The rain in early autumn is getting heavier and heavier, splashes bloom on the ground, wet the clothes when it falls on the body, and it is extremely cold when it falls on the heart. The square in front of the imperial palace was completely shrouded in misty rain, and all that could be seen was a wet world.
All eyes were on the small wooden platform in the autumn rain, on the two people on the platform, there was a deathly silence around them, controlled by some kind of emotional infection, no one spoke, no one moved, Just looking at it like this, his eyes were concentrated on the stage through the heavy rain and fog.
Hundreds of imperial guards, masters of the inner court and ascetic monks of the Qing Temple were drenched by the rain nervously and solemnly, like stiff wooden figures.
In just a short time before, several people had already died in the hands of Mr. Fan. The most important thing was that the rain was falling so harshly that they didn't know what was shining in the eyes of the ninety-five supreme being on the head of the palace city. What color mood.
Yan Bingyun had already reacted from the shock when he first saw Fan Xian's figure, lowered his head, and began to prepare for what might happen next. He used a very low voice to order the most loyal subordinates around him, and these voices were covered up. In the rain, no one heard them, but a few Overwatch Council spies in ordinary clothes had already started to squeeze through the crowd towards the execution ground.
The officials and common people in the upper and lower parts of the imperial palace city were all stunned by the scene of Fan Xian coming in with his horse's hooves stepping on blood, drawing his sword in anger in the rain, and undressing the old man's body. The person who reacted first was He Zongwei, who had the highest status in the imperial palace and was in charge of prison.
When Fan Xian rode into the crowd, he had already reacted. With the fastest speed and the most inconspicuous movement, he quietly left the range of the small wooden platform and hid himself behind the officials and guards. behind them. Away from many masters, looking through those wet shoulder hats, watching Fan Xian on the small wooden platform hugging Chen Pingping's frail body lonely and sadly, a trace of complicated emotions flashed in He Zongwei's eyes, he just didn't want to It's all about death, but both the old and the young on the wooden platform must die.
There are still many people who don't want to die. At this time, Fan Xian on the wooden platform has a palpitating chill all over his body, which can't be suppressed by the cold autumn rain between heaven and earth. Everyone left subconsciously. wooden platform. Eunuch Yao had already retired to the team, he didn't want to be the next straw dog used by the young master to sacrifice to Chen Pingping.
There were several corpses scattered around the wooden platform, the blood was quickly diluted by the autumn rain, but the executioner of the Ministry of Justice who was trembling and holding a sharp knife became the nearest person under the wooden steps. He looked at Mr. Fan on the stage, and found that Mr. Fan lowered his head deeply, and held the old Dean Chen tightly in his arms. He seemed to be unable to perceive any other sounds in the world, and he was full of horror. Quietly retreated towards the wooden platform.
After only taking two steps back, the executioner's throat snapped, his head fell heavily into the rainwater, and the headless body also fell off the stage with a loud bang.
Everyone around was shocked and stared at the stage. Only those with extremely high cultivation levels could notice that Fan Xian's hand moved slightly at the moment before, and a black dagger flew out, and then fell into the rain.
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Fan Xian sat cross-legged on the wooden platform, under the eyes of everyone, but he didn't seem to feel any gaze at all. He just hugged Chen Pingping's body, buried his head very low, and let the rain fall from his head. The body is scattered, the back is slightly bent, and it looks extremely desolate.
The body of the old man in his arms is very light, holding him in his arms is like holding a cloud of wind, which may disperse at any time. Under the slightly messy hair, Fan Xian's pale face twitched slightly, subconsciously stretched out his hand, and grabbed Chen Pingping's cold and old hand, holding it tightly, never wanting to let go.
The old man has experienced a lot of suffering in this life. He has been disabled for half his life, and the blood in his body has already been exhausted. The blood pooled in one place unstoppably, and wet Fan Xian's black Overwatch Council official uniform covering him, making it a little sticky, a little hot, and a little hot.
In the autumn rain, Fan Xian gently hugged his thin body, fearing that it would hurt him again, and tightly held his cold hand, fearing that he would just leave.
"If you don't want to come back, who will let you come back? What are you dragging me to Dongyi City for?" Fan Xian whispered in a hoarse voice, his dry lips turned white from the rain, and a little peeling , looking very pitiful, "I have worked hard for whom these years, I just want you old guys to leave Kyoto and live a better life, I have been working hard..."
"You know I know everything." Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, leaning gently against the old man's wrinkled cheek, his body gently shaking in the rain, as if coaxing a baby in his arms. The old man sleeps.
The hand tightened suddenly, and the old man's hand firmly grasped Fan Xian's hand, but all the strength of his life could no longer hold even one hand tightly. I don't know if it was because of reluctance or fear, In this stormy sky, with blood on the ground, he wanted to hold onto something.
Like a knife slowly tearing his heart apart, Fan Xian looked at the old man in his arms with coldness and fear all over his body, knowing that the other party could no longer hold on, he subconsciously clenched that hand, even his fingers were tight. It started to turn white and started to ache.
