Zhao Lingfei, Zhao Qian'er and Li Bai remained calm and silent, looking at her.

Only Zhu Yourong nodded slightly under the woman's sincere gaze.

Dugu Chanyi sighed softly, turned around immediately, no longer looked at the miserable Zhang Huizhi on the ground, and directly took the hand of the lost little emperor and walked off the stage.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." Zhang Huizhi, who was lying on the ground, tried his best to raise his head, coughing blood and crawled towards the departing figures of Dugu Chanyi and Li Wangque.

However, the two men did not turn their heads at all, and the officials in the audience looked at Zhang Huizhi with cold eyes and disgust, and they all looked away, like the god of plague, avoiding him.

Including... the old censor who came forward in the first place.

"Old Censor Cheng." Zhu Yourong suddenly said to the old man in the audience.

When the female gentleman from the academy called his name, the old man, who was also a Confucian scholar, had to reply. He stopped respectfully, raised his hands and answered, "I'm here, old man."

"Are you familiar with the "Dali Regulations"?"

The old censor bowed even more, "It's familiar."

Zhu Yourong did not look at him in the audience, but put his hands behind his back, looked down at Zhang Huizhi, and said calmly: "If I remember correctly, Tzuyu still resigned from the court. According to the law of your court, he persecuted and betrayed his colleagues in the officialdom and deliberately killed people.

, how to deal with it?”

The old censor took one last look at his former colleagues on the stage, closed his eyes for a breath, opened his eyes and nodded:

"Lingchi."

The old man's voice was extremely cold.

Zhang Huizhi's body trembled.

The old censor scolded Zhang Huizhi, feeling ashamed that he had just stood up for the traitor.

The old censor hid his face and retreated.

Zhang Huizhi had stopped crawling forward. He lay on the ground beside the feet of Zhu Yourong, Zhao Lingfei and others, his eyes lifeless.

Zhao Qian'er followed the young lady and watched indifferently what happened in a short period of time.

She glanced at Zhang Huizhi's numb and dull expