Chapter 102 – Sending Chen Pingping in the Rain

The rain in early fall was getting heavier and heavier, falling on the ground and blooming into splashes, falling on the body and wetting the lapel, and falling on the heart with incomparable coldness. The square in front of the palace was covered by the misty rain, and all that could be seen was a wet world.

Everyone’s eyes are looking at the small wooden platform in the autumn rain, looking at the two people on the stage, surrounded by a dead silence, I do not know what kind of emotion is infected by the control, no one to speak, no one action, just so looking, eyes through the heavy rain, cohesion on the stage.

Hundreds of thousands of forbidden army, the inner court experts and those Qing Temple of asceticism, so tense and solemn by the rain, as stiff as a wooden man.

Previously, in just a split second, several people had already died in Lord Fan’s hands, and the most crucial thing was that the rain was falling in such a bitterly cold manner, so they didn’t know what colors of emotions were shining in the eyes of the Nine to Five Supreme Being at the palace’s city gate.

Yan Bingyun had already reacted from the shock he felt earlier when he first saw Fan Xian’s figure, and lowered his head, beginning to prepare for what might happen next, and in a very low voice, commanding his most loyal subordinates around him, which were muffled in the rain so that no one could hear them, yet a few of the Procuratorate’s spies, dressed in ordinary garb, had already begun to squeeze their way through the crowd in the direction of the legal arena.

The officials and people, all of them were stunned by the scene of Fan Xian’s hooves stepping on blood, pulling out his sword in the rain, and unclothing himself over the old man’s body, while the first person to react was He Zongwei, who had the highest status under the palace and was in charge of overseeing the execution at this time.

When Fan Xian rode into the sea of people, he had already reacted, using the fastest speed, the most inconspicuous movement, quietly leaving the range of the small wooden platform, hiding his figure behind the officials and guards. Across many masters, his eyes penetrated through those wet shoulder hats and hats, looking at the small wooden platform where Fan Xian was alone and forlornly holding Chen Pingping’s skinny body, He Zongwei’s eyes flashed with a trace of complex emotions. He just didn’t want to die, but he had to let the old and young people on the wooden platform die.

There were many people who didn’t want to die. At this moment, Fan Xian on the wooden platform was permeated with a palpitating chill, which actually made the cold autumn rain in the sky and earth unable to suppress it, and all the people subconsciously left the wooden platform. Eunuch Yao has already retreated to the team, he does not want to be the next to be used by the young master to sacrifice Chen Pingping’s straw dog.

Several corpses fell scattered around the wooden platform, the blood was swiftly washed out of color by the autumn rain, the executioner of the Ministry of Justice who was trembling and holding a sharp knife, but instead became the closest person at the bottom of the steps of the wooden platform. He looked at Little Lord Fan on the stage, and found that Little Lord Fan was deeply bowing his head, holding Old Dean Chen tightly in his arms, seemingly unable to perceive any of the rest of the sound rattling between heaven and earth, and filled with horror, he quietly retreated towards the bottom of the wooden dais.

Only two steps back, this executioner’s throat was broken with a click, the head fell heavily into the rain, and the headless body also fell down the stage with a heavy thud.

The surrounding crowd was startled, gazing at the stage, and only those with extremely high cultivation were able to notice that Fan Xian’s hand had moved slightly in that earlier moment, and a black dagger flew out before falling into the rain.

Fan Xian sat cross-legged on top of the wooden platform, sitting in the midst of all the gazes, but it was as if he couldn’t perceive any gazes at all, he was just hugging Chen Pingping’s body, burying his head extremely low and letting the rain sprinkle down from his own head and body, with his back slightly rickety, looking extremely depressed.

The weight of the old man’s body in his arms was very light, and holding it in his arms was like holding a ball of wind, which might fall apart at any time. Under the slightly disorganized hair, Fan Xian’s pale face twitched slightly, and subconsciously reached out and held Chen Pingping’s cold and old hand, holding it tightly and refusing to let go.