Chen Pingping's muddy and scattered eyes moved slowly in the rain, saw the familiar palace, saw the rainy cloudy sky, saw the blurred figure of the emperor at the top of the palace, but couldn't see the face of that person clearly, and then He saw Fan Xian's face beside him. A smile flashed across the old man's cloudy but clear eyes.
The old man knew that he was going to leave the world he had lived in all his life, his eyes gradually dimmed, and he couldn't hear any sounds from the world, and the light in front of him gradually turned into some strange shapes.
At this moment, perhaps his legendary life flashed before his eyes like a slideshow, the little eunuch, Donghai, that woman, the Overwatch Council, the black knight, another woman, the dead, conspiracy, revenge, all kinds of things... All kinds of pictures flashed before his eyes, forming a white line that made people dare not look directly, but no one knew what he saw before he died, and what he most wanted to see.
—Is it the mud splashed during the fight in Prince Cheng's mansion? Is it a plum blossom in Taiping Bieyuan in winter? Is it the little fish swimming freely in the shallow pond in the backyard of the spooky building of the Founder of the Overwatch Council? Is it a touch of palace shirt in the mountains in the north? Or the little boy in Danzhou City who entrusted all his emotions and hopes for the rest of his life
In the sound of wind and rain, Chen Pingping suddenly heard some voices again, it was singing, it was graceful and familiar singing, it was singing that he had heard countless times in Chen Yuan. Those concubines are all beautiful, and those singing voices are all beautiful. The old man has been ups and downs in the dark all his life, but he has the most tender wish to collect and love the beautiful. If tragedy is to destroy the beauty of the world for others to see, then Chen Pingping is only destroying what he thinks is ugly and dirty in this life, devoting herself to the ugly and dirty, and then watching all beautiful things from afar.
"If I hear the sound of rain, who will be happy? I have climbed one mountain after another, and there are happy songs in the rain. I will be happy when I hear the singing..."
This is a song that the girls in Chen Yuan used to like very much, and it rang in Chen Pingping's ears again in the wind and rain. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at these people in this world, listening to this graceful voice , her bloodless lips moved slightly, as if she was singing along, but no sound came out.
Chen Pingping suddenly looked at Fan Xian and asked, "The box...?"
Fan Xian smiled very ugly, and said in the old man's ear, "It's a gun, a firearm that can kill people from a long distance."
This was probably Chen Pingping's last question in this life, so he asked it at the last moment. Hearing Fan Xian's answer, the old man's eyes shone slightly, as if he hadn't expected it to be the answer. He was a little surprised, but also a little relieved. There was a huh-hoo in his throat, and he was panting quickly. A ruthless and proud look appeared on his face. Look said:
"This... stuff... I... have it too."
Fan Xian didn't say anything, just sat in the autumn rain, gently hugging him, shaking his head gently, feeling that the old body in his arms was getting softer and softer, but the old palm tightly held in his palm was It's getting colder and colder, until at the end, there is no temperature anymore.
Chen Pingping died, in the autumn rain, in the arms of the little boy he cherished the most. Before he died, he knew the truth about the box, and he still had a gloomy, arrogant and arrogant expression on his face.
Fan Xian hugged his gradually cold body in a numb manner, lowered his head and whispered something softly against the old man's cold face, and suddenly felt that the wind and rain all over the sky were like knives cutting his body, causing him extreme pain , Unbearable, this pain erupted from his heart, moving forward to every inch of skin, like Ling Chi, and finally exploded out.
On the small wooden platform in the autumn rain, a loud cry burst out suddenly, the crying was heartbreaking, the crying was tearing the liver and the lungs, the crying was so desolate that the autumn rain dared not fall, and thousands of people could not bear to listen to the crying...
In the twenty years since his rebirth, Fan Xian has never cried. Even when his eyes were wet a few times, he forcefully suppressed them. No one in this world has ever seen him cry, and no one has ever seen him cry so thoroughly, so sad, and all his emotions were released in this loud cry.
The tears could not blur his face, but only washed away the dust left on his face, which even the autumn rain could not wash away.
Just as the autumn rain couldn't stop, neither could the tears, and just like that, endless sadness welled up in his eyes.
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The mournful cry on the small wooden platform in the execution ground penetrated the autumn wind and rain, spread to every corner of the palace, pierced into everyone's ears, and made countless people's hearts feel sad and cold .
However, this sound fell in the ears of some people, but it aroused strong fear, and it was a clear signal besides that.
Dean Chen finally died.
I don't know if anyone is secretly rejoicing or heaving a sigh of relief because of this fact, but none of the officials in the storm showed any emotion on their faces, and sadness may have flashed in some eyes. However, more of it is to maintain awe and a little nervousness, and to return the faint sense of bewilderment in my heart.
One of the pillars of the Daqing Dynasty was broken in this way. Those civil servants who had been oppressed by the dark Overwatch Council for decades were a little bit suffocated. The civil servants who were in the midst of disputes in the court suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. The ancestor of the Overwatch Council died like this? They seemed to be unable to accept this fact for a while, because in their eyes, it seemed that this terrifying figure covered in black mist would never die.
