After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Xie Nanxing whispered in reproach: "You didn't even remember to get one for yourself. You don't know how to take care of yourself at all."

"Shen Jinmo, ah Shen Jinmo, what will you do without me?"

Xie Nanxing followed suit and cleared out the snack bag around his waist. He picked out a few good-looking ones and put them in the bag, and also wrapped it around Shen Jinmo's wrist.

The carriage had gone far away. Xia Yu looked at the spices left on the oil paper for a while, feeling a little disgusted.

In the end, I chose to wrap it all up in a purple handkerchief and hold it in my palm.

Spices, no matter how beautiful they look, are they not used to smell good?

It looks good, but what’s the point?

The spices wrapped in the handkerchief were held in the palm for a while, and the handkerchief was stained by the sweat of the palm.

Xia Yu put down the handkerchief of spices, and his eyes fell on the sachets on the wrists of Shen Jinmo and Xie Nanxing.

Slightly purse your lips.

I'm going to buy a few sachets for Xun Zhan later so that they can hold spices for him.

Looks good, and is actually really useful.

For example, Xie Nanxing is so pretty that he looked at her a few more times today and ate two more bowls of frozen milk skin just now.

The three of them were led by the shopkeeper himself from the backyard into the private room. At this moment, the attic was already crowded with people, most of whom were carrying a basket of vegetables in their hands.

It was filled with rotten vegetable leaves and rotten eggs. Whenever a prison van passed by them, they would grab them and throw them at the van.

Amidst the curses and insults along the way, these officials in gorgeous clothes first encountered the backlash of the people before they were punished by the law.

But after a moment, even in the room filled with sandalwood, a pungent odor could be smelled.

Xie Nanxing and Xia Yu took out the spices at the same time and put them under their nostrils.

Seeing that Shen Jinmo didn't move, Xie Nanxing handed his sachet under Shen Jinmo's nose.

Shen Jinmo was afraid that Xie Nanxing would get tired from holding it, so he bent his seat slightly, and then placed his sachet under Xie Nanxing's nose.

Xia Yu couldn't help but roll his eyes when he saw the two people behaving like this.

Is it necessary to add unnecessary details?

At three quarters after noon, the order to execute was announced and the warrant was thrown onto the scaffold.

The next moment, the sounds of wailing, begging for mercy, splashing of liquor, head falling to the ground, and blood gushing out all collided inside Shen Jinmo's head.

He held Xie Nanxing in his arms and subconsciously covered Xie Nanxing's eyes with his big hands, blocking all possible tragic situations from Xie Nanxing's sight.

That year, Shen Jinmo climbed over the wall and walked out of the Princess's Mansion in the snow and ice, and hid in a dark alley at the corner of Wumen Street.

He saw with his own eyes that the elders who had once talked to him and coaxed him with snacks straightened their backs and became victims of Xia Hong's perverse behavior.

The butcher's knife was swung at the loyal ministers, and suffering fell on the mountains and rivers.

Shen Jinmo once hated the years, which took away all the warmth and beauty he once had and completely destroyed his childhood ideals.

It was not until later, when he met Xie Nanxing, that he stopped hating her.

Over the years, he has grown from a nine-year-old child who could only secretly vomit bile in a snowstorm to someone who can kill his former enemies without anyone noticing.

Looking over the layers of roofs, Shen Jinmo saw a red figure on the attic in the distance.

Those tablets enshrined in the Princess's ancestral hall, whose names cannot be revealed, and those lives weighing on Xia Xin's shoulders, should now be relieved a little.

The bright red that meanders from the Meridian Gate to the private rooms turns into a river that flows towards the distant past.

Listening to the dull sound of heads hitting the ground, Xia Yu asked, "Wang Heng, was there a similar sound that year?"

"No, there was too much snow that year, and the snow on the execution platform was too thick, so there was no sound when it was hit."

"The gods were all very cold that year. Before their blood could be shed, it merged with the snow and turned into blood crystals."

"Everyone who was beheaded that year stood up straight, and even the children did not cry or shed tears."

Xie Nanxing's heart was lifted higher and higher as Shen Jinmo spoke.

Even though he couldn't see or hear anything, he could still feel the overwhelming smell of blood.

This bloody smell is the smell of death that cannot be dispelled no matter how strong the sandalwood or how refreshing the sachet.

The street corner of Yunhuai Village, the poor alley heading south, the secret room of Xiaoyao Palace...

All the blood and gore that Xie Nanxing had seen in his life could not compare to the scene before his eyes.

The scene before us is a true picture of a king who was so angry that millions of people died.

It is impossible to win a decisive battle by conspiracy or overt scheme.

Under power, loyalty and evil are ignored and human lives are worthless.

Xie Nanxing originally wanted Shen Jinmo to listen to the sound of his enemies being killed, and feel the gift from fate and the world for his defiance of heaven.

But now, Xie Nanxing regrets it.

He shouldn't have let Shen Jinmo come here.

Xie Nanxing asked: "Husband, let's go home, okay?"

Shen Jinmo felt the moisture flowing through his palms, and his mind was pulled back from his long-forgotten memories.

Actually, it’s all over.

Once it’s over, there’s no such thing as pain or not.

Without moving his hand away, Shen Jinmo responded in a low voice: "Okay, but you have to keep the sachet under your nose, understand?"

Xie Nanxing nodded heavily: "Shen Jinmo, I want to take you home, let's go home."

Shen Jinmo smiled faintly, a smile that was out of tune with the bloodiness around him.

He picked up Xie Nanxing by the waist and pushed the door of the private room open with one foot. The two of them passed by Xun Zhan who was rushing over and went towards Xie's house without looking back.

What I heard behind my ears was the people kneeling on the ground and cheering loudly.

They were shouting: "Long live the emperor!"

They were still shouting: "Your Majesty is wise."

The shouts echoed in the streets and alleys of the Divine Capital, and the entire Divine Capital was cheering for Xia Hong's wise move.

Xun Zhan walked across the bloody room, his brows furrowed in dissatisfaction with Shen Jinmo.

Xie Nanxing doesn’t understand these, Xia Yu doesn’t understand these, how could Shen Jinmo not understand these?

If you understand, why bring them to this place of execution?

He walked to Xia Yu's side, and together they looked down at the blood river winding along the long street, and at the people kneeling and cheering on both sides of the blood river.

A wild dog carried a fallen head in its mouth and walked along the bloody river towards the deep mountains and wild rivers, leaving blood marks along the way, which made the people along the way extremely excited.

Xia Yu asked:

"Master, when the late emperor ended the chaos and entered the city gates and took over the Divine Capital, were they so grateful?"

"Master, when it snowed heavily that year and the emperor entered the palace treading on blood, did they also kneel down and shout long live the emperor like this?"

"Master, do they still remember the heads that were cut off several years ago and how they used their lives to pave the way for a peaceful and prosperous world?"