The old man did not know how much suffering he had experienced in this life, half a lifetime of disability, the body’s qi and blood had long been exhausted, when he was being lynched today, each knife went down, in addition to the pain, did not burst out too much blood, however, the torture of so many knives, still let the blood and water could not be stopped to converge in one place, wet Fan Xian over his body’s black Supervisory Yuan uniforms, some viscous, some hot, and some hot hands.

In the midst of the fall rain, Fan Xian gently hugged his thin body for fear of letting him suffer any more pain, and tightly held his cold hands for fear of letting him go just like that.

“If you refuse to come back, who can make you come back? What are you dragging me around Dongyi City for?” Fan Xian hissed and whispered, his withered lips were white from the rain and somewhat peeling, looking very pitiful, “I’ve been working hard all these years for whom I’ve been busy for, not just thinking that you old guys can leave Kyoto and live a good life to go, and I’ve been trying …… ”

“You know I know everything.” Fan Xian’s head lowered a bit more, gently leaning against the old man’s wrinkled cheek, his body gently rocking amidst the rain, as if he was coaxing the old man in his arms to sleep.

His hand suddenly tightened, the old man’s hand gripped Fan Xian’s hand with all his might, yet all of his life’s strength could not even grip a hand tightly at this time, not knowing whether he was not willing to let go of something, or was afraid of something, then in this sky full of rain and wind, full of blood and water, he wanted to hold on to something.

Like a knife slowly tearing his heart, Fan Xian looked at the old man in his arms with cold fear, knowing that the other party could no longer hold on, and subconsciously gripped that hand tightly, even gripping it so hard that his fingers began to whiten and start to faintly ache.

Chen Pingping’s cloudy and scattered gaze moved slowly through the rain, saw the familiar palace, saw the rain-clouded sky, saw the blurry imperial figure at the head of the palace, but couldn’t see that person’s face clearly, and then he saw Fan Xian’s face beside his own, and a hint of a smile flashed in the old man’s cloudy but clear eyes.

The old man knew that he was going to leave the world in which he had lived all his life, and his eyes gradually dimmed, and he was somewhat unable to hear any sound in heaven and earth, and the light in front of his eyes gradually transformed into some strange shapes and forms.

In this instant, perhaps this legendary life of his flashed rapidly in front of his eyes like a slide, the little eunuch, the East China Sea, that woman, the Supervisory Board, the Black Horseman, yet another woman, the dead, the conspiracy, the vengeance, all sorts of images flickered by in front of his eyes, composing a white line that one did not dare to look at directly. Yet no one knew exactly what he saw before he died, what he wanted to see the most–

Was it the mud splashed up during the fights in King Cheng’s Mansion? Is it a branch of plum blooming in the winter of Taiping courtyard? Is it the small fish swimming freely in the shallow pool in the backyard of the square and gloomy building of the Procuratorate? Is it a court shirt in the mountains of the north? Or is it the little boy in Tanyu City who has placed all his feelings and hopes for the rest of his life?

In the sound of the wind and rain, Chen Pingping suddenly heard some sounds again, it was the sound of singing, it was the sound of delicate and familiar singing, it was the sound of singing that he had heard countless times in the Chen Garden. Those concubines are beautiful, those songs are beautiful, the old man this life in the darkness of the sinking cold, but has the most tender collection of beautiful love beautiful wish. If tragedy is to destroy the beauty of the world for people to see, then Chen Pingping in this life is just destroying what he thinks is ugly and dirty, plunging into the ugly and dirty, and then looking at all the beautiful things from afar.

“If you hear the sound of rain, who is in a cheerful mood? Climbing over hill after hill, the rain is laced with happy songs. If I hear the song, my mood will be quickened ……”

This was a song that the women in Chen Garden used to love, and it rang in Chen Pingping’s ears again in the wind and rain, he opened his eyes with difficulty, looking at these people in this sky and on this earth, and listening to this delicate voice, his bloodless lips opened and closed slightly, as if he was singing along, but he did not make a sound.

Chen Pingping suddenly looked at Fan Xian and asked, “Box ……?”

