My country is dying

Chapter 275 Fatal Strike

"So, in that case, I actually saved Wanmin?"

Hou Junli paused: "You can say that."

Mi Le curled his lips: "Then what about the future? Is it inevitable that I will become a victim of power and die?"

Hou Junli patted her head: "No."

"Is there another way?" She blinked her big eyes and asked
Hou Junli smiled slightly: "The living sees life, and the dead sees death. It depends on how you see it."

Mi Le pouted hard, but refused to agree: "You wolves, tigers and leopards, how can I beat you, it must be a dead end!"

Having said that, she leaned back, leaned on his shoulder and looked up at the sky: "Life is so difficult!"

Hou Junli paused for a moment, and was about to say more, but when he turned his head, he saw that she was breathing steadily with her eyes closed, and she had fallen asleep.

His eyes swept over the scars on her neck, and they were cold and piercing.

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Li Zirong was having a nightmare when someone woke her up in the middle of the night.

She was pushed out of the cell roughly by the jailer, only thinking that her time was approaching, she turned her head, but saw a black figure standing above the execution hall, the dark light and shadow fell on the man, and the python robe embroidered with gold thread shone in the firelight The light was shining, which made the man's face majestic and solemn, although she couldn't see his face clearly at all.

Li Zirong claimed to have seen all kinds of people, but she had never seen such a fierce and domineering man in front of her. She suddenly thought of the four words "not angry and self-aggrandizing" in the playbook about the appearance of a high-ranking person, which probably referred to the person in front of her. this person.

But she is Li Zirong, she has never seen anything in the world, even if she is in hell, even if the Yama Rakshasa sits in front of her, she dares to break through!
Ignoring the oncoming ice skates, Li Zirong stood still in the center of the execution hall, and looked at the people above: "After changing clothes, the aura is really different. I, Li Zirong, can be defeated by the current king regent." Li, convinced, am I right, Mr. Hou?"

"Li Gu, in the 13th year of Taiyuan, he served as the censor of Jiangdu and was in charge of salt transportation. At that time, Jinyan Kingdom was in war with foreign enemies. Li Gu was ordered to supervise the transportation of grain, grass and salt to the military camp, but he was captured by the enemy on the way. Li Gu returned without a hair. It was not damaged, and the salt transport was not destroyed, but when the frontier soldiers ate the salt he brought, they were dehydrated in large areas, which caused the entire army to be almost wiped out when fighting the enemy."

"Whether he is collaborating with the enemy or not, regardless of whether he is framed or not, but as the supervisor of the salt transport, it is his responsibility to have an accident in the salt transport. It is his responsibility to entrap tens of thousands of frontier soldiers. The crime of the Manchu is already a light sentence. .”

Hou Junli was in the top position, without even moving his body, he threw a memorial book in front of her: "This is your father's self-crime statement, with your father's signature, handprint and Official seal, see for yourself."

Li Zirong stared blankly at the playbook under her feet. She had thought of thousands of excuses and was ready to fight this battle, but she didn't expect that she would lose the battle without fighting. The opponent was completely out of her parry range. Come is the fatal blow.

Li Zirong slowly picked up the playbook from the ground, and what flashed through her mind was the words that her father taught her when she was young by holding her hand.

"Pear, the pear of the pear blossom, may my Ronger be born with the appearance of a pear blossom, and be as white and pure as a pear blossom for the rest of her life."

When she was a child, she forgot the characters that her father had learned while holding her hand, but only this sentence and the name did not forget.

Li, it is indeed his father Li Gu's handwriting.

　I was in a bad mood yesterday, which affected everyone. I will update the article in the future, thank you everyone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)