Murong Feixue was in the prison, looking forward to seeing her husband again. Nangong Wei ordered people to set up the torture rack, and then ordered people to come to arrest Murong Feixue and execute Murong Feixue at the stake.
Ke'er tried her best to stop him, but was knocked unconscious. Murong Feixue was pulled hard, and she didn't notice that the hosta she was pulling fell to Ke'er's side.
Feixue shouted, "Why are you arresting me? Don't you have to wait for the new emperor to take office before you can judge me? Has the new emperor already arrived?"
"Stop talking nonsense, we are General Nangong's subordinates, and we will not listen to your confusing words. We are here to send you on your way. To tell you the truth, the order to kill you is the new emperor's will."
Murong Feixue couldn't even understand what they were saying. With tears in her eyes, she begged with tears in her eyes: "Please tell me which prince is the emperor now."
The leader of the soldiers, Wei, felt a little soft when he saw the pitiful look on Feixue's face.
"Then let's let you die clearly! It's King Jin. You committed the crime of regicide, which has aroused people's anger. I won't be able to appease the people unless I get rid of you."
Murong Feixue's expression seemed to be stagnant. She didn't know whether she was happy or sad, and tears were rolling down her face.
"It's Brother Xun, it's Brother Xun. He finally became the emperor and will no longer be bullied. But he actually ordered to kill me."
Murong Feixue seemed to be in a daze as she was dragged randomly to the place where the execution was carried out. Only then did Murong Feixue regain her composure and saw the tall torture rack. She did not see her husband, and she was unwilling to accept it.
He was burned to death like this.
"Brother Xing, have you really forgotten all the vows made to each other? You didn't even ask me, and you wanted to kill me."
Murong Feixue knelt on the ground with a plop, her cheeks wet with tears, and begged: "Please, please, let me see the emperor again? Please."
The soldier and guard was not a kind person, so he shouted: "Queen, General Nangong has an order, and he will send you on his way at noon."
Murong Feixue slumped on the ground, "God, can't I even see my husband for the last time?"
"Wait a minute!" Murong Feixue suddenly heard the voice that was as warm as ice speaking sweet words of love in her ears every day. Her heart was trembling so much that it was about to jump out, and she quickly got up from the ground.
Go to the source of the sound.
Her husband Ran Qingxun, dressed in a dark brown loose robe, was seen walking to the execution ground surrounded by many people.
When I saw my husband alive and well, his face was still as pure as before, but there was no trace of warmth in his eyes.
Ran Qingxun also looked at Murong Feixue, who was wearing a bright red palace dress that was particularly eye-catching. There was also that swollen belly. This shameless woman killed her own child but wanted to breed blood for her enemy.
It was that face that could turn all living beings upside down, with such a pitiful look. It was such a woman who actually did a tragic thing. Those harsh words, Zheng'er's tragic death was still vivid in my mind, and hatred arose in my heart.
Murong Feixue shouted: "Xundi, sister finally sees you."
Ran Qingxun looked at her coldly, "What do you want to see me for? Do you think I am miserable because of you?"
Nangong Wei and all the ministers knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty, if this woman is not eliminated, the people will not be angry, and your position as emperor may not be stable. Your Majesty must not be soft-hearted, this woman must be killed."
"Old General Nangong, don't worry. I only have hatred for this woman in my heart, not love."
Ran Qingxun's cold words were chilling. Feixue didn't blame him. If it were him, he would definitely hate him. Is the love between them so unable to withstand the test?
Ran Qingxun's eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of ice, Murong Feixue, I must make you pay for everything you have done.
Seeing the cold eyes of her husband Ran Qingxun, seeing all the ministers kneeling on the ground.
Isn't everything he does just hoping that his lover will successfully sit in that position? He deserves to be punished for the crime of regicide. If he dies, he will gain the support of the people.
Now, after finally seeing him for the last time, I feel no longer unwilling to accept that I am a temptress with a long-standing reputation, an unchaste woman, and her life will only make him scorned.
Now her brother-in-law is already a king above ten thousand people. She once promised Helian Bobo, the great king of Hu Xia, to be his princess as long as he helps her husband win the country, but she doesn't love him at all.
I don't want to be his princess at all.
If you just die, you don't have to be a princess, and your husband can win the hearts of the people, and he can also be with sister Ling'er. Sister Ling'er even lost her own child for Xidi, and she is very fond of Xiao Yunxi.
Such love, the two of them were originally a couple, but it was his appearance that broke them apart.
