Chapter 1 The heart is gone, back to the past
Chapter 1 is gone, go back to the past
Eight years ago, the late emperor of Huangqi died early, and the throne was passed on to his eldest son. He set the year as Xuancheng and set up the first auxiliary three princes.
With the change of regime, there were great changes in the court, and all forces were crushed. Among the three princes, An Longyi, the first assistant prime minister, finally controlled the real power, killed dissidents and controlled the government.
Announced on September 23rd, the first assistant Prime Minister An Longyi celebrated his life in a large row of feast in the Prime Minister's mansion. Officials in the imperial city, regardless of their official positions, go to celebrate their birthdays, and there are also many people who rush to the imperial city to celebrate their birthdays.
However, no one expected that the powerful prime minister would be assassinated at the birthday banquet.
On the same night, the murderer sneaked into the official post outside the imperial city and killed He Lijing, the governor of Wuming County, who came to celebrate his birthday.
In one day, two court officials died. As soon as this incident came out, it immediately caused a sensation in the whole country.
In the imperial city, whether it is the streets and alleys or government halls, there is no discussion about this matter.
The young emperor was vigorous and issued an imperial edict to limit the punishment department to seize the real murderer within three days. And the criminal government did not disrespect the emperor's order. In the early morning of the third day, more than 100 light cavalry captains were sent to post a list throughout the city, announcing that the murderer had been captured.
For a while, the identity of this murderer became the focus of speculation, and how this man managed to kill the two court members was even more controversial and talked about for everyone.
It didn't take long for the emperor's list to publicly execute the murderer of the case to correct the law.
On the day of the execution, there was a sea of onlookers on the street. The Sifang City Guard Camp and the Criminal Division joined hands to maintain order. The road from the prison to the execution ground was heavily guarded. City guards and soldiers and light cavalry captains could be seen everywhere in the third street and nine cities.
In the early morning, people flocked to the streets, and the vendors facing the street also prepared coarse porcelain sea bowls, waiting for the sensational murderer to come and come forward to give a bowl of broken-headed wine.
Just after the hour, the prison door behind the government gate of the Ministry of Criminal Justice suddenly opened. A wooden cage of more than one person was built on the ox cart. There was no driver in front of the car. The old cow pulling the cart took heavy steps, squeaked and walked slowly.
An elderly tavernkeeper squeezed to the front of the crowd and asked the captain who escorted the torture car to let him go and feed him a mouthful of wine.
When he trembled and ran behind the ox cart with a big bowl, bent down and looked carefully, he saw the murderer in the wooden cage spreading his head, hanging his head, and a snow-white new prisoner shirt wrapped around his thin body. Between breathing, the two bulges in front of his chest, followed the ups and downs.
"It's a girl!"
The old shopkeeper's words went away, and the people sighed one after another.
Who would have thought that the murderer who killed two court officials in a day was actually a woman!
In the sky, the ox cart drove into the execution ground, and the people watching the bustle were blocked from afar.
The wooden cage was opened, and the captains came forward to pull the woman out, tied her up, inserted a death row prisoner behead behind her, and then pushed it to a half-person-high crucifix.
The prison officer took the approval of the criminal department and went to the high platform, came to the woman, lifted her hair and took a look at her, then cleared his throat and said loudly, "Leng Xuanrong, the criminal, verify your identity!"
The woman's name was spread among the crowd. The prison officer frowned and looked at the prison paper in his hand and said in a low voice, "After investigation by the criminal, the criminal fled after the prime minister's mansion on the west street on September 23 of the eighth year. During the birthday banquet, he assassinated the prime minister and fled. On the same day, he sneaked into the official hall outside the imperial city and assassinated the governor of Wuming County. For the above crimes, the criminal department's government was ordered by the emperor, and according to the criminal law of Huangqi State, it was decided to be executed. Holy grace, allowing the criminal to speak in public before the execution, there are grievances to be redressed and grievances to be sued.
The cold wind roared, and Leng Xuanrong had a chill.
She slowly raised her head and stared at the prison officer with a pair of bloodshot eyes.
The crowd of onlookers shook, and the supervisor frowned more tightly when he saw this.
"Ceng Xuanrong, do you have any grievances?"
The appointed prisoner has to ask such a question before beheading, so that the prisoner is willing to show the emperor's holy light.
After the prison behead asked, he took a closer look at the sentence in his hand. The evidence of Leng Xuanrong's murder is conclusive, and she herself confessed in the lobby of the Criminal Division, which is no problem.
