After rebirth, Zha Gong begged me to love him [Rebirth]

But not to mention Prince Kuanren, he has no personal enmity with the Li family. If he really wanted to be involved, it would only be because the Li family belonged to the second prince. However, there are many families beside the second prince, so why should it be the Li family?

What's more, these directions are too obvious. At first, he guessed whether the second prince directed and acted himself, but he always felt that something was missing.

Wen Xian seemed to have expected such a situation long before the portrait was presented to him, so he brought the portrait by his side before the banquet started. It makes the hair stand on end.

Why did he bring the portrait ahead of time?Unless he knew what was going to happen in the banquet hall in advance and knew that Wang Weizhi's real identity was false.

But why did he know?unless......

This guess even seems to have an answer to why the Li family was chosen.

Marquis Wei shuddered and didn't dare to think about it again. If it was as he guessed, then Wen Xian was truly terrifying, and his character was immeasurable!

The servant led him to the front hall, where Wen Xian had already made tea and was waiting here, his expression was not surprised at all, he was not hiding his emotions when he looked at Wei Hou Ye who had come, his handsome and ruthless face was full of surprises. There was a kind of extraordinarily cold smile when he laughed, Wei Hou Ye was startled, he had already been subverted by the speculation in his heart, and now he couldn't help feeling a wave of fear when he saw Wen Xian.

The tall man sat on the main seat, without lifting his eyes, he only sipped his tea and said: "Sit."

A few days had passed since Wang Weixia's prison, and Wang Yuanwai's family could still pretend to be old love at first, but later they seemed to feel that there was no hope of getting out, and they had already given up the little love they had.

His little mother didn't want to see him at all, and she used to pretend to be his only son in Qingshan Town.

Now that he is pregnant, his mouth is even more vicious, and his father doesn't say a word except to accuse him of being silent.

On the contrary, the little girl still has some conscience, maybe Xiaowa doesn't have the temperament of her parents to follow suit, so she gave Wang Weizhi the only warmth in this desperate environment.

One of the things he has done the most in the past few days is to sit in a corner and think about his life in the past ten years, but without exception, in the end he still thinks of the man with the fox eyes .

Lying sideways on the wooden board, the originally round chin has become much thinner due to the scourge of prison in the past few days.

In the cell next door, the woman started swearing again, and Wang Weizhi got tired of listening to it these days.

He pulled out two tufts of straw, rubbed them into his ears, and blocked the magic sound.

But it seemed to be different today. When the woman was still standing in the cell and insulting her, a few guards walked up the long aisle outside the cell.

The leading guard walked to Wang Weizhi's cell and opened the door, "Take him out."

Several guards stepped forward and raised Wang Weizhi who was still sitting, "Let's go, time is up."

These people were very rude, pushing Wang Weizhi to move forward, the young man pulled the straw out of his ears, the time was up, but he didn't know what was waiting for him in front of him, he looked at Wang Yuanwai's family next door.

In those round cat eyes, as long as you look closely, you can still vaguely discern a bit of nostalgia.

But the two people in the cell next door looked terrified and avoided them very much, fearing that they would get in touch with him.

Although they had already rubbed Wang Weizhi's heart through in the past few days, he was still stabbed by such an expression, and his heart felt uncontrollably cold, and when he looked away, the nostalgia had dissipated.

Several guards escorted him out.

When she was about to pass Yuanwai Wang's cell, her younger sister finally couldn't help crying and called out to her brother.

Wang Weizhi's body was invisible, but soon Xiaowa was hugged by the woman and covered her mouth, followed by the other party's warning and scolding.

Seeing him stop, the guard pushed him impatiently, "Go quickly."

Wang Weizhi was staggered by the push, but he didn't look back, and followed the guards out.

Wen Dynasty's dungeon was very dark. He stayed here for several days, and when he came out, he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

The group of guards pushed him into the prison car and drove him towards the city. In fact, he looked very calm on the face, but he was terrified in his heart, and even his palms were slightly sweating. He didn't know what was waiting for him ahead. What is it, since he entered the capital, he can't see the way forward at all.

The prison car drove him all the way to the execution platform in the west of the city. Along the way, many people stopped to watch and commented on him. Some laughed at him, some watched the show, and some insulted him.

But Wang Weizhi doesn't need sympathy, he deserves to be punished for doing something wrong, and he has no one to blame.

Even though he thought so, when he saw Wen Xian sitting on the execution platform, he couldn't help feeling resentful.

