Chapter 723: The Decree in the Snow

Zhou Tong struggled to crawl in the snow, gurgled in his throat, and finally turned into a weak, crying cry.
"Save me... who will save me..."
Previously, his tragedy and wailing were somewhat camouflaged. However, from the underground prison to the sun-drenched courtyard, to the snow-covered long street, he kept running away and chasing hope, but he was repeatedly disappointed. The that was destroyed by the flood generally collapsed
He cried in pain, the blood on his face was washed away by old tears, and then condensed by the cold wind, turned into a paste-like shell, which was very ugly.
His cry was like a night owl, and it was hard to hear the extreme.
As the most famous cool official, Zhou Tong has never forgiven this world, has been kind to this world, saved this world once, then this world is naturally absolutely cold for him, he will not forgive him, nor Someone will come to rescue him, the lights on Ping'an Road gradually go away, and his road is dark.
Several mansions are still open, and the closest to Zhoutong is Zhongshan Wangfu. In the depths of the Wang Mansion, the King of Zhongshan sat on a chair, holding a frozen pear in his hand. Recalling the miserable appearance of Zhou Tong in front of the Wang Mansion, he felt happy and happy, but this pear was also sweet.
An official of the royal palace stopped and said: "The subordinate always feels wrong."
"What's wrong? I have long wanted to smash this old dog to pieces."
The King of Zhongshan was silent for a moment, and said: "And Mo Yu makes sense, no matter whether it is sentimental or not, I can live to this day, it is grace."
This official was very surprised, but did not expect that the prince was really moved by Mo Yu's words.
You have to know that among the princes who have scattered in various states and counties in recent years, the most tragic situation is the King Zhongshan. Compared with the sideline princes who were poisoned to death, he did survive, but he was forced to eat
Shit pretends to be crazy... ...This is a more terrible encounter than death.
"Is delicious? Of course it's not delicious, but have you ever thought that woman could force me to eat it? Shit, don't you know that I'm pretending to be crazy?"
Zhongshan Wang said with a blank expression: "Of course she knew I was pretending to be crazy. The reason why she didn't break is because she likes to watch me eat
shit, but at least, she didn't let me die, compared with death, eat
What is it? Which of us born in the family of the emperor didn’t eat
the ability to shit?"
For more than ten royal palaces, the gate was closed for different reasons, and Zhou Tong was blocked outside.
The most stern and timid King Lou Yang hid in the deepest part of the three-layer bedding. While worrying about the safety of the acquaintance Mo Yu, he quietly said Zhou Tong's bad things in his heart.
The oldest and most powerful prime minister, today, is not in the palace at all.
The door of Xiangwang Mansion opened, and the young Chen Liuwang stood in the light, his expression calm, and there was some worry in his eyebrows.
Zhou Tong crawled over the snow, and Mo Yu then came over.
Chen Liuwang ignored Zhou Tong and said to Mo Yu, "It's almost done."
Mo Yu ignored him and continued to hold the sword as a whip to rush forward Zhou Tong, covered in blood.
At the end of Ping'an Road is a large courtyard with a very large area. The decoration is extraordinarily exquisite and luxurious, and even the newly-built Xiangwang Mansion cannot be reached.
This is the Tianhai family. In these two hundred years, the entire mainland has been the most powerful family. The big figures of the Tianhai family, such as the patriarch Tianhai Chengwu and several elders, will naturally not stay in Kyoto at such a sensitive time tonight, and have already gone to the manor in Beijing suburbs.
The door was open and the lights were bright, Tianhai Shengxue was standing under the light, and Baiyi Shengxue.
Zhou Tong crawled through the snow in front of the door and glanced at him, his eyes grudged, but no matter whether it was for help or insult, he had no strength to say it.
A string of silver bell-like laughter sounded, and then gradually became crying.
Princess Pingguo was caught behind by Tianhai Shengxue.
After the palace change, she was taken back by the Tianhai family. It is said that after a while, she might marry Chen Liuwang.
Looking at Zhou Tong struggling to crawl in the snow, she smiled a little crazy, tears all over her pretty face.
"You look like a dog today!"
She shouted to Zhou Tong, again like a curse.
Tianhai Shengxue didn't stop her, but just wrapped her shoulders, not letting her go to Zhou Tong with impulse.
He looked at Mo Yu, covered in blood, and said very seriously, "It's almost done."
This has the same meaning as Chen Liuwang's sentence.
Mo Yu was the object that the imperial court must capture, ranking first.
Mo Yu still didn't speak. She returned to Kyoto and never thought of leaving alive.
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Zhou Tong had lost his mind, and even despair and anger had withdrawn from his consciousness. At the last moment, there was only one doubt.
Why is there no one to save yourself? The Dean of the Chamber of Commerce only needs to move his finger to make me survive. Why am I dying?
Just like those giant beasts on the northern snowfield, when they sense the checkmate, they often go to the most familiar place subconsciously, waiting for the arrival of death.
For Zhou Tong, the place he is most familiar with is of course the small courtyard in Beibing Masi Hutong, so he is going there.
In fact, it was very close to Ping'an Road. When Xue Fu set up the sacrifice, he could drive his subordinates over so quickly because of this.