After confirming these, there was only one concern left.
He walked to Leng Xuanrong, squatted down and said to her in a low voice, "Miss Leng, you should be satisfied with your revenge. If you still have any unfulfilling wishes, as long as you can, you will definitely achieve them for you.
There was no brilliance in Leng Xuanrong's empty eyes. She looked at the prison officer coldly, her voice was hoarse, and she whispered, "The revenge is to revenge..." Then she picked up the corners of her mouth and smiled bitterly.
She is just a pawn in the hands of others. If no one wants to use her, how can she do such a thing with a female stream?
She killed those two people, but she couldn't get back the lives of Brother Yan Liang and her father!
The big revenge is avenged. Should she feel dead now?
Leng Xuanrong closed her eyes tightly and bit her lips fiercely. The bright red blood drops slid into her mouth along her lips, and the smell of blood filled her.
Her whole body trembled involuntarily.
unwilled.
She can also recall the faces of those who were killed by her own hands before they died.
The sobs of those people echoed in her ears.
The temperature of blood splashing on the body does not seem to have receded.
But none of this can compensate for the pain of her life, resurrect her closest people, and let alone make those grievances public.
There is no revenge at all. Now kneeling on the execution platform, Leng Xuanrong can only recall those pains and clenched her teeth fiercely.
unwilled.
Why is God so unfair? Why was she bullied by so many people? Why can she only watch the people she cares about die? Why does she cry alone? Why did it end up like this again?
unwilling!
The soul cannon sounded and shook the earth.
"The prince personally told you what happened after you. Cold girl, go with peace of mind.
After the prison officer said it, he returned to the execution platform.
The two executioners then went to the execution platform. One of them went forward and grabbed Leng Xuanrong's hair and pulled it forward fiercely, while the other picked up the cold steel knife.
The scalp was as painful as if it was going to be torn off, and Leng Xuanrong suddenly shouted loudly.
The sad voice resounded through the magic field, and the last voice of the death row prisoner echoed in the ears of the audience.
It hurts...
It hurts so much...
Why do you have to be tortured like this at the last minute!
Why!
The steel knife waved with a cold wind.
Leng Xuanrong shouted with all her strength.
Why!
Why!
......
"Xuanrong..."
"Xuanrong...Wake up...Xuanrong!"
A weak old voice sounded in my ears.
This familiar but distant voice...
"Xuanrong! Did you go to work yesterday? Where's the silver?
Leng Xuanrong tried to open his eyes, and in his blurred vision, a skinny figure shook in front of him.
The white-headed man seems to be looking for something anxiously...
For...what...
Ceng Xuanrong looked around blankly, the old man in front of him, under this bed, and this dilapidated old house...
Home......
Father...
The distant memory suddenly filled her mind. Leng Xuanrong turned over and sat up. Her eyes widened and she couldn't believe what she saw in front of her.
That man... is obviously his father! This is... obviously her home!
"Xuan Rong, where did you put the silver? Get some quickly!" My father looked through the old house and finally found nothing, so he had to shake his hand in front of Leng Xuanrong.
Leng Xuanrong looked at her father in a daze. She found her father's body in this old house, and then dragged her father's miserable body to the mass grave with the broken mat under her now.
"For...what..."
A crisp sound like a copper bell came from Leng Xuanrong's mouth, which shocked her.
The destruction of the years has long taken away all her beauty. Such a voice should not belong to her for a long time...
At this time, my father frowned and said bitterly, "How can I ask why? If he doesn't return the money he owed to Mr. Li in the West City a few days ago, I'm afraid he won't be able to forgive him. Xuanrong, this is the last time. You can take some money and give it back to your father.
What my father said was like a key, opening all the memories of Leng Xuanrong, and the scenes of that year poured into Leng Xuanrong's mind like a tide.
She understands.
A moment ago, she was still a death row prisoner on the execution ground, but now she is alive again!
I'm back...
She's back...
The coldness of the steel knife seems to stay between her neck, but she returned to the past.
Unconsciously, tears slid down the corners of his eyes.
The warm touch made Leng Xuanrong sure that it was not an illusion. She didn't know whether to be happy or worried.
Why didn't you die? Why did you come back?
Why...
The excitement in her heart was indescribable. She stood up and hugged her thin father and cried bitterly.
The father was overwhelmed by Leng Xuanrong's sudden burst of crying. He looked down at his daughter and suddenly realized that this daughter, who usually does housework and takes care of herself, is just a 15-year-old child.