Wen Xian was still smiling as he was when he first met him. He still remembered the glamorous reception banquet and the excitement when he saw him for the first time.

But now, he was kneeling on the execution platform, being pointed and insulted by many people, and Wen Xian, nothing seemed to touch his heartstrings. He thought that after these few days, he could face him calmly.

But when he really saw him, the heart in his chest became agitated again without hesitation, his throat was choked up badly, and his eye sockets were sour.

But Wang Weizhi didn't want to lose face in front of him, so he could only lower his head, letting the scattered black hair cover all his expressions.

The executioner on the high platform was very dignified, and he sternly reprimanded: "On the platform of crime, the person who kneels, pretends to be the only son of the Wei family, and deceives the king. Can this crime be admitted?"

"I think."

"You are narrow-minded and killed the only son of the Li family for your own revenge. Is this crime acceptable?"

Wang Weizhi's body couldn't help trembling slightly, he raised his head slightly, Wen Xian still looked at him with a smile, even the dimples that dimpled were still rippling softly as when they first met.

But Wang Weizhi knew that it was just an appearance, and it was a sharp weapon to kill. His eyes drooped, his heart contracted uncontrollably, and he heard his own dismal voice.

"I think."

There was an uproar under the execution platform, there were those who insulted and those who were angry. The young master of the Li family was indeed domineering, but compared to a murderer, that kind of domineering was nothing. What they were more afraid of was that "cruel" methods like Wang Weizhi "The murderer.

I don't know who made the first move, a stone was thrown from below and hit Wang Weizhi's body, followed by many others, picking up discarded things and throwing them at him.

Wang Weizhi just knelt there, bearing it without saying a word. If he looked up at this moment, he could see Wen Xian's frown slightly.

Until a guard stepped forward to stop this absurd act, the people still clamored that they would not let him go, but he had pleaded guilty, and the executioner said: "The sinner, Wang Weizhi, committed a heinous crime."

At this time, the people applauded, and the executioner squinted at Wang Weizhi, who was kneeling below, and continued: "But the emperor is merciful, and his attitude of pleading guilty is sincere, and the death penalty can be avoided. Responsibility to set an example to others!"

Although this punishment is not a death sentence, it is already quite heavy. Ordinary people are punished with eighty sticks. If they can't bear it, they will throw their lives here.

The common people applauded one after another, and all of them opened their eyes and waited to see Wang Weizhi's execution.

The executioner turned to look at Wen Xian. Wen Xian, who had been silent all this time, finally said, "Execution."

His voice was still clear and clear as usual, but it felt like a headache in Wang Weizhi's ears.

Soon someone came up and pressed him down, and two executioners stepped forward with wooden sticks as thick as the wrists.

Wang Weizhi seemed to be able to hear the sound of breaking through the air. When the first stick hit his back, he felt a dull pain in his entire back. He was beaten forward and felt that his internal organs seemed to have shifted.

The second stick followed closely, but it was obviously much lighter than the first stick. This is...

The executioner showed mercy!As if thinking of some possibility, he raised his head slightly and saw Wen Xian's dark eyes, which were bottomless, and couldn't see the emotion clearly, but he saw Wen Xian's murmured lips, and he said, "Lie down."

His position is facing the high platform, with his back facing the people under the platform. If he is lying on his stomach, they will not be able to see when the executioner shows mercy.

If you resist hard, you will be injured even if you don't die.

But Wang Weizhi's temperament is very stubborn, he lowered his eyes and smiled bitterly in his heart, what is this?a handout?a boon?Or slap a sweet date?

If he really cared about him, why expose him in that hall?If he really wanted to protect him, why push him out at the last moment?

The target of public criticism!The sharp blade pierces the heart!Being scolded by tens of thousands of people poking the spine!He should!

But what does he Wenxian think of him as?Whirling dog?Even if Wang Weizhi is humble and his status is low, he doesn't need anyone's charity, even Wen Xian's.

Call him ridiculous or stupid, he has always been such a stubborn person.

Lowering his eyes, he slowly sat up on his knees from the ground. Although he was shivering in pain, he still knelt upright. This was the last dignity Wang Weizhi insisted on. When you push him out, he can survive alone!

He knelt straight, his back was exposed to the eyes of the common people at this angle, the executioner felt a bit difficult, and he didn't know how to do it.

But the common people couldn't see them cheating, the executioner gritted his teeth, and the wooden stick fell on Wang Weizhi's back like a torrential rain.