Fan Xian smiled extremely hard and said in the old man’s ear, “It’s a gun, a firearm that can kill people from a long distance.”

This was probably the last question Chen Pingping had in his life, so he asked it at the last moment. Hearing Fan Xian’s answer, the old man’s eyes glowed slightly, as if he hadn’t expected this answer, a little surprised and a little relieved, ho-ho-hoing in his throat, gasping for breath sharply, a trace of coldness and arrogance surfaced on his face and said:

“This …… stuff …… I …… also have.”

Fan Xian did not say anything, just skip sitting in the middle of the autumn rain, gently hugging him, gently shaking his head, feeling this pale body in his arms getting softer and softer, the pale palms of his hands held tightly in the palm of his hands are getting cooler and cooler until the very end, there is no longer any temperature.

Chen Pingping died, died in the autumn rain in the arms of the little boy he cherished the most, he knew the truth about the box before he died, his face still wore a touch of chilly arrogance, unbeatable look.

Fan Xian woodenly hugged the gradually cold body, lowered his head against the old man’s cold face and whispered something, suddenly felt that this sky full of wind and rain are like knives, cutting his own body, making himself in pain, difficult to bear, this pain burst from his heart, toward every inch of the skin forward, as if lynching, and in the end finally exploded out.

In the autumn rain on the small wooden platform, suddenly burst out a big cry, crying heart-breaking, crying torn liver and lungs, crying sad pressure autumn rain dare not fall, crying ten thousand people can not bear to listen to ……

Since he was reborn twenty years ago, Fan Xian never cried, even if there were a few times when his eyes were wet, he was also strongly suppressed. No one in the world had ever seen him cry, and no one had ever seen him cry so completely, so sadly, with thousands of emotions, all of which were cathartically released in this loud cry.

The tears could not blur his face, but only washed away all the dust that remained on his face, the dust that the autumn rain could not even wash away.

Just as the autumn rain could not be stopped, the tears could not be stopped either, and just gushed out of his eyes along with endless sadness.

The cry of grief on the small wooden platform of the court pierced through the autumn wind and rain, spreading to every corner of the palace, piercing into everyone’s ears, not knowing how many people’s hearts were suddenly mournful and chilled.

However, this sound fell on certain people’s ears, but it gave birth to a strong sense of fear, in addition to being a clear signal.

Old Dean Chen had finally died.

I don’t know if there will be because of this fact and secretly rejoice, or a big sigh of relief, however, the officials in the storm, none of them in the face of any emotion, sadness may have in some eyes flashed, and more is to maintain a solemn and slightly nervous, and the bottom of the heart that a faint touch of confusion.

One of the pillars of the Daqing Dynasty was thus broken, those who were pressurized by the darkness of the Supervisory Yuan for dozens of years were somewhat unable to catch their breath, and the civil officials who were as if they were in flames in the courtroom disputes, suddenly felt a chill in their hearts. The old ancestor of the Supervisory Yuan died just like this? They seemed to have difficulty accepting this fact for a while, because in their eyes, this terrifying figure whose body was covered in black mist seemed like he could never die.

Countless people thought of countless images because of Chen Pingping’s death, images about Qing Guo during these decades of wind and rain. No one dared to deny the achievements that Chen Pingping had built up for the kingdom of Qing. In this long scroll of history, the thick black ink balls that were used to punctuate the eyes were this person and the Supervisory Yuan that this person had built; without these ink balls, how could this long scroll have any spirit?

When Fan Xian’s cry penetrated through the wind and rain and arrived at the head of the imperial palace, no one noticed that His Majesty the Emperor of the Kingdom of Qing, who was dressed in a dragon robe and had an extremely subtle movement, his whole body slightly owed a little bit forward, about only the distance of two fingers, and a moment later, His Majesty the Emperor forcefully re-straightened his waist, and kept his merciless face and the bloody flavor of the rain in the court of law, to the initial level. forensic field, keeping again to the initial distance.

And surely no one noticed His Majesty the Emperor’s hands hidden in the sleeves of his dragon robe slowly clenching.

