Chun’er entered the hall to meet the emperor. She knew that it was useless to say anything else. She only played the emotional card, and there was a glimmer of hope to soften the hard heart of the father. She took out those delicate little boots, which were given to her when Yan Shicheng and Bai Sheng sent Yan Xun to Beijing as a pledge. The stitches and threads on them were sewn by Aunt Bai Sheng herself. Chun’er has been reluctant to wear them. ,

As a result, it took a long time and his feet grew. I still remember that when the emperor ordered the feudal lords to send their sons as a pledge, the other families dragged their feet. Only Dingbeihou sent Yan Xun over without thinking to support the emperor’s decision wholeheartedly.

I still remember that when Yan Xun was a child, he shot a little leopard in spite of his own danger, just to make a leather vest for the emperor, so that when it snowed in winter, it wouldn’t be cold to wear it inside. Chun’er smiled and talked about the past, the emperor kept his head down and remained silent.

Time passed by every minute, every minute of it was suffering from the heart, and the emperor finally agreed to see Bai Sheng. Chun’er came out and walked quickly to the gate of the palace. She would do her best to save Yan Xun’s brother. The gate of the palace was already full of people in the princess’s bedroom. Wei Guifei knew that she would not give up if Chuner saw Yan Xun.

She agreed that Chun’er would go to see Yan Xun, but only if Chuner could not make any Acts that violate the status, otherwise the people in her palace will be buried for it. Chun’er wanted to save Yan Xun but didn’t want these people who grew up with her to die. She didn’t understand why things developed like this.

The sun slowly moved to the middle of the sky, Wei Shuyou was ordered to take Yan Xun to Jiuyoutai to listen to the departure. Yan Xun walked past Chu Qiao’s cell, and Chu Qiao grabbed his leg. Yan Xun asked her to stay here obediently and promised to come back to pick her up. Chu Qiao knew that he was afraid of hurting herself, so she insisted on going with Yan Xun. The two hands intersecting in adversity are clasped tightly, and together they walk towards Jiuyoutai where life and death are unknown.

Yan Xun walked down the steps of the jail step by step. He heard thirty-six bells ringing. This was the etiquette when the emperor’s relatives died. Yan Xun had a guess in his heart, and it seemed that he couldn’t hide what he should come. Chu Qiao followed him firmly, and if he couldn’t escape, then face it together.

At the same time, Wei Guifei took Yuan Chun and Yuan Song to a room on a high place, where you can see Jiuyoutai from a distance. She just wants her children to know that no matter how honorable your status is, if something happens, a bloody blade Close to the neck.

The Jiuyou Stage has been prepared, and the heads of the clan and the respected children are in place. As Deputy Supervisor and Chief Executive, Yu Wenyue had to execute the emperor’s instructions even if he was unwilling in his heart. Supervisor Yu Wenhuai stood on a high platform and read the imperial decree: Ding Beihou was rebellious, thinking that Yan Xun had grown up in the capital since he was a child, and he was not involved in the incident, so that he could identify the offender and be sent lightly.

The soldiers came with boxes with human heads in them. Yu Wenhuai came over with the imperial edict and told Yan Xun that everyone was here except him and his mother. Yan Xun’s eyes were fierce, and he refused to accept the order, desperately breaking free from the guards, his hands were tied, and he hit the imperial edict on the ground with his head. It was this moment that Yu Wenhuai was waiting for, so that he could declare that Yan Xun resisted the decree and was disrespectful, which was equivalent to dealing with an offense.

Among those who used to play with Yan Xun, Zhao Xifeng sat on a high platform to watch the theater, but Wei Shuye was anxious for Yan Xun, shouting for him to pick up the imperial decree and thank the Lord Longen. Wei Shuye knew that this would be cruel to Yan Xun, but only in this way could he save his life. It was noon, and Yu Wenhuai began to roll his name.

Yuwen held the head of Yan Shicheng in his arms, laughed and showed it to Yan Xun. Yan Xun’s anger and hatred reached its limit at this time. His eyes were full of hatred, and his eyes were full of hatred. Yan Xun broke free from the restraint of the guards, struggling to get out of the encirclement, and the guards kept pouring up. Yan Xun was only one person, and hatred overwhelmed reason. He used bare hands to fight with only brute force, and was quickly beaten to the ground and wounded. . Chu Qiao was suppressed aside, and when he saw Yan Xun’s injury, tears were already streaming down his face, distressed.