Now Zhuang Qingyun is the only one left in charge of the priest's mansion, not to mention dealing with the Mohist army, even dealing with the major families, he has lost the confidence of the past...
Back then, the young man who played Guiyuan song, commanded all things, stood in front of the dragon boat, and braved the wind and waves, completely disappeared from his life...
He has become a real loner in this world.
If Zhuang Xiaoyu was still alive, and the boy in the womb was not dead, everything would not be what it is now.
Yan Qing opened the door and came in: "Master Qingyun, what's the matter?"
"Now the wife and the high priest don't need medicine to guide, and the female family members of the Min Mansion don't need to keep them. Let them go on the road when it's time to send them on the road. It's good to have a companion on the road to Huangquan." Zhuang Qingyun stood up and took Yan Qing went out: "If those witch doctors in the mansion still have family members, they should also be released from the mansion so that they can reunite. Let's tidy up that courtyard and turn it into a school for the homeless people in Yuecheng. child......"
Yan Qing followed behind Zhuang Qingyun: "The high priest once promised the deceased young master of the Min family that no matter what happens, he will save Min Huizhu's life."
"You also said that the high priest had promised Mr. Min. The high priest has passed away now. I have never promised Mr. Min any conditions..." Zhuang Qingyun's words revealed An imperceptible resentment: "If this young master knew that Wu Yan and Xiaoyu would end up like this, even if this young master had risked his life, he would have killed Min Huizhu regardless of everything..."
The female family members of the Min Mansion were escorted by the guards one by one, and they were taken out of the wing room. The last one was the naked Min Huizhu. She was dragged and slid on the ground like a snake. White lanterns and white curtains, laughed loudly: "Is Qin Wuyan dead? Is Qin Wuyan finally dead?"
Zhuang Qingyun's eye sockets turned red little by little.
Yan Qing waved at the guards: "Take it to the execution ground and behead it, and the body will be buried in the sky..."
When Min Huizhu heard the words, she suddenly struggled hard: "You dare to kill the saint without permission, what are you? Qin Wuyan once promised my brother that he would save my life..."
Yan Qing's voice was cold: "The high priest did promise Mr. Min that he would save your life, but the person who wants to kill you now is Master Qingyun...
take away! "
The guard randomly grabbed a handful of ashes from the ground, gagged Min Huizhu's mouth, and dragged Min Huizhu out of the priest's house...
It was Zhuang Qingyun and Yan Qing who personally watched the execution of the female family members of the Min family. The moment the head was separated from the body, Min Huizhu's cursing stopped abruptly...
The crows and vultures circling in mid-air swooped down, pecking at the flesh and blood of those who died on the execution ground...
The once powerful and extravagant head of the family, the Min Mansion, has completely disappeared from Yuecheng, submerged in the stage of history, and only exists in the words of future generations, for people to wake up to.
Come and come, go and go, decades of human life.
All causal reasons have been settled.
Zhuang Qingyun and Yan Qing stood side by side on the high platform, looking at the vast mountains and rivers, their faces were as calm as ashes after the ups and downs of the world.
Zhuang Qingyun sighed: "Time flies so fast. In a blink of an eye, half of our life has passed, and we are all old."
Yan Qing nodded: "Yes."
Zhuang Qingyun said: "When Jincheng sends someone to take over the priest's mansion, I can retire and go to the dealer's farm to live a leisurely life. What are your plans?"