When Prince Xin Wanyan Yuan and Prince Deng Wanyan Chala were taken to the capital, it was already the end of November. Huining City was sealed off by heavy white snow. In the cold prison of the Ministry of Punishment, Yuan and Chala looked unkempt. Wearing a thin prison uniform, he sat on the ground with scars all over his body. .
In the prison opposite, Wanyan Chala's two young sons - twelve-year-old Aleng and ten-year-old Tareng - were imprisoned.
The two brothers, Yuan and Zha La, have been guarding the territory all year round. They only yearn for the green fields and green mountains in the south. They don't care about their power and status. But now they are about to be executed by their brothers for trumped-up treason. The brotherhood in this is indeed It's sad.
Wan Yanyuan's feet were cracked by the frost, and the scars on his cheeks were glowing with blood. His hands were heavily shackles, and the dry and cracked skin had long since lost any color, with dead skin and bruises everywhere.
He sat quietly on the straw pile, looking at Chara who was curled up in the corner and shivering.
Looking at the two young children opposite, they had been tortured to a state of deformation by several days of purgatory torture. On a snowy day, the two of them hugged each other in embarrassment to keep warm.
"He didn't let me go in the end!" Wan Yanyuan said with tears in his eyes, opening his cracked lips and murmuring feebly.
"Brother Wang, we are indeed unjust! The two of us have never been interested in power and like ordinary lives. Now...now we are going to be punished for treason, Brother Wang..." Zha La dragged his scarred body in embarrassment. Climb over and cry.
"No need to say more, the lonely king has had enough of walking on thin ice for more than ten years, it would be better to die a happy death!" Wan Yanyuan was unusually calm, looking up to the sky and sighing.
"I have been dead for a hundred years, but my two sons... they are still so young," Zha La's sad figure trembled, and the sound of crying pierced Yuan's kind heart.
"I still don't know where the imperial concubine and the ladies are? Are they safe? Have they been...occupied?"
"I'm such a waste, a waste! I can't even protect my wife and children,"
Zha La looked up to the sky and screamed, stood up unsteadily, looked at the two young boys sleeping huddled in the corner opposite, and shed tears.
"My son! In the next life, don't be reincarnated as your father's son. Instead, be a light goose, free and easy!"
After saying that, he rushed towards the cold wall with all his strength, knocked down a layer of dust, and ended his young life. His tortured and scarred body slipped from the wall and fell in the dark corner.
Wan Yanyuan caught a glimpse of him dying angrily from the corner of his eye. He closed his eyes lightly, clenched his fists, and endured the pain. A moment later, jailers dragged his body away. He looked very ferocious, his eyes were covered with red threads, and he had never closed his eyes.
When he looked up again, the two children he had checked were still sleeping soundly. Although they were in a miserable state, they slept very soundly.
"Your Majesty!"
A familiar oriole warble echoed in the prison. Two halberd-bearers walked in front of a woman wearing a linen cloak. The woman turned her head, revealed a haggard face, and cried to him: "Langjun!"
This is none other than Samao, the concubine of Xu State.
The halberd bearer opened the prison lock and shouted to her impatiently: "Hurry up, come out as soon as you're done!"
She took off her cloak and went in, took out the biscuits wrapped in paper in her arms, glanced at the blood on the wall, and shouted with a choked voice: "Your Majesty! I made this with my own hands!"
Wan Yanyuan took the cake and put it on the table. He looked away and said, "What are you doing here now? Go back quickly."
Samao shed tears and wiped away the red tears.
"Mr. Husband, I am with you in life and death!"
Wan Yanyuan looked at the bruises on her arms, and after hearing what she said, he suddenly hugged her into his arms and cried bitterly.
"Samao, I'm sorry, the lonely king shouldn't have beaten and scolded you before!"
Samao held up his scarred cheek, stroked his stubble and said, "I know the king misunderstood me, but Samao really has only loved the king since childhood!"
"From the age of ten to now, I have never changed in these years!"
She hugged him, combed her fingers through his dirty hair, and held his hand in hers.
"Samao, how are you?
Okay, are you and your siblings okay? "
"A few of us have been imprisoned in the North Palace by the emperor. We are not in danger for our lives for the time being. I went to beg the Queen today to see my husband. I am afraid that he will be worried!" She was choked with sobs and could not speak, her two breasts were red from the cold. She held his big hands in her palms.
"If nothing happens, it will be fine. If nothing happens, the king will leave with peace of mind."
"Your Majesty!" She looked at him with tearful eyes, feeling very sad for a moment.
Then he put his hand on his belly, cried and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, I am already three months pregnant, and we have our own child!"
"really?"
For Wan Yanyuan, this seemed to be the last light in the darkness. He touched her round belly tremblingly: "The lonely king is going to be a father!"
"Yes, our child..." She looked at him with tears in her eyes.
"It's a pity that the lonely king can't see him being born, so he has to leave!"
"Mr. Lang, I am trapped in the palace now and cannot give birth to him. I hope the king will allow me, mother and son, to follow the king! Otherwise, I will be tortured even if I give birth to him!"
He held her hands again and shook his head: "No, Samao, you must live. You must live to give birth to our child! Give birth to him."
His rough voice was too deep to speak, and it echoed in her cold ears for a long time.
"But the emperor will not let me go just like this. He will definitely accept me..."
"Samao, you have to live no matter what. For the sake of our child, even if you send him to an ordinary person's home, that's fine, that's fine! He is the hope of the lonely king!"
"Okay, I promise you! I promise to give birth to him."
"I am a coward and cannot protect you and your child. You must be strong and put your life first in everything. Don't be afraid or sad. The Lone King will always be by your side!"
