Zhao Zhen was still dubious about what the demon said, and later asked about the gentleman's origins and his appearance.
Xuantian told everything he knew. In the end, he had nothing to say anymore, so he kept begging King Xiang for mercy.
Xuan Tian thought he could escape, but after Zhao Zhen heard all this, he just nodded slightly and said: "Pull it down."
"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."
Xuan Tian was a little confused, he didn't understand why.
Zhao Zhen didn't answer anything, just waved her hand, not even bothering to look at Xuan Tian.
The guards came forward and dragged Xuan Tian outside.
"Why!! Your Majesty! Why do you want to kill Pindao? Pindao has never lied, Your Majesty..."
Xuantian's screams continued to fade away, until no sound could be heard in the hall.
Even though Xuantian told everything he knew, it could not change his dying fate.
Zhao Zhen had already had murderous intentions when she thought of this so-called Si Tian Jian Zheng, so no matter how much Xuantian said, he would not take back his will in the end.
Just like damn.
Si Tianjianzheng, who had been in office for more than ten years, was eventually hanged in the east city of Shangjing City, and his tongue was cut out. It seemed that his tongue was cut out because his roar was too noisy.
Xuantian was hanged in the East Market, and his body was exposed for three days in accordance with the king's order. At the same time, Xuantian's crimes were posted on the notice in the East Market, the way of poisonous elixirs, deceiving the emperor, and the evil ways that caused chaos in the country.
"Damn the demon!"
"Good kill!"
However, only people from Beixiang saw this scene. Now that Daxiang is established, there are still many chaos that need to be dealt with in various places.
Although Zhao Zhen said he had destroyed Dajing, his main idea was to recruit peace. Those who obeyed would live in Daxiang as Jingren. As for the people left behind by Dajing, they needed to deal with the current mess before making any plans. Intend.
Zhao Zhen later thought about Xuantian's words carefully, and specially sent someone to Qiuyuefang to inquire about Mr. Chen.
But in the end, nothing was asked, and the Taoist temple Xuantian mentioned was already empty, with only a peach tree standing in the Taoist temple.
That night, Zhao Zhen looked at the letters lying aside.
He was still curious about the Immortal Immortal.
There are letters in the front and a Mr. Chen in the back.
This can't help but shake Zhao Zhen's long-held thoughts.
"Is there really an Immortal Immortal in this world..." Zhao Zhen murmured.
But after thinking for a long time, he finally shook his head and stopped thinking about these things.
Thinking about it, Yan Xun has already learned from his mistakes. Since he is the king, he should not talk about these illusory things.
In the rolling torrent, are there many kings who died because of the word "immortality"?
Zhao Zhen understood this truth and did not bother with the matter of the Immortal Immortal.
At this point, he is thousands of times stronger than Yan Xun.
…
Today, the Shangjing Prison contains the war criminals and officials left behind by Da Jing. Now that the country has been destroyed and the family is destroyed, they can only be called the remnants of Da Jing.
Those imprisoned in the prison included the pre-war generals, former officials of Dajing, and even students from the Hanlin Academy, totaling more than 300 people.
You can imagine what they are about to face.
Although Zhao Zhen could pardon the people, he would not let any of the officials and generals close to the central government go.
In that dank and dark prison.
Tong Zhihuan was sitting in the corner wearing prison uniform, his hair was messy, he was holding a mahogany tablet in his hand, and he remained silent.
"Is this wooden sign important to you?"
Tong Zhihuan heard the sound and looked aside.
The man next to him looked pale and was naked. There seemed to be a stab wound on his chest, which was wrapped in a cloth and had not yet healed.
He almost died. If the enemy's sword had been deflected a little further, he would no longer be in prison.
"Yes." Tong Zhihuan agreed.
The person next to him glanced at him and said, "Could it be a gift from my sweetheart?"
After hearing this, Tong Zhihuan said helplessly: "Is Chang Shaoqing still in the mood to ask these questions at this time?"
Chang Shan said calmly: "Those of us are bound to die in the end. If we think about it carefully, we might as well live more happily."
Although he did not die on the battlefield, the final result of being in prison is certain.
The change of dynasty is destined to kill many people.
Tong Zhihuan asked: "Isn't there anyone Chang Shaoqing cares about?"
Chang Shan thought for a moment and said, "Yes."
Tong Zhihuan asked in confusion: "Then you are still so open-minded?"
Chang Shan said: "What can I do if I can't think about it anymore?"
He turned to look at Tong Zhihuan and continued.
"Tomorrow is the day of execution, and I am destined to have trouble sleeping tonight."
On that battlefield, he had been between life and death several times, but now he has become much less optimistic about it.
"Stop talking about this."
Chang Shan waved his hand, turned to look at him and said, "Tell me about your wooden sign."
Tong Zhihuan came back to his senses, lowered his head and said: "I promised a girl before that I would go back to see her from time to time. Before leaving, she gave me this wooden sign. As a result, after I left for a few years, I Never went back again."
"It is indeed my sweetheart." Chang Shan said.
"It doesn't count..."
Tong Zhihuan thought for a moment, and he didn't know how to describe it. From the beginning to the end, he couldn't explain what kind of relationship he had with Miss Tao'er.
"What do you mean it doesn't count?"
Chang Shan stood up, but suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"hiss……"
Tong Zhihuan quickly helped him lie down and said, "You'd better not move around. If the wound is too severe, you might die in prison tonight."
Chang Shan just waved his hand and didn't care. He continued, "You can't figure out whether you like her or not, right?"
Tong Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, and then fell silent.
Seeing his silence, Chang Shan understood immediately. He reached out and patted Tong Zhihuan gently, and said nothing more.
He didn't understand the feelings and love in this world, so when talking about such things, he chose not to say anything.
Unexpectedly, a moment later.
Tong Zhihua, who was sitting aside, suddenly said: "I..."
"Um?"
Chang Shan looked at him and saw that he was about to speak but stopped.
Tong Zhihuan said, "I should like it."
"It should be?" Chang Shan asked.
Tong Zhihuan paused and then changed his words: "I like it."
After hearing this, Chang Shan said: "Doctor Tong seems a little dull."
Tong Zhihuan lowered his head and looked at the wooden sign. He laughed at himself and said, "Actually, I am sober, but when I talk about her, I always become dull. I didn't understand why before, until later. It was only then that I slowly thought about it."
He lowered his head and murmured: "It is only natural to like a girl."
After hearing this, Chang Shan paused and asked, "It's natural and right? Why do you say that?"
Tong Zhihuan shook his head but did not explain.
He put away the wooden sign and held it in his hand, not daring to let it go.
This is the thought that sustains him to this day.