Just to climb over the snow-covered street, this road will become very long, not to mention, Jianguang will still light up behind him from time to time.
Mo Yu still wields his sword from time to time. Every time the sword falls, a piece of meat will be cut from Zhou Tong's body.
Zhou Tong's blood was about to run out, and the screams were getting weaker and weaker, until he heard nothing, just like an ignorant, unconscious woodman crawling on the snow.
The crowd of onlookers appeared on both sides of the street. They looked at Zhou Tong covered in blood, kept being cut and humiliated. After the initial shock, it became some kind of extreme pleasure, even Mo Yu waved it every time. When the sword cuts a piece of meat next week, it will usher in a cheer from the crowd.
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There is still light snow falling in the sky, and there are already stars in the night sky to the west.
The ground of the courtyard in the alley of Beibingmasi has been destroyed, and it has been cut into countless fragments by countless sharp swords.
Zhou Yu was truly destroyed, whether it was a building on the ground or a dungeon, or those cells hidden deepest in the ground, all of which showed their true appearance.
The torture tools covered with blood and human fragments, the broken limbs and corpses form a human purgatory.
Xue He opened the doors of all the cells in advance, and the lighter wounded prisoners fled, leaving only those prisoners who were seriously injured and were about to die.
Those prisoners who have suffered from numerous tortures are the most direct proof of this human hell.
The starlight was scattered on Zhou Yu, and the divine beauty and purity were in sharp contrast with the bloody, dirty and ugly.
There was silence.
Druid and the military masters were murderous, and the assassins in the Tianji Pavilion were extremely poisonous, but they had never seen such a miserable situation. Even the officials of the Qing Dynasty officials looked at the blood-stained cell and the strange shape. The torture tool also felt a little disgusting, obviously they had seen it many times at ordinary times, and had tortured it numerous times in person.
Or it is because these and ugly pictures have never been exposed to the sky like before.
No trace of Zhou Tong was found.
There was a lot of noisy sound outside the courtyard, but there was also a strange sense of quietness.
Chen Changsheng was covered in blood, and he didn't know whether it was his own or someone else's.
He walked out of the courtyard, all the swords had been sheathed, but no one stopped him.
There were people everywhere on the street, and there was only a space in the middle.
Zhou Tong was lying on the snow, dying, there were wounds all over his body, and no one could count the number. It was not an exaggeration to say that he had suffered a lot.
Chen Changsheng walked to him.
Zhou Tong glanced up at him with extreme difficulty, and actually recognized who he was, and gave birth to his last hope.
In his view, Chen Changsheng must hate himself very much, otherwise it is impossible to kill himself with such a heart.
He is not afraid that Chen Changsheng hates himself, but that Chen Changsheng does not hate enough.
He firmly believed that he knew the hearts of people very well, and the more he hated, the more he did not want the enemy to die.
Come on, cut me a few more knives, torture me, humiliate me, castrate me, feed me lard, raise me to the ugliest fat man, and squeeze my oil out to light up!
Any way, as long as you don’t kill me on the spot.
I beg you.
I don't know if I heard Zhou Tong's heart, Chen Changsheng pulled out his sword.
There is no humiliation or torture, no cold revenge, just a clear sword light, clean killing intention.
With a snort, a thin blood line appeared on Zhou Tong's neck, and then spread quickly and widened, eventually separating his head from his body.
Zhou Tong is dead, his eyes are open, very confused.
Probably puzzled, why is it so simple?
Chen Changsheng didn't look at Zhou Tong's body again, walked to Mo Yu and said, "You are here."
Mo Yu said: "Yes, I'm here."
Feeling a little tired, she sat directly on the snow.
Chen Changsheng also felt a little tired, sitting on the snow, beside her.
The shadow of the street corner fluctuated slightly, and the folded sleeves appeared, and he was also very tired, but he did not sit in the snow because he knew that there would be fighting next.
The ground shook, the snow was loose, and the hoof sounded like wind and rain.
Hundreds of riders of Xuanjia Yulin came to the field.
Xiaode and other court masters separated around.
More than a dozen Tsing Yi Taoist priests came here sometime, unpredictably.
Suddenly, hoofing sounded again, and a young came by horse, holding a bright yellow edict.
The imperial edict naturally came from the palace.
The announced in public Zhou Tong's guilt, totaling 22 articles.
The 22 counts were counted afterwards. At that time, no one could remember something too specific.
Everyone was in shock, whether they were officials of the Qing officials or generals of the Yulin Army.
Chen Changsheng did not remember the scene at that time.
He only remembered that the little eunuch's voice was a little sharp and a little erratic, from time to time and far away. In short, it didn't seem to be true.
He still vaguely remembered that Ling Chi seemed to be mentioned at the end of the Decree.
It's just that Zhou Tong at this time has turned into a corpse with flesh and two broken heads on the snow.
There is no way to thank.
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(One, I wish you all a happy new year, the whole family is in good health, and everything goes well. Second, this chapter is very cool. Third, I haven’t asked for a monthly pass this year. There is only one hour left today. Let me help you vote. Of course, next year will continue to be free of votes. It will take this hour. Fourth, the chapter name of this chapter is good today. When I wrote it, I suddenly thought that the sword in the snow is ok...)
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