Mrs. Duan stared at her for a moment, nodded, then gritted her teeth and held back her tears. She raised her eyebrows and said, "On this last journey, Jingying will escort the empress!"
She pulled her horse and walked by Xuanji's side, when Zhang Jin saw her with a big belly, she seemed to be about to give birth. He couldn't hear what the two of them said at the end, but Mrs. Duan's previous words shocked him.
The crowd was still surging, and the people of the imperial capital did not know what happened. When they saw Madam Duan, who was pregnant with Liujia, her face was like frost protecting the evildoer of the country, they were all surprised and pale, but they did not dare to rashly throw the good thing in her hand.
execution ground.
Surrounded by a sea of people. Inside and outside the execution ground, the Imperial Guards were listed in a mighty and imposing manner.
In the field, the axe, the chopping block were prepared, and Ling Ling flashed a cold light, making people horrified. Two tall executioners with gloomy faces stood beside the guillotine.
The prison cart was everywhere, and Zhang Jin was pulled outside by the guards.
The official of the supervisory team whispered: "Madam is pregnant, and the execution ground is bloody, Madam, please come back."
"Thank you for your kindness, my concubine is here to say goodbye to the empress, and I'm not going anywhere." Madam Duan raised her eyebrows, slapped her whip slightly, and pulled a whip flower in the air, with an aura like a rainbow. The soldiers were immediately scared back a few steps.
She also didn't let others touch Xuanji, and reached out to help Xuanji out of the prison car.
The two had a deep relationship with each other, Xuanji knew the woman's temperament, and didn't say more, the two looked at each other and smiled.
The pain from the tearing of her head and abdomen caused her to stagger under her feet. Madam Duan was taken aback and put her hand under her buttocks and said, "Madame, Jingying hugs you."
Xuanji reprimanded, "If there is an emergency for the child, I guess Yuhuan won't burn clothes for me. Do you want me to go underground and be poor?"
Madam Duan laughed, and then lost her voice, "Are you bleeding?"
She almost shattered a row of silver teeth, but she saw Xuanji staring at the official standing on the stage with his hands behind his back.
There are three seats on the stage.
He didn't take his seat, and the two officials who escorted the prison van only followed him respectfully. The official was standing with his back to them, but then he turned around, about sixty years old, with a cold expression on his face.
"The concubine Xuanji has seen the Dali Temple Lord Qinglin." Xuanji owes her a blessing.
The Dali Siqing sneered, "Don't dare."
Madam Duan said, "Niangniang, why do you care about that person?"
Xuanji said lightly: "This Lord Lin Sizheng used to be the emperor's mentor. This ceremony cannot be abandoned."
Madam Duan grieved in her heart, and whispered, "What's the trouble with you?"
"Etiquette and shame, what do you know about this evil obstacle? If there is a father, there must be a daughter." Lin Sizheng scolded with a flick of his sleeve.
At this time, the onlookers began to crowd inward, their voices excited and angry.
"Kill her to death! Kill Nian Xuanji!"