed again in a flash, "I have to send you to my young master as a companion on Huangquan Road."

Song Tan seemed to be dying out, his voice became weaker and weaker as he spoke: "Give me a good time."

He thought sadly, he couldn't remember what his mother looked like, his hope was not worth mentioning, it turned out that he was the one who had nothing at all.

He opened his eyes like this, staring directly at his dying self.His blood was warm, and he was leaning against a fire again. It should be hot enough to sweat, but he felt a burst of cold.

The intertwining of cold and warmth gave him a strange hallucination.

He heard the rushing footsteps mixed with the whistling wind, he saw a black shadow break into the door, and he saw a cold light of the shadow of a knife fall on that person.

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