She dressed as a concubine and was targeted by the powerful brother.

Zhao Hui should be executed according to his crime.

King Guangping cried and escorted him to the capital, and did not treat him badly along the way.

However, Zhao Hui was annoyed by his crying. He sat in the prison car and said helplessly to him: "You are just too soft-hearted."

"You are my brother, the only brother now...how can you not make me sad?"

King Guangping took advantage of the situation and sat down next to his prison car.

He understood Zhao Hui's difficulties. He was still trying to survive as an ant. He knew that his end was coming, so why not do his best to prolong his life.

"Yes, my father once had about ten children. When they reached middle age, they died of fatal diseases, and only three of us brothers were left." Zhao Hui smiled bitterly, "It doesn't matter if I go now, I will be cursed by this curse." Every day of torture makes me miserable."

"Old Seven..."

King Guangping didn't know what to say.

His chubby body was curled up, his expression was sad, and he looked very pitiful.

Fu Rudi and Zhou Hai watched this scene from a distance.

Zhou Hai originally wanted to come forward to persuade him, but Fu Rudi stopped him, "Eunuch Zhou, if the princes have something to say to each other, please don't come forward to disturb him."

"My servant understands." Zhou Hai looked troubled, "It's just that King Chengnan is guilty and has a close relationship with King Guangping, which is against the rules."

"Do not worry."

Sinan and Sibei came here with King Guangping, and Zhao Hui's men arrested and killed them. It was no longer possible.Zhao Hui couldn't escape even if he had three heads and six arms.

Fu Rudi said this, and Zhou Hai couldn't continue.

After all, they are relatives of the emperor, so they must be polite and courteous no matter what.What if when we get to the capital, the Holy Spirit takes back his life in gratitude for his brotherly love?
Therefore, Zhao Hui did not suffer along the way.

When they arrived in the capital, Fu Rudi and King Guangping were going to the palace to meet the saint again.

Fu Jiao fell asleep in the government office.

In the evening, Zhao Hao came to her with Yan Ji on his back and told her that the situation had been decided and a notice had been posted on the city gate that King Chengnan would be beheaded at noon.

When Zhao Hao talked about this incident, he lowered his head and had mixed emotions: "It wasn't me. Uncle Wang wouldn't have died so soon..."

"It's not 'death'." Fu Jiao knocked on the table, "It's 'fu'."

I don’t want to think about how many evil deeds Zhao Hui committed after being cursed.Shouldn’t those innocent children and people seek justice for them?God has eyes and knows that what Fu Jiao did was a just one, otherwise he would not have given her a lot of merit when he left Yunzhou.

Now Fu Jiao looks at the golden light of merit in her body, and her Taoism becomes more profound.Yan Ji looked at her with a little more fear.

Fu Jiao was in a great mood.

Full of confidence, she took out a lock of hair from her arms.

"This is……"

Zhao Hao tilted his head in confusion, "Is this Uncle Wang's hair?!"

"Yes, you gave it to me."

"Why is it still useful?"

"This thing is very useful." Fu Jiao smiled and reminded him, "So you have to collect your hair and blood. If someone with evil intentions takes you away to cast a spell, it will be enough for you to drink a pot. .”

Zhao Hao stroked his temples and nodded repeatedly: "That's for sure."

Yanji asked: "What are you going to do again?"

"Confirm your suspicion."

Fu Jiao ordered Zhao Hao to fetch the red eggs from the table.

Zhao Hao did as she was told, not knowing what she wanted to do. He sat next to Yan Ji and stared intently.

More missed delivery.

Soon it was midnight.

Fu Jiao boiled the red eggs, coated them with realgar powder, wrote Zhao Hui's birth date on the egg shell with cinnabar, then knocked a hole in the top of the egg and stuffed Zhao Hui's hair into it.She held the egg in her chest with one hand, wiped the cinnabar on the eggshell with spring water with the other hand, and silently recited the Xuanmen mantra in her mouth.After a while, she closed her eyes, peeled off the shell of the egg and ate it. Whispering conversations suddenly sounded in her mind...

"My lord, as long as you do this, the curse will definitely be solved." "You believe in Pindao."

"I will never lie to you."

"..."

for a long time.

When Zhao Hao thought Fu Jiao was asleep, Fu Jiao opened her eyes suddenly. She slapped the table and stood up, "Good guy! It's really not the case!"

"What's not?!" Zhao Hao asked.

Fu Jiao lowered her head and glanced at Zhao Hao, who had a clear and stupid face, and finally swallowed the words on her lips.

Forget it, let's wait for Fu Rudi to come back and talk to him.

*
Zhao Hui was imprisoned in the best room in Tianlao.

Food and clothing are of the highest quality.

Emperor Jianming and he sat opposite each other in prison all night. It is not known what the brothers said to each other.At dawn, Emperor Jianming personally sent Zhao Hui on his way with a glass of strong wine.

In winter, the weather is gloomy.

After a while, white snowflakes slowly fell.

Fu Rudi and Wang Jianzhan of Guangping did not allow others to watch, which was considered as a last show of respect for Zhao Hui.

Zhao Hui, Liang Yuan, Danyang Taoist and other criminals involved were lined up, kneeling in front of the Meridian Gate. Their thin prison clothes made them look particularly vicissitudes of life.

Liang Yuan knelt on the right side of Zhao Hui.

This is also the first time that Zhao Hui has seen his confidant in so long.

He moved his dry lips and asked in a low voice: "Why did you betray me?"

Ask yourself, he has been good to Liang Yuan in the past ten years.However, he did not expect that Liang Yuan had already learned all the truth, "Your Majesty, you should never, never, never put your attention on extending your life span on my brother. You know, my brother is everything to me. , more important than anything else.”

"……Who told you that?"

Liang Yuan squinted his eyes, "Taoist Danyang, he is right next to you."

"Taoist Danyang!?"

They were all wearing ragged prison clothes, and Zhao Hui had no intention of observing the appearance of the people around him.After listening to Liang Yuan's words, he turned his head in shock and looked at the tall, thin middle-aged man kneeling on his left.The middle-aged man was wearing a bun, but he was wearing the same white prison uniform, so his identity could not be identified.He lowered his head, his messy hair covering most of his face, and three long black beards hanging down on his chest.

"Are you a Taoist Danyang?"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Danyang turned his head and looked at him expressionlessly like a zombie.

His eyes were like dry lakes, unable to make any ripples even before death.

"Noon has arrived! Execution!"

It was a completely different face.

Taoist Danyang said nothing, his eyes were full of resignation and despair.This sight made Zhao Hui shocked.He opened his mouth and shouted, "No! You're not—"

"Crack!"

The executioner raised his knife and lowered it. A mouthful of strong alcohol sprayed on the blade, and the shiny and sharp machete slashed down hard.

Red blood splattered.

The moment the head fell to the ground, the curse of the Luotou clan that had followed Zhao Hui for several years disappeared and disintegrated.His mouth opened wide, and his eyes were full of horror, not fear, but confusion and anger.

For so long, only Zhao Hui has seen the true appearance of Taoist Danyang.

He is a Taoist priest.

But not the Taoist priest next to me.

Until his death, Zhao Hui did not understand what role Danyang Taoist played in this incident.His head was separated from his body, and the blood that flowed out was instantly frozen and solidified by the cold snowflakes. Only his eyes were wide open, watching Taoist Danyang die with eyes open...