Wen Xian's face was completely darkened, he didn't expect Wang Weizhi to be so stubborn, isn't he even afraid of death?What is he insisting on?

Looking at the already pale and tottering man in pain, a rush of anger surged up for no reason, mixed with an annoying anxiety!

The phalanx had turned white, and the folding fan in his hand was slightly deformed by the force. Wen Xian just watched him carry out the execution without blinking, watched Wang Weizhi get up tremblingly and knelt down after being beaten, watched the dazzling Bright red meandered down his nose and mouth, watching the once clear cat eyes gradually covered with a layer of gray.

enough!Roaring in his heart, even his handsome face was slightly distorted.

He stood up abruptly, and walked in front of Wang Weizhi under everyone's surprised eyes. The executioners all stopped when they saw him coming.

The people were also looking around, but fortunately, he still remembered that he was the weak and deceitful third prince.

Wen Xian squatted down, looked at Wang Weizhi at the same level, and stretched out his hand to push away the blue hair sticking to his face, revealing a miserable face. He tried his best to suppress his anger, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "What are you stubborn about?" ? I've made a concession for you! What else do you want?"

The handsome face that once attracted Wang Weizhi became a double image in front of him, and he seemed to see the tightly suppressed anger between Wen Xian's brows.

Is he angry?for whom?Wang Weizhi didn't know, but he already felt that the soul consciousness had flown far away, and his back had turned from pain to numbness. He suddenly remembered the way Wen Xian toasted him with a wine glass and smiled through the crowds of people at the welcome banquet. How can two people who have no difference now have changed so much?

Maybe it was because Wang Weizhi was about to lose consciousness, those guesses that had caused him pain for countless days seemed to disappear suddenly, he actually smiled at Wen Xian in a daze, his throat was choked up badly, something itchy was rushing up desperately.

"Wen...Wen Xian...", he called out in a trance, and seemed to see that handsome face slowly becoming surprised and angry in the dimness, the numbness could no longer be suppressed, and the warmth was filled with little by little. The mouth slides down along the corner of his whispering lips.

The handsome man stood up suddenly, Wang Weizhi was still a little puzzled, and tried to look up at him.

That expression was something Wang Weizhi had never seen before, Wen Xian didn't say a word, looked at Wang Weizhi who was trying to raise his head to look at him, and kept silent for a moment, trying to suppress the anger that had nowhere to vent in his chest.

"As a sinner, you should have a gesture of apology. What are you doing standing upright like this?"

He raised his leg and lightly kicked Wang Weizhi's knee, and the man who was already very unstable due to the torture finally couldn't control himself and lay down on the ground.

Those pretty fox eyes flickered, seeing that he really didn't have the strength to get up, so he retreated to his position.

The executioner gave him a sideways look, "The third prince is soft-hearted."

Wen Xian's face was black, he didn't look at the executioner squarely, he just said: "Please help me to thank the prince, Wen Xian has made a note of this."

After Wang Weizhi fell to the ground, everyone couldn't see clearly, they could only see the vigorously dancing stick and the slowly lowering muffled groan.

Soon the eighty sticks were finished.

The executioner got up and said a few more words, nothing more than a warning to the world, and after the incident, he returned to the palace with the executioner to return to his order.

Without the real blow, Wang Weizhi finally pulled back the breath that was about to be vented, but the injury was too serious, and he passed out halfway

Wen Xian stepped forward and looked at the person collapsed in the blood amber, his heart palpitations were severe, he didn't know why he felt this way, but looking at Wang Weizhi's pale face, a trace of fear rose in his heart.

This feeling was very strange and made him flustered. Wang Weizhi's back was bloody and bloody. He didn't let others touch him, but reached out and hugged him himself.

The guard waiting on the side saw this and was about to reach out to pick it up, but was moved away by Wen Xian. The guard was a little surprised. In his impression, there seemed to be no one else besides Wen Xian who was so considerate to Mr. Shen.

But he was just a bodyguard, he turned around and hurried to catch up with Wen Xian, and the man directly carried Wang Weizhi into the carriage.

When he was about to go up, he ordered: "Go and invite the best doctor in the capital."

The guard bowed his head respectfully, and reminded: "Master, in your current capacity."

Wen Xian's eyes flickered slightly, and after a few breaths of silence, he said: "Forget it, go find Yan Fei and ask him to invite Dr. Miao."

Doctor Miao was the doctor who saw Wang Weizhi last time, he was one of the doctors used by the Shen family!

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