Countless people thought of countless pictures because of Chen Pingping's death. Regarding the pictures of Qing Guo in the past few decades, no one dared to deny Chen Pingping's achievements for Qing Guo. In this long scroll of history, those used to The thick black ink dots are this person and the Overwatch Council built by this person. Without this ink blob, how can this long scroll have any spirit
When Fan Xian's cry pierced through the wind and rain and arrived at the top of the high palace, no one noticed that His Majesty the Qing Emperor, who was dressed in a dragon robe and looked royal, made an extremely subtle movement. The body moved forward slightly, only about the distance of two fingers. After a while, His Majesty the Emperor forcefully straightened his waist again, and kept the distance between his ruthless face and the blood-smelling training ground in the rain again. initial distance.
No one must have noticed that His Majesty's hands hidden in the sleeves of the dragon robe were slowly clenched.
At this moment, watching his old partner and servant who had followed him for decades die, the old guy who watched him grow from an insignificant son to the most dazzling and powerful man in the world died resolutely like this , What is the emperor thinking? How do you feel? Is it a kind of emptiness that comes from the deepest part, or a kind of anger that even he can't explain clearly, and he doesn't know where it comes from
Yan Bingyun at the head of the imperial palace lowered his head deeply, lower than all the officials around him. His body was facing the direction of the execution ground. Through the rain curtain, he could still see Mr. Fan hugging The old dean's corpse looked indifferent, his body trembled slightly, and he thought of those words that the old dean had said to himself in that square building of the Overwatch Council some time ago.
One day, I will die and Fan Xian will go crazy...
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Yan Bingyun suddenly raised his head, took a deep breath, wiped off the rain on his face, and continued to secretly issue orders to all parties. There is a minimal range of possible crazy compression. Of course, Yan Bingyun hoped that none of this would happen.
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After the person died, although the punishment of Ling Chi had not been completely completed, and the executioner had been cut in half by Fan Xian's grievance, there was no need to continue it. The autumn rain was still falling in such a bewildering manner, but no one left in the square in front of the palace. It seemed that everyone knew what might happen next.
The ascetic monks surrounding the execution ground slowly approached the small wooden platform. The hats on their heads covered the rainwater falling from the sky, and also covered up the original expressions on their faces. Fan Xian didn't seem to be able to sense the danger off the stage, but he just sat on the wooden platform unconsciously, still holding Chen Pingping's body and didn't let it go.
The tears had mixed with the rain and gradually subsided. Fan Xian stood up suddenly, but his body was shaking a little. It seemed that he had exhausted himself to the extreme after running thousands of miles for several days and nights. The anger and sadness in his heart were signs of exhaustion in his mind.
However, the figure in the rain on the wooden platform swayed, which shocked the people around the wooden platform, and subconsciously stepped back half a body.
Fan Xian held Chen Pingping's body indifferently and walked down the wooden platform without even looking at these people, as if these people just didn't exist.
And these people surrounded the wooden platform, waiting for the order of the ninety-five supreme being in the palace.
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His Majesty the Emperor looked at the scene under the imperial city with a pale complexion, and extremely complicated emotions flashed in his deep eyes. From the beginning of the Hanging Temple incident, his appreciation of Fan Xian was based on the fact that this son is a serious lover. Although he didn't expect Fan Xian to be able to rush back today, he didn't find it strange when he saw this scene.
Even our emperor is not worried. In his heart, he thinks that Anzhi is a poor child who was deceived by Chen Pingping, an old black dog. Probably Anzhi still doesn't know how much Chen Pingping wants to kill him. Killing all my sons, I want to cut off my descendants... But when he looked at Fan Xian's desolate figure, the emperor couldn't help but feel a little sad and angry. However, he still easily took away the heart of his most beloved son.
Like that woman who has been dead for many years.
The emperor was silent for a long time, and the injury that he had been forcibly restrained gradually split open due to the agitation of his mind. Blood seeped from his chest and abdomen to the outer dragon robe, which was particularly shocking.
With a flick of his sleeves, he left the palace with an indifferent expression.
Under the palace, Fan Xian hugged Chen Pingping's body, left the small wooden platform drenched in rain and blood, and walked towards the west of the square. Take a look over your head.
His Majesty had already left, and no one in this world dared to stand in front of Fan Xian. Everyone subconsciously made way for him. The crowd was like the sea being cut by a sword. The waves gradually rose, parting a road where rocks could be seen.
In the rain, Fan Xian left with Chen Pingping in his arms.
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(Who is a great hero, and how can he be called a hero? This is a question that everyone has a different opinion. In this story, all people who can be loyal to their own ideas are actually great characters, just to see if they are willing to contribute to this idea. How much you give. If you can give a lot, it will be shocking enough, especially this Xiongzi, which is actually only about Xiongqi, and nothing else is involved.
With regard to men, one cannot be called a man unless one has penis, and mental impotence is actually not acceptable. Although Chen Pingping is an eunuch, he is actually an idealist, a simple person, a... man with a gun.
He was more manly than most men. The last sentence he said, "I have that thing too"...is my opinion of Chen Pingping since I conceived this story.
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