Ran Qingxun looked at Murong Feixue who was hanging her head and said nothing. It was very painful to kill her. She wanted to ask her again and said coldly to Murong Feixue: "Have you ever done anything wrong for you?"
Have you ever regretted it?”
Murong Feixue suddenly raised her eyes and looked at the person she once loved. She had too much regret in her heart. He did not regret falling in love with her husband, nor did he regret everything he had done for her.
Murong Feixue closed her eyes. She had already made up her mind to die, and said with a trembling voice: "I have no regrets."
When Ran Qingxun heard the harsh three words said by Murong Feixue, she thought she would regret it. If she answered that she regretted it, he might not be able to help but forgive him.
"Good sentence, no regrets." After asking this sentence, he no longer had doubts in his heart, and he squeezed out two words from his throat, "Execution!"
Murong Xue heard those two words, opened her eyes, tears wet her cheeks, and slightly opened her trembling lips, "Brother Xun, can you let me choose a way to die?"
When Ran Qingxun heard Murong Feixue calling "Brother Xing", her heart suddenly trembled, and cracks appeared in her frozen heart.
He was about to avenge his son, but his heart felt like a knife had pierced his chest, and the pain was so painful that she couldn't breathe.
Nangong Wei saw a look of pain on the emperor's face, "Your Majesty, you must not do it. This is an ancestral system. Only fierce fire can prevent the filth of such a heinous and vicious woman."
"Yes! You can choose your own way of death." This was the most compassionate thing Ran Qingxun said to Murong Feixue.
"Your Majesty!" All the ministers knelt on the ground.
Murong Feixue also knelt on the ground, "Murong Feixue thanks Your Majesty for your kindness!" Every word deeply hurt each other's hearts.
Murong Feixue asked Bingwei for the fire discount, looked back at her husband who had a cold look in his eyes, smiled sadly, and turned to leave.
"Brother Xun, originally my sister could do more things for you, but now it's impossible. Let me do the last thing for you."
Feixue raised a bitter smile on her lips, found a room closest to her, walked in, lit the curtains in the room, and the raging fire spread wantonly.
"Brother Xing, being with you is the happiest time for me, Murong Feixue, and I have no regrets about falling in love with you! Farewell to the person I love most!"
Although Ran Qingxun's heart was full of hatred for Murong Feixue, as much as her love was as deep as her hatred, it hurt, but he couldn't see Feixue being buried in the sea of fire with his own eyes. Ran Qingxun actually left many ministers behind and stumbled away.
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"Why is it that a great revenge has been avenged? I didn't imagine the relief of revenge, and my heart was so painful that an unforgettable love was just annihilated in the raging fire."
On the other side, Xiao Yunling heard that Murong Feixue had killed the emperor and was sent to prison. She also heard that his cousin was back in court and wanted to order Murong Feixue's execution. She was anxious.
She couldn't let her cousin do something that he would regret for the rest of his life. She wanted to hold Xiao Yunxi and let him know that his child was not dead and was still alive and well.
Xiao Xin limped with a sachet in her hand and handed it over, "Miss, the maid took this when she bathed Yun Xi in the morning. This is not from Chenlu Palace, it should be from Murong Feixue.
left."
Xiao Yunling didn't have time to worry about what was in the sachet. He immediately called a taxi and rushed towards the fire scene. He didn't want to meet his cousin Ran Qingxun halfway, stumbling and losing his mind.
Xiao Xin quickly jumped out of the car, and Xiao Xin also got out of the car with her child in her arms. Xiao Yunling looked at Ran Qingxun and knew that something must have happened?
Xiao Yunling must tell her cousin the truth as soon as possible, "Cousin, my cousin did not kill your child. This girl is your real child. The child who was strangled to death by my cousin is my son."
Ran Qingxun was completely dumbfounded, unable to believe that what Xiao Yunling said was true.
"Ling'er, you said Feixue didn't kill our child."
"That's right, the child was transferred to us!"
Ran Qingxun rushed out like a madman and rushed back to the scene of the fire. However, the room was filled with thick smoke and the house had already been burned down. Ran Qingxun was about to rush in like a madman, but was held down by the guards and lost her voice.
Split Lung shouted: "Let me go quickly, I want to save Feixue! Hurry up and put out the fire!"
Nangong Wei knew that the emperor would still have attachment to this woman, so he stretched out his hand and directly sealed Ran Qingxun's acupuncture point.
"Your Majesty, you are the king of a country now, so you should forget some things!"
Ran Qing Xun's eyes were flashing with raging flames. If he could move, he would cut Nangong Wei into pieces with a thousand knives and helplessly turn the house into ashes.