The two halberd-holders outside the door looked at each other and urged: "Okay, let's go!"
Sa Mao cried heartbreakingly, held his cheeks, and kissed him on the forehead: "Mr. Lang, I love you! I promise you that I will give birth to the child, and I will raise him to become a man." Someone like his father!"
She cried and held his hand, tears of parting falling on his palm. This pain was far worse than the pain of having her bones removed and her heart cut. King Xun dropped her hand and said to her with red tears, "Samao! Live well."
"Mr. Lang!" Her sad cry echoed in the prison. The two children opposite were awakened in a blur and crawled to the railing to cry.
"Aunt Wang, aunt! How are my aunt and the others doing? Are my sister and the others okay?"
The two young boys crawled over in fear and called Samao, banging on the wooden stakes desperately, but she was already led away by the jailer.
Wan Yanyuan opened the paper package on the table, looked at the pancake with vegetables and smiled, then suddenly started gobbling it up, stuffing it whole into his mouth, chewing it painfully before swallowing it.
This was his last meal, cooked by his wife herself, and he thought it was better than anything delicious in the world.
In the afternoon, he was about to kill the rebels at the entrance of the market, but Wanyanyong felt extremely uncomfortable. He sat on the corridor of his mansion, stroking his chest, with tears in his eyes. The north wind outside the corridor was miserable, and pieces of white snow fell on his velvet hat. , getting his clothes wet.
"Your Majesty! Come and put it on, don't freeze!" Mingxuan took a thick plush cloak and put it on him. Qingya stood in front of him without saying a word and looked at her. Qinli also rushed over, holding her belly.
He raised his head with red eyes and stopped his wife's hand with one hand: "No need, the lonely king is not cold!"
"Your Majesty, don't freeze!" Mingxuan said again.
He shook his head again to indicate no, and she gave up.
He stood up and walked in front of Qingya, raised her chin, and moved her Adam's apple slightly: "Why are you so stubborn now? Did you see Wan Yanliang doing evil? Do you want to see how King Xun was executed? Take a look. How they were driven out and killed!"
She turned her head away with a red look: "I won't go!"
He grabbed her hand and left immediately: "You must go and see your good lover kill someone, see what his face is like, and see if he is a human or a ghost!"
"I'm not going!" she cried
Leave your hands down.
"Your Majesty, please calm down!" The imperial concubine came to persuade him, but he stopped her again.
"I'm not going!" She turned to leave.
"You have to go!" He simply picked her up and rushed out of the corridor.
"Your Majesty!"
Xiang Ling called him sourly, but she didn't see him turning around and walked away stubbornly.
When they arrived at the execution ground at Shikou, Wan Yanyuan and the two teenagers had already been brought up. The three of them were kneeling in the heavy snow, wearing prison uniforms and prison warrants. There were three "dragon head guillotines" in front of them.
There were countless people watching around, and there were also many court officials.
The emperor drove a carriage, and in the carriage sat Samao, who was crying heartbrokenly.
Wan Yanliang, in order to see this grand plan, also set up a chair on a high-rise building, and drank tea comfortably while watching this "grand scene".
Wanyanyong dragged Qingya up to the same building and stood on a high place looking at the tragic situation on the execution ground.
He held her shoulders and pointed downwards, saying with red eyes: "See for yourself, look! Which of those two boys is not younger than you? Which one is not yearning for love and beauty like you? Huh?" Li Qingya, please open your eyes and take a look!"
He pointed to the carriage lane below again: "Did you see it? That's the emperor's carriage. The emperor has occupied Samao. Do you know how helpless Samao is? Watching her husband being killed while pregnant, is that? Do you understand how painful it is?"
"This is all caused by Wan Yanliang. It's all him. He framed the two emperor's brothers and ruined their family! This is all his doing! Open your eyes and see!"
Qingya cried, looking tremblingly at the snowy execution ground.
The executioner was sitting in front, dropped a piece of wooden armor and called out: "The auspicious time has come, behead him!"
The executioner held the three people on the guillotine, and the two young boys in the back cried out, remembering their father and mother. The scene was tragic for a time.
Inside the horse carriage, Sa Mao lifted up the curtain and looked at her husband Wan Yanyuan affectionately. He looked at her with a silly smile, revealing two shallow dimples just like when he first met her. At this moment, the executioner pressed down the guillotine, and the execution ground suddenly flowed into a river of blood and was soaked in white snow.
At this moment, Wan Yanyong turned around and held Qing Ya in his arms, burying her forehead on his chest.
"Langjun! Langjun!" Samao in the imperial carriage cried, trying to rush out.
"Sa Mao, you can't go!" The emperor pulled her.
But how could she bear the pain of losing her husband? She held her belly and walked down the carriage, crying and walking forward. The emperor's guards stopped her with a long halberd, so she leaned on the iron halberd and knelt on the snow. He cried hoarsely and finally passed out in the snow.
The emperor personally carried her back to the horse.
Qingya buried herself in his chest and sobbed and asked again: "Didn't you let me see it? I want to see it clearly!"
He held her tightly in his arms, looked up to the sky and swallowed his tears and said: "I don't know about you, the lonely king. When you were a child, you were afraid when you saw others killing chickens, let alone killing people!"
After hearing this, she cried harder in his arms. Her hands got into his warm cloak and hugged him. Under his constant caressing, she calmed down a little, and he took her hand and left. , the north wind came sadly, he lifted up his cloak to cover her from the snow, and the two of them drifted away.
Wan Yanliang, who had been sitting for a long time not far away, looked at this scene and felt even more uncomfortable...
"Wan Yanliang, I don't love you anymore!" This was her painful decision.
