More than 400 people's lives can't escape death. Even if the charges are absurd and unnecessary, it doesn't matter. Whether it's true or false, if the emperor speaks and the world believes, that's enough.
That day, the old Chu general, who was already old, burst into tears in front of the guillotine. His eyes were red and pathetic. He denounced the emperor angrily, weeping blood and killing his heart.
Later,
Blood splashed the capital of Chu.
At the same time,
The king gave it to the woman who still had a high fever in the cold palace,
A dagger, a bottle of poison, a foot of white silk.
Lin Nianhua woke up in the middle of the night when he heard the rain, but he got the bad news that the Lin family had been killed by the guillotine up and down, and the door was copied. He was very angry. He gushed out a mouthful of red blood, and suddenly laughed again. He was crazy and crazy, as if he had exhausted his life's strength, and his laughter was sharp and harsh.
All her life,
Ridiculous!
Ridiculous!
It's ridiculous. The Lin family is full of martyrs. She has been a country all her life, but she bears the name of a traitor to her death. It's pathetic. She also married the emperor and raised her eyebrows. In the end, she couldn't escape a calculation from the emperor and personally pushed her from the High Queen to the bottomless abyss!
"Yan'er, you're the only one left in the Lin family." Lin Nianhua squeezed the little prince's hand very hard, because even her knuckles were terrible senbai, like holding the last straw. Her eyes showed amazing hatred, stared at Mo Liyan, and cried blood and sorrow: "you're the only one left in the Lin family..."
Mo Liyan was pinched in pain, but he didn't speak. He let Lin Nianhua pinch it, quietly hung his long eyelashes and cast a thin and dark shadow.
A candle flickered, which also outlined the little prince's expression.
"Yan'er, you should remember that you are the blood of my Lin family, and you are the descendants of the Lin family!" Lin Nianhua held the little boy's shoulder with both hands, clutched it hard, and was forced to leave Yan with ink. Yan looked directly at her, miserable and desperate, full of resentment. It was a soul stirring sobbing emotion: "you want to avenge the Lin family! You want to live!"
"Yan'er, remember, no matter what you encounter and experience in the future, you must live for me! You must avenge the Lin family! You must avenge the Lin family!"
"You want to live, you want to hate, you want revenge, okay?!"
She violently shook Mo Liyan's shoulder, extremely crazy, incoherent and repeated these words again and again, as if she wanted to engrave Mo Liyan in his bones and let him never come out.
"Your grandfather, your grandmother and all your relatives were killed by him!"
"Yan'er, you must take revenge at all costs!"
"Do you understand!"
The little prince answered quietly in a dumb voice. The corners of his eyes were red inch by inch, cold and gloomy: "I understand."
Lin Nianhua stared at the young child in front of him. Suddenly, he seemed to wake up for a short time. He gently and lovingly hugged the person in his arms. Like when he was very young, he carefully patted the young boy's tight and straight back and muttered to himself: "don't hate the mother princess. The mother Princess just wants you to remember. Deep blood feud must not be forgotten and must be rewarded."
"Yan'er, the mother imperial concubine has only you, only you..." she suddenly cried again, tears like rain, hugged Mo Liyan and felt the last trace of temperature in the world.
She suddenly thought of something, pushed away the little prince, pressed his shoulder, bumped into the eyes as deep as ink dye, and warned ink Liyan with the burning of life and desolate exchanges.
"Never! Never fall in love with someone!"
"Don't believe in the so-called love like the mother Princess... You will end up like this in the end."
"Never repeat the mistakes like the mother Princess!!"
This is mo Liyan, who heard the last sound of Lin Nian's painting in the world.
No tenderness, no love.
There is only endless sharpness and desolation. It cuts across the ear like a sharp blade and knocks heavily in the heart.
Mo Liyan watched Lin Nianhua helplessly. After saying the last sentence, he staggered to the blood red tray. Without hesitation, he picked up a dagger and stabbed it at his heart!
Lin Nianhua didn't leave any way for herself. The stab hit the heart and was very deep. She knelt down slowly and fell overburdened. A soul stirring blood red rose spread from the position of her heart. It was so winding that it gathered into a large piece of red blood.
Before she died, she opened her eyes and stared straight at the direction of Mo Liyan.
turn in one's grave.
The boy's fundus reflected the brand of blood color.
In just one day,
He witnessed with his own eyes the scenes of more than 400 members of the Lin family splashing blood on the execution ground and flowing blood into the capital of Chu.
He also witnessed his own mother, holding a dagger in his hand, stabbing it into his heart in front of him and splashing blood.
Let Mo Liyan remember his life with such a determined and tragic way of death.
Don't love.
Hate.
Revenge.
Mo Liyan looked at such a scene calmly. His temperament was cold and gloomy, and he had an unspeakable deep anger.
He walked slowly, knelt in front of the dead body, looked at it for a long time, then stretched out his hand and closed a pair of staring eyes for Lin Nian's painting.
The eldest daughter of the Lin family, who once filled the capital and attracted the world.
A young general who once sang in the army and horses and fought on the battlefield.
The queen of a country who was once full of joy, elegant and dignified, and surprised the son of heaven with a dance.
Now such embarrassment, such unbearable, with such death to end a short life.
After Mo Liyan knew it, he felt some pain, bone etching pain, like a shadow, occupying the position of the heart, with every heartbeat and every breath, which was a sharp pain in the cone heart.
The woman who smiled and coaxed him to sleep and gently made him Rose Crisp died.
The grandfather who had always threatened to take him to the battlefield died.
The arrogant will take him to climb trees and shoot arrows. His uncle, who always looks cynical, is also dead.
Many people in the Lin family, many people he knows,
They're all dead.
None survived.
last,
He's the only one left.
The little prince stood alone in the dark room. His expression was always calm and gloomy. His eyes were dazzled, floating and heavy, like cold broken light falling into the abyss.
It turns out that this is the difference between kings and officials, and this is the power of kings.
About Lin Nianhua's last words, Mo Liyan felt ridiculous.
Emperors have been the most ruthless since ancient times,
Born in the imperial family, where does love come from?
That's always something you can't expect.
For the emperor,
Never need sincerity.
Of course he won't,
recommit the same error.