At this moment, watching his old companion and servant who had followed him for decades die, that old man who had watched him go from an insignificant son to the most glorious and powerful man in the whole world, just like this, what did the emperor think in his heart? How did the emperor feel? Is it a kind of emptiness from the deepest part of his heart, or is it a kind of anger that even he himself can’t tell where it comes from?

Yan Bingyun under the palace’s city head lowered his head deeply, lower than all the officials beside him, his body towards the direction of the court, through the rain curtain, he could still see the apathetic and wooden appearance of young Lord Fan holding the old dean’s body. His body trembled slightly, thinking of the words that the old dean had once said to himself in that square building of the Procuratorate, an unknown amount of time ago.

One day, I am going to die, Fan Xian is going to go crazy ……

Yan Bingyun raised his head haughtily, took a deep breath, wiped the rainwater from his face, and continued to secretly issue orders to all parties. Those secret agents hidden in the crowd watching the execution could strike at any time, compressing the madness that was likely to happen next into a minimal range. Of course, Yan Bingyun preferred that none of this would happen.

The person was dead, and although the sentence of lynching had not been completed in its entirety, the executioner had been cut in half by Fan Xian with a grudge, so naturally there was no need to continue. The autumn rain still landed in that same dismal manner, but no one left the square in front of the palace, as if everyone knew what might happen immediately afterward.

The ascetics who surrounded the court slowly approached the small wooden platform, the hats on their heads covering the rain that fell from the sky and hiding the original expressions on their faces. Fan Xian seemed as if he could not sense the danger below the stage, and was just sitting on the wooden platform in a somewhat ignorant manner, still holding Chen Pingping’s body and not putting it down.

Tears have been mixed with the rain, gradually stopped, Fan Xian suddenly stood up, just a little shaky, it seems that the days and nights of thousands of miles of Mercedes-Benz, has already let him consumed to the extreme, and today this straight stabbed the heart of the anger and sadness, but also let his heart and soul some signs of exhaustion.

However, the figure in the rain on the wooden platform swayed, but it caused those people around the wooden platform to be alarmed and subconsciously move back half a body position.

Fan Xian indifferently held Chen Pingping’s body and walked towards the bottom of the wooden platform, not even glancing at these people, as if these people just didn’t exist.

And these people surrounded the wooden platform, waiting for an order from the nine-to-five on the imperial palace.

His Majesty the Emperor looked at this scene under the Imperial City with a pale face, extremely complex emotions flashing through his deep eyes. From the beginning of the Hanging Temple incident, his admiration for Fan Xian had been based on the fact that this son was a man of love and righteousness, and today, although he had not expected Fan Xian to actually make it back, he did not find it strange to see this scene.

Even our Emperor’s Majesty was not worried, in his heart, he thought that An Zhi was a poor child who had been blinded by Chen Pingping, the old black dog. Probably An Zhi until today does not know how much Chen Pingping wants to kill him, wants to kill all my sons, wants to make me cut off my children and grandchildren …… But when he looked at Fan Xian s depressed figure, the emperor still could not be suppressed some sadness and anger, sadness at what Fan Xian showed, anger at Chen Pingping this old dog even if he is dead, but still easily took away his favorite son’s heart.

Just like that woman who has been dead for many years.

The emperor was silent for a long time, and the injuries that had been forcibly suppressed by him gradually cracked because of the agitation of his heart and mind, and blood seeped from his chest and abdomen to the dragon robe outside, which was particularly shocking.

He flicked both sleeves and left the palace town with a cold face.

Below the palace, Fan Xian held Chen Pingping’s body and left the small wooden platform that was drenched through with rain and blood, and walked in the direction of the west side of the square, walking extraordinarily slowly and heavily, and up to this point, he did not even glance towards the palace city head.

His Majesty had already left, no one in this world dared to stop in front of Fan Xian anymore, all the people subconsciously gave way, the crowd was like the sea being chopped open by a sword, the waves gradually rose up, separating a path where the reef could be seen.

In the rain, Fan Xian hugged Chen Pingping and left.