687 Sending Off Chen Pingping In The Rain (1/2)
The auturound, it sent out ripples Landing on the body, it wet one's clothing Landing on the heart, it felt incomparably cold The square in front of the Royal Palace had been completely enveloped by a misty rain All that could be seen was a wet landscape
Everyone's gaze was focused on the se Controlled and infected by some kind of e their gaze through the heavy rain and fog on the stage
Hundreds and thousands of imperial soldiers, internal court aces, and those Ascetic Monks of the Qing Temple, just stood tensely and sternly in the rain, like frozen wooden people
In just a moment, a number of people had died in Sir Fan junior's hands With such bitingly cold rain, they did not knohat eh up on the city wall
Yan Bingyun had already coure Lowering his head, he began tohat could happen next In a low voice, he gave orders to the most loyal subordinate at his side The noise was covered by the rain, so no one heard hi norh the croard the direction of the execution field
Above and below the city walls, all the officials and coh the rain, drawing his sith anger, and opening his clothing to cover up the old hest position below the Royal Palace and was responsible for supervising the execution, He Zongwei
When Fan Xian rode into the sea of people, he had already reacted Moving as fast as possible and with the least noticeable e and hid behind the officials and guards Separated by h the wet shoulders and straw hats to see Fan Xian on the s's weak body, alone and wretched A cowei's eyes He didn't want to die, but he had to e died
There were many people who did not want to die At this ti coldness emanated from Fan Xian's body that could not be suppressed even by the biting cold autumn rain Everyone had unconsciously shi+fted away fro retreated into the crowd He did not want to beco
A few bodies lay scattered around the wooden stage The blood quickly lost its color as it ashed by the autu the sharp little knife was now the closest person to the wooden stage He looked at Sir Fan junior on the stage and saw that he had his head bowed deeply and was holding old Director Chen tightly in his arms It was as if he couldn't hear any other sound in the world Filled with astonishe
He had only taken two steps back when the executioner's neck broke with a crack His head landed heavily in the rainwater His headless body also fell beneath the stage and landed with a loud thud
Everyone looked at the stage Only those with high cultivations were able to notice that, a htly and a black dagger had flown out and landed in the rain
Fan Xian sat cross-legged on the wooden stage under the eyes of tens of thousands of people It was as if he couldn't feel any of the gazes He only held Chen Pingping's body and buried his head down very low, allowing the rainwater to roll off his head and body His back was slightly bent He looked very desolate
The weight of the olda bundle of wind that could be bloay at any htly htly He unconsciously extended his hand to hold onto Chen Pingping's old and icy hand He held it tightly, unwilling to let go ever again
The old man had experienced countless bitterness in his life He had been crippled for half his life The life force in his body had long been exhausted When he was being cut, each stroke of the knife had, other than pain, produced very little blood After the torment of so h the black Overwatch Council robe Fan Xian had thrown over his body It was slightly sticky, hot, and burning to the touch
In the autuently held his thin body, terrified of hurting hihtly to his icy hands, terrified he would just go like this
”If you didn't want to coyi for so long?” Fan Xian said in a low and raspy voice His dry lips had turned white in the rain The skin was peeling slightly He looked very pitiful ”For whom have I been so busy these years for? Worked hard for? Was it not so that you old folks could leave Jingdou and live good lives? I've always done ” Fan Xian's head dropped even lower, resting gently against the old ently in the rain like he was coaxing the old htened forcefully around Fan Xian's Even with all the strength in his body, he couldn't tighten his hand Perhaps he was reluctant to let go of so In this rain and wind-filled day and on the water and blood-soaked ground, he wanted to hold soh his heart, Fan Xian, cold and terrified, watched the old man in his arhtened his hand to the point that his fingers began to turn white and he felt a faint pain
Chen Pingping's murky and unfocused eyes moved slowly in the rain He saw the palace Royal Palace, cloud-packed sky, and blurry figure of the Emperor on the palace walls but could not see his face clearly He then saw Fan Xian's face beside hih the old oing to leave the world His eyes gradually diht in front of his eyes also gradually becae shapes
In this instant, perhaps his legendary life flashed before his eyes like a slideshow Young eunuch, East Sea, that wohts, another woe… All kinds of pictures flashed before his eyes and formed a white line that one did not dare look at directly No one knehat he saw before he died, what he most wanted to see
Was it the 'sCourtyard? Was it the little fish that swa of the Overwatch Council? Was it a Palace in the group of mountains in the north? Was it the little boy in Danzhou to whom he had entrusted all the affection and hope for the second half of his life?
In the wind and rain, Chen Pingping suddenly heard a sound It was the sound of singing, aIt was a sound that he had heard countless times in Chen Garden The concubines were all beautiful, and the songs were all beautiful The old ed in darkness, yet he had the gentlest desire to collect and love beauty If tragedy was to destroy the beautiful things of the world for others to see, then Chen Pingping's life was for the destruction of everything he thought was ugly and filthy He ily and filthy, and then watched everything that was beautiful from a distance
”If one heard the sound of rain, ould be happy? Sur oneof happiness Hearing the son, I feel happier…”
This was a song that the woain by Chen Pingping's ear He opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at the sky, earth, and people Hearing this wonderful song, his bloodless lips parted slightly It was as if he wanted to sing along but no sound ca suddenly looked at Fan Xian and asked, ”Chest?”
Fan Xian sun, a firearreat distances”
This was probably the last question in Chen Pingping's life, so he had asked in the lastFan Xian's reply, the old ht that the ansould be this He was surprised and relieved A rattling noise came from his throat He panted for breath A cold and proud expression rose to his face as he said, ”I… also have… such a thing”
Fan Xian didn't say anything He just sat in the rain, holding hi his head He felt as the old body in his arrew colder until the very end when it had no war died in the autumn rain held by the little boy he loved the most Before he died, he learned the truth of the chest His face still wore a cold, proud, and arrogant expression
Fan Xian held the gradually cooling body woodenly and lowered his head to say so quietly by the old man's icy face Suddenly, the sky full of rain felt like knives that were slicing in his body causing him a pain that was difficult to endure This pain started in his heart and extended toward every inch of his skin It was like being sliced open a thousand times until, at the end, it finally exploded out