[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

"Criminal Zhao Yan is exempt from capital punishment, but life crime is inevitable. He will be sentenced to lifelong corvée, fined [-] gold, and his execution will be postponed after autumn, so as to serve as an example to others."

The iron chain in Zhao Yan's hand was cut off.

Rong Sheng looked at him silently, unable to say congratulations.

A person like Zhao Yan was born to live in a temple, but now he has fallen into the dust, is it regrettable?

Although he didn't end up being quartered by five horses, it's a favor to save his life by luck, but in the end it's just hard to get over it.

As far as Zhao Yan herself is concerned, it may not be as enjoyable as cutting off her head with a knife.

Zhao Yan coughed twice.

He was ready to die, but he didn't know what went wrong.

After all, Zhao Yan is a member of the officialdom, familiar with the law, and has a feeling in her heart that there should be someone behind this drama of amnesty for the world.

When he stepped into the gate of Dali Temple, the autumn grass was withered and yellow, but now it was early winter when he stepped out. The dry and twisted tree trunks and the barren wilderness seemed to give him the illusion of being in another world.

Rong Sheng stood behind him, he wanted to say what would happen in the future, if someone else bullied him, he could come to Rong's house to find him.

However, when he opened his mouth, the only thing he could say was, "Then Mr. Liu has an old relationship with you, so he shouldn't be deliberately embarrassing you."

Zhao Yan didn't seem to hear it.

Rong Sheng said again, "I will restrain Rong Ying, and I won't let him trouble you again."

It wasn't until she heard Rong Ying's name that Zhao Yan glanced at him lightly.

"I'm a little envious of Rong Ying. In your Rong family, someone will carry it for him when the sky falls."

But in the Zhao family, Zhao Yan is the sky of the Zhao family.

When Zhao Yan collapsed, the Zhao family also collapsed.

He was still ill, his bones were torn apart, he coughed twice, and suddenly said, "For the sake of Mr. Rong taking care of me, I don't want to care about what the third son Rong has done, but if he appears next time we In front of him, I will definitely not let him return to the Rong family alive."

Rong Sheng closed his eyes and said, "You will never see him again."

When passing by, the tip of the nose smelled a faint fragrance of medicine.

Rongsheng's feet seem to have taken root in the ground.

From the moment Zhao Yan stepped out of the threshold of Dali Temple, he never took another step, watching the thin shadow gradually drifting away in front of his eyes.

Later, the flying flowers and fallen leaves came into my eyes, and I couldn't touch them.

He couldn't step over the low, lacquered red threshold of Dali Temple, nor could he get out of the rock-solid golden cage of the Rong family.

Remotely recalling the moment when feeding the medicine, the heart palpitated and felt soft.

"My lord?" the servant beside him called out.

Rong Sheng sighed, his eyes getting colder.

"Go back."

Zhao Yan stood on the long road in early winter, waiting for a carriage to approach in the distance.

The man driving the carriage wore two braids and grinned at Zhao Yan, "Fubao has met you."

The people around Liu Yanqing didn't know the rules very well.

The young man on the carriage came down suddenly, wearing a moon white double-breasted robe, with slender eyebrows, and red phoenix eyes with curved corners.

"Xiaoguan has seen adults."

Zhao Yan sighed softly, "It really is you."

Liu Yanqing said, "Of course it's me."

"Liu Yanqing, why are you doing all the tricks?"

Liu Yanqing folded the folding fan in her hand, "People in the world are boring, without Master Zhao, wouldn't it be even more meaningless? Sir, follow me back home."

Zhao Yan coughed a few more times, Liu Yanqing shook her head, "Your Excellency still doesn't care about your body."

Zhao Yan stared at Liu Yanqing and said word by word, "Liu Yanqing, I don't have much time, you are wasting your time."

Liu Yanqing smiled, "Your Excellency accepted his fate so easily?"

He gently put on the cloak for Zhao Yan, and wrapped it around the worn prison clothes inside.

The thin man trembled violently when he felt the man's touch, Liu Yanqing's eyes dimmed slightly.

"Liu Yanqing, I really don't understand you."

Liu Yanqing said, "My lord doesn't need to understand me."

He held Zhao Yan's outer shirt together and led them into the carriage.

The carriage drove into Liu's residence, and the sky began to snow finely.

At the foot of the imperial city, the voices of people in the market were covered by snow.

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small theater:

some day.

Zhao Yan: What will you give me to pay the fine?

Master Xiao Liu rubbed his chin and rested his chin, and began to think seriously, which ancestor's grave should he dig today?