Wear it quickly, she's beautiful

Chapter 186 Ghost Festival 59
She suddenly remembered one thing.

——Mo Xia should execute the death penalty today.

"Come here, prepare the sedan chair, this princess is going to the execution ground."

Zi Ling looked up at the sky and ordered.

It's just the end of the hour, so it's still too late to rush over to have a look.

The ancients generally chose three o'clock in the noon when the sun hung in the middle of the sky and the shadow on the ground was the shortest.Because this is the time of the day when the "yang energy" is at its peak.

The ancients believed that killing was a "shady matter". No matter whether the person who was killed deserved his crime or not, his ghost would always come to haunt the judge who sentenced him, the official who supervised the beheading, the executioner and the people related to his execution.Therefore, execution when the yang energy is at its peak can restrain ghosts from appearing.

The subordinates are ordered to prepare immediately.

It is actually a short distance from the apse of the imperial palace to the execution ground outside the palace, Zi Ling rushed there in a hurry, just in time to see Mo Xia being pushed onto the execution platform by the jailer.

Many people surrounded the scene, and the people under the execution platform were all common people, men, women, old and young. They gathered around and pointed at the thin and pale woman on the execution platform, discussing a lot.

Numerous officials were lined up neatly around the execution platform, and a gray case was placed in the middle, and the supervisor and beheading officer sat behind the case.The execution ground was heavily guarded by soldiers, and everyone was indifferent.

Mo Xia was pushed towards the center of the execution platform, and as soon as her footsteps stepped out of the shadows, warm sunshine came across the surface.

Mo Xia closed her eyes and tilted her head. She raised her hand to cover the glare of the light. The iron chain on her wrist was rattling, and everyone's eyes were on her.

Zi Ling went in from the side, and a crowd of court ladies and eunuchs behind her successfully distracted everyone's attention. The supervisor saw her and immediately got up to greet her.

"My minister has seen the princess."

The execution time was approaching, the supervisor and executioner just bent down and made a simple salute, and then didn't ask anything, just arranged for someone to take a seat next to him and sat back behind his case.

Someone brought a chair over, Zi Ling sat down, and Ling Yue dismissed the redundant palace maids and eunuchs to stand by the chair alone.

As soon as Zi Ling sat down, she saw Mo Xia looking over. Her eyes were very dark and big. When she saw her, her pupils dilated slightly, bursting out with a bone-piercing hatred!

Originally she was extremely vivid and beautiful, but she acted so coquettishly and domineeringly in the past that people dare not look directly at her.

But now, there is only bleakness, desolation and hatred in those beautiful eyes, and the sun can't shine through, reflecting deep unwillingness.

"Mo Ling! You bitch, even if this princess is a ghost, she won't let you go!"

Mo Xia spoke viciously.

Zi Ling leaned back in his chair and looked back without fear.

People should always be responsible for their actions.

According to Buddhism, karma reincarnates, and if you make a mistake, you will always be punished.

However, Zi Ling does not fully agree with this sentence, because some people are born lucky, even if they make mistakes, they may not necessarily be punished.

Just like in the original plot, the original owner was killed by Mo Xia in the Leng Gong, and not only did she not suffer retribution, but instead married a general, powerful, powerful and love Sanfengshou and became the winner in life?

So in fact, nothing is absolute. In the final analysis, there are only four words - winner and loser.

Before Mo Xia had time to stare at Ziling for a few more times, she was pushed and shoved by the soldiers to kneel in the center of the execution platform. From Ziling's position, she could only see her profile.

The executioner came onto the stage with a knife, and Zi Ling noticed that Mo Xia's pupils suddenly shrank rapidly.

Zi Ling squinted suspiciously, followed Mo Xia's gaze, and saw a somewhat familiar man standing on the high steps opposite.

He was wearing a dark brocade suit, with handsome features, his long years in the military camp made him look a bit sharp, and his skin was tanned to a tanned color.

Different from ordinary sons of aristocratic families, this is a very tasteful man.

　#small theater#
　　Mo Xia: My baby has been locked up for a month, and I finally have to go offline to get a lunch box. I feel so complicated

　　Xiaoxiao: Tiger touching~
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