Chapter 4 Watching

Zhuque Street is the most prosperous place in Qiongjiang, with merchants and citizens, and shops and restaurants. Among them, the most popular among dignitaries is the "Zuixian Tower" at the south entrance of the street.

"I didn't expect that the ninth prince would be so elegant, such a good spring, if he didn't go out to call friends and hug the jade, but asked me to accompany you here to watch the punishment." In an elegant room facing the window on the second floor, there is a table and two chairs. There are only a few exquisite dishes such as stewed fish lips, Longjing shrimp, hand peeled bamboo shoots, etc. A transparent white jade pot contains "Pear Blossom White". The talking man rolled up his sleeves and filled the wine glass for Xue Zhen.

Compared with Xue Zhen's high-profile dress in a black and purple Shu brocade robe, tied with gold silk and a beam crown, which is almost engraved with "Master is a dung be a dage" on his face, this person's robe that is not gray, not gray or blue, can be said to be said to be recognizable. Not only that, he is also very ordinary in appearance. If he falls into the crowd, he will never find it.

But he has his spirit.

That kind of spirit is like the bamboo on the mountain will never envy the lotus in the pool, just because he has his own romantic style. His behavior is very elegant, but he can faintly see the tough body lines under the robe; when he talks a lot, he seems to be as noisy as Xue, and when he is quiet, he has a unique and elegant look; he doesn't look like a literati, not just like a warrior. He is really a very complicated person.

Xue Zhen lazily picked up the wine glass, touched the man gently, drank it, and stretched out his tone and said, "Are you full to see to kill people? Master, I'm waiting for someone.

"Oh?" The man was very interested and stretched out his hand to push the window open a little more. As Xue Zhen looked down, "Who deserves such a big fuss and trouble for the romantic ninth prince? Are you still waiting here?" In the second half of the sentence, he swallowed into his stomach, "It's like hiding his head and tail like doing something unseemingly."

"It's a woman." Xue Zhen replied absent-mindedly, a woman who had only one relationship with him, but made him feel very familiar.

Since ancient times, killing people has been in the most crowded places.

A hundred steps away from the "Drunken Fairy Tower", a team of guards surrounded the temporary execution platform. The prison officer and the executioner were already in place. There was a faint sound of the chariot and the crying of the prisoner's family all the way.

"I didn't see the nobleman in the palace." The man said to himself.

"She? Why did she come? I'm afraid that now, I have racked my brains to think about how to get the favor again. Xue Zhen's words were a little contemptuous.

"The people who are going to die have arrived. I'm afraid the people waiting for the ninth prince won't come!"

"What are you gloating about?" Xue Jin gave the man a white look, stood up and held the window frame, as if to say to him and to himself, "She will definitely come."

Before he finished speaking, he saw a carriage with plain caps slowly coming from the east, and the man driving was also plain.

The big word "Shen" hanging on the head of the car is dark, and it is very solemn against a plain white background.

Xue Zhen's eyes lit up and said with a smile, "She is bold!"

The man looked at him helplessly and wanted to tell him if he had a familiar look and tone.

While talking, Chen Yan's prison car and Shen's carriage arrived at the scaffold almost at the same time. The onlookers spontaneously gave way, and the two cars confronted each other in a corner, and there was a little sword draw.

Xue Zhen restrained his smile. The sunlight was strong. He narrowed his eyes slightly and looked out. The amber light flowed in his eyes. His expression was very complicated. Is he excited? Disgust? Impulsive or restrained?

I'm afraid he can't even tell.

Chen Yan is in his early thirties this year and has always been a good life at home. The prison disaster in these days has made him look very old. His face was as pale as desperate as other death row prisoners.

A group of women and children were chasing the prison car, led by Mrs. Chen, followed by Chen Yan's wife, his five concubines and their respective children. At this time, when she saw the Shen family's car, Mrs. Chen's eyes were about to split. She immediately rushed forward and cursed, "Bad little bitch! The rotten hooves of the Shen family! Why is your heart so cruel? Do you have to kill my son?"

The soldier hurried forward to stop it, but Mrs. Chen was like a crazy tiger and seemed to jump on the car. Although she was not born in a big family, she gave birth to a daughter and was favored. Her son dragged his sister's skirt and went to the military headquarters to be an official. Over the years, she has been very happy and has long been an old Fengjun temperament. At this moment, it's worth losing my son. How can I care about anything else? I just want to pull out the people in the car, tear them into pieces, and eat their meat!

It's a pity that the person she is facing is Fang Chen.

Since the news of the death of Shen Mingyuan and his wife was confirmed, Fang Chen and Shen's sister and brother have been wearing plain clothes together and doing their best for the general and wife. These days, they have not used a sword. Fortunately, there is a whip for driving a car.

He waved his wrist gently, and there was a straight line on the ground, separating Mrs. Chen from the other end of the line.

"Don't come here." He looked up at the Chen family and said, "I will die."

Mrs. Chen was stunned for a moment and lay on the ground and splashed, "Killing people! The Shen family killed people! Oh my God! Let me die with my son! After death, he became a fierce ghost and pestered Shen's cheap hooves!"

This time it was Fang Chen's turn to be stunned.

"This is really a master who meets a shrew. He can't be beaten or let go." The man in gray smiled.

