0p0 Chapter 291 - Movement
Chapter 291 - Movement
"Hong'er... Hong'er..." The increasingly heart-wrenching voice kept echoing in front of the formation, frightening the soldiers on both sides so much that their faces turned pale.
Gu Qinghong looked up at the man's face, and his eyes instantly turned red. Was that man smiling? How could he still smile like a child despite suffering so much?
"Don't cut anymore... Don't cut anymore..." Gu Qinghong didn't know where he got the courage from, he screamed with all his strength, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks. Can't you see that he is in pain!
"You cried for me..." Su Qing's lips curled up into a big smile, and instantly felt that there was no regret in life, so he closed his mouth tightly.
"Oh no, he's going to bite his tongue to commit suicide!" Another executioner pinched Su Qing's chin tightly, then picked up the hemp rope under his feet and stuffed it into his mouth.
Su Qing looked at the figure drawing the bow, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. It was worth it to have her give him a ride.
"Swoosh!" A sharp arrow broke through the air, pierced Su Qing's throat, and nailed to the wooden stake behind him.
"Hong'er...Hong'er..." After saying the last four words of his life, Su Qing tilted his neck and closed his eyes, with a faint smile still on the corners of his mouth.
Xue Qi frowned slightly as she looked at Gu Qinghong, whose eyes were filled with sadness. She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. When she first saw her getting off the sedan chair, she was so fierce and looked down on ants. But in just one year, she had aged so much.
"Master Xue, the prisoner is already dead and we don't know what to do with him!" The two executioners knelt in front of Xue Qi trembling with fear. Everyone knew the law of Nanyue. If a prisoner who was sentenced to death by slicing died before the 999th cut, the executioner would be severely punished.
Xue Qi pondered for a moment, then glanced at Gu Qinghong, and said with thin lips, "Just leave him here, it's time for us to go back."
After Nanyue's troops had withdrawn, Gu Qinghong ran towards Su Qing's body without caring about anything else, then hugged him tightly in his arms, and whispered to his face, "Silly boy, why don't you say anything? If you don't say anything, how can I know...ah..."
"Princess, would you like some help from me?"
"Go and help me prepare a good coffin." Gu Qinghong said in a hoarse voice.
"Yes!"
That night, Gu Qinghong disappeared with Su Qing's coffin. No one knew where she went, including Gu Liuqing who was waiting for her on the march.
A month later, Feng Muyan from Nanyue Palace was humming a little tune while cooking porridge in the small kitchen of Yilan Palace. He held the big spoon in a very professional manner, which made Feng Shijiu at the door shake his head.
"Uncle Jiu, if your soldiers saw you like this, they would be scared to death."
"Jiujiu, you don't understand this. If you want to capture a woman's heart, you have to capture her stomach." Feng Muyan said leisurely.
"Which book is this nonsense from?"
"Li'er told me this bedtime story." Feng Muyan looked at Feng Mijiu with contempt.
Feng Shijiu's mouth froze. He felt that he could no longer communicate with this cook. There was no trace of the God of War in this man.
When Feng Muyan appeared in the bedroom with a bowl of hot sea bass and lotus root porridge, Song Yunli was writing at the desk. Her long, smooth black hair was casually draped behind her, with only a few strands mischievously sticking to her chest. Her fair and smooth profile exuded an elegance that moved Feng Muyan's heart.
"Why are you standing at the door like an idiot?" Song Yunli didn't turn around, but just chuckled and spoke.
"I'm afraid of disturbing you while you're writing. I wonder if I can come in now?" Feng Muyan said with a smile.