Dayong Nu sentenced to death

Chapter 679 Zhang's father and son, killing relatives righteously

Child hour is almost here.

What does this mean?
Xun Zeli didn't turn his head around for a moment, he only knew that after Zhang Wu said this sentence, the wind in this world seemed to get colder.

"My lord, he is..."

The words blurted out, and then stopped abruptly. From this angle, Xun Zeli saw that the night was dim, the woman's red lips were tightly pursed, and the lines of her side face were tightened into a sharp arc. Get brighter, brighter and colder.

It made people's hearts tense for no reason.

Su Rao knew the meaning of that sentence...

In the long silence, Zishi came quietly.

Zhang Wu raised his hand slowly as if feeling a sense. As soon as he moved, the bows and arrows in the dark began to be full, and the armors of the soldiers in the dark alley rubbed against each other, making a clanging sound, and flooded out like a tide, instantly covering the entire long distance. The streets were full of traffic jams.

"ignition."

With one order, all the soldiers followed the order.

The arrows were stained with kerosene, burning in clusters, and then the arrow points pointed in the direction of Mu Furong.

"Zhang Wu!"

The screams were full of fear and trembling, and Mu Furong stepped back step by step and shouted: "I am Your Majesty who personally appointed Yunle County Lord, if you dare to kill me, you are not afraid of being questioned by the court, and the crown prince will retaliate?"

"The princess fell ill unfortunately in order to cure the plague. The benevolence of the great doctor will surely leave a name in history and be praised by others."

Zhang Wu's voice was cold.

Mu Furong looked at the black-clothed figure standing indifferently at the end of the long night, thousands of flames pointed directly at her heart, just waiting for an order, the flames pierced through the air and came through the wind.

She will be buried in the fire, along with the thousands who are bedridden and sick behind her.

Tears blurred vision.

His legs were shaking constantly because of fear, his hands and feet were cold, as if he was caught in some kind of hopeless struggle, but this time was different from every time before.

She is afraid, but has no regrets.

There were footsteps coming from behind, and countless black shadows came supporting each other. After walking behind her, Mu Furong turned her head and saw those familiar figures.

"How do you..."

"How can the princess bear the burden of everyone's affairs alone?"

The man's face was full of stubble, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he raised his foot to block Mu Furong's body, while the others also wrapped her in the middle.

Old people and children, men and women.

The tall and short figures built a wall in front of Mu Furong, and Mu Furong bit her lip to hold back the uncontrollable sobs in her throat, "I'm useless, I'm sorry everyone."

"Princess, don't say that. If it weren't for you, we would have died a long time ago. We've made money even today."

"Sister Mu, don't be afraid."

The sleeves were ripped off, Mu Furong lowered her head, a dirty little face was crowded in the crowd, her cheeks were skinny, only her eyes were black and big.

"Little Bean Ding."

Mu Furong hugged him, and the child wiped away her tears with his hand, then fumbled for a piece of candy from his bosom, held it to her mouth, "Mother said, you are not allowed to cry after eating candy, eat it quickly."

The icing was soaked, I don't know how long it was left.

The little child didn't know what he was about to face, so he just grinned, his chapped mouth was torn open forcefully, and blood dripped out.

Mu Furong's heart became more choked, and she hugged him even tighter, pressing his face on her shoulders to block the cold wind, and murmured: "Who will save them..."

These people are just ordinary people.

They worked diligently and conscientiously to live, so why should they be reduced to death by the knife because of illness.

It's not their fault they're sick...

A woman came out from the crowd and stood at the front. She was wearing a beautiful dress with pearls and hairpins, and she was holding a six or seven-year-old child in her hand.

Seeing them, Zhang Wu bit the command that was about to be blurted out, clenched his teeth tightly, and after a long time, he called out in a shy voice: "Rongsheng, Agu."

"Husband."

His voice was very low, but the woman still heard it. She smiled, which was uglier than crying.

"sorry."

Zhang Wu's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but took two steps forward, but was stopped by the soldiers around him, "My lord, you can't go."

Pulling back his rationality, Zhang Wu stopped, and looked across the sea of ​​people at his wife and child. Even though his heart was as firm as iron, at this moment, he couldn't help being shaken by it.

The woman whom he called 'Rong Sheng' did not speak but laughed.

Tears burst.

Looking obsessively at this man who personally ordered her and the child to be sent to a desperate situation, this is her husband and the prefect of Hwaseong.

He abandoned her when he was close to her and had a deep affection, but she couldn't blame him, and even felt that he was a little pitiful.

"Father."

The boy opened his mouth suddenly, Zhang Wu gritted his teeth to look at him, but didn't make a sound, the others couldn't bear to turn their heads away, knowing that the appointed time had passed, but they never spoke to remind them.

After this night, father and son, husband and wife, will have a final forever.

Each of the knives and arrows in their hands is a blood debt that cannot be erased. Even though they know they have to do it, they are helpless.

"Agu, what do you want to say?"

Seeing that he was still silent, Zhang Wu asked in a hissed voice.

In fact, he didn't dare to ask, he was afraid that his wife and son would beg him to spare his life, and that his heart would be shaken if he couldn't bear the words.

This fear made him subconsciously want to back down.

The boy just looked at him quietly, showing a bright smile as usual, even though his hands and feet were shaking.

"Father, A Niang and I forgive you."

The simplest sentence caused Zhang Wu to collapse in an instant, before he had time to react, he said again: "Father once told his son to be considerate of all people, to be loyal and upright, and I will keep it in mind."

"Today's crime of killing people is understandable but unforgivable."

"Zhang's Agu is willing to take my father's life as a shield and apologize to all the fathers and fellow villagers."

With a loud voice, he straightened his clothes.

He raised his arms to Zhang Wuhe.

"Father, do it."

Mrs. Zhang stood beside her son and slowly closed her eyes.

If something happened in the future and the court held him accountable, he would also ask the Buddha to forgive her husband for the sake of her husband's dedication to the public and no partiality.

Zhang Wu's lips trembled and his fists were clenched tightly.

Looking at the two figures, one tall and one short, the pain in my heart almost bleeds...

The crowd began to stir, faintly uneasy.

"My lord, it cannot be delayed any longer.'

When those people get out of control and make a fuss, the scene will be even more difficult to control. The general next to him reminded, Zhang Wu closed his eyes, gritted his teeth and said: "Give me the order, let..."

Arrow words are still spoken.

A gust of wind came from the depths of the darkness, Zhang Wu reacted instantly due to the vigilance of the martial arts practitioner, and after avoiding it, he realized that the thing was not coming towards him.

With a bang, the tiles fell apart.

All the officers and soldiers turned pale with shock, "Who is it?"

This change cut off Zhang Wu's order, and the crowd on both sides of Juma was startled, looked around, and there was a sudden clamor.

"Master Zhang, are these the exiles you want to arrest?"

A female voice came faintly with the wind, "Forgive me for my poor eyesight, I really can't see anything about them that is so vicious, it's worth your trouble."

(End of this chapter)