No one responded. He looked back at Xue Zhen strangely and saw that his face had turned cold, looking at Mrs. Chen as if she was looking at something dirty and disgusting.

"The eight characters haven't been skimmed yet, so it's protected?" Looking at Xue Zhen's expression, for the sake of safety, he rationally put this sentence in his heart.

There was an uproar around the audience, and Mrs. Chen's voice was sad. In the blue sky and day, it also sounded a little cold behind, and people were looking at the carriage.

The wheels rang softly, the curtain was lifted, and a pair of sisters walked away.

Coral is timid and Yulang is young, so it is not suitable to come to such an occasion.

Shen Xuanji and Shen Yuluo wear the same plain white filial piety clothes, only wearing the hairpin of agarwood, and inserting a white silk flower on each side of their temples.

"We didn't want to get out of the car, but you are so unreasonable, so I have to watch your son die." Shen Xuanji's voice was very good and gentle. Such vicious words were also like discussing with people, and his tone was quite gentle.

How will ordinary women deal with such things? Xue Zhen thought:

The best strategy is to force her to move. She forced her to go freely. Anyway, Chen Yan will definitely die, so there is no need to talk too much with her. The middle strategy is to win the sympathy of the onlookers. If such two beautiful girls cry with pear blossoms and rain, they will definitely make passers-by even more disgusted with the Chen family. It seems that only the worst strategy is to compete with her face to face.

But it seems that this is not the case.

Xue Zhen feels that Shen Xuanji's temperament is very different from her appearance.

She looks no different from any noble girl in Qiongjiang. She is beautiful, elegant, her words are good, and her courtesy is a little good, but she is a loser in her bones.

Maybe for her, "Your son is pitiful, won't my parents be wronged?" She didn't care to say such nonsense at all.

Shoot the horse first, and capture the king first. If you attack, you must hit it with one blow, and stab the weakest place of the enemy.

This is Shen Xuanji's philosophy of life.

is also Xue Zhen's.

He finally knew why he felt that Shen Xuanji had a very familiar feeling. It turned out that he looked at her as if he were looking at himself.

Sure enough, Mrs. Chen's face instantly became as pale as her son.

She was so angry that she fought and pointed to Shen Xuanji speechless. The soldiers next to her took this opportunity to drag her away.

"It's noon, execution!" The prison officer threw the token on the ground cleanly, and he never wanted anything to change.

Everyone should be responsible for their own choices. If Chen Yan could foresee his different position today, he might not be perfunctory about Wanping's urgent military newspaper. Unfortunately, it's too late.

"Have you finished watching the play? Are you still satisfied?" Xue Zhen was angry, the window had been closed, and the Shen sisters had already left. The man in gray asked jokingly.

Xue Zhen regained his cynical appearance and asked, "What about you? Are you satisfied with Miss Shen?"

The man in gray opened his mouth and pointed to Xue Zhen, "You...you are becoming more and more refined!"

The carriage swayed, and Shen Yuluo's face was slightly pale. Looking back on the scene just now, she still felt very uncomfortable.

She looked up at Shen Xuanji, but found that her face was even worse, almost waxy, and her forehead was covered with sweat.

She silently held Shen Xuanji's hand.

Shen Xuanji smiled at her reluctantly, "We should be happy to see our enemies."

Shen Yuluo also nodded reluctantly. Originally, her sister and grandmother were not allowed to come, but she insisted on following her. She still remembers that her grandmother said, "That scene must be flesh and blood. You, a girl's family, really not suitable."

"Then why can my sister go?"

"Your sister... can't help it..." Grandma stopped talking, but she immediately understood that her sister is Shen's daughter and a flag.

She remembered that when she was a little girl, her mother hugged her with one hand, hugged her sister with the other, and said with a smile, "Xunji is like the peony planted in the porcelain pot of Junyao, which moves the capital when the flowers bloom; Yingluo is an orchid in a crystal bottle. It is enough to find a good man who loves you and is willing to hold you in his hand!" "

At that time, she blushed and only covered her ears, but today she didn't know what her mother meant.

Women in the family will bear as much responsibility as they enjoy.

"Sister, were you afraid just now?" Shen Yuluo stretched out her hand and gently stroked Shen Xuanji's chest and asked.

Shen Xuanji was slightly stunned when she heard the question. Is she afraid?

Of course she is afraid. She is scared to death.

Although she had long regarded the man as an irreconjured enemy in her heart, and she only wanted to put her to death quickly these days, when she saw it with her own eyes, her legs and feet were still weak, her heart pounding, and her sweat had already wet her clothes. She made almost all her efforts and did not collapse to the ground.

It turns out that watching people die is such a terrible thing.

"I'm very scared." Shen Xuanji looked at his sister's pair of curved eyelashes and told her the truth.

"Do you regret it?" Shen Yuluo asked again.

Does she regret it? In fact, there is a little bit.

She nodded. She was not a completely cold-blooded person.

Shen Yuluo squeezed her mouth and thought about it. After a long time, she raised her head and looked at Shen Xuanji sincerely, "Sister, whether you are afraid or regret it in the future, I will always be with you."

"I can't make you not afraid or regret it. I can only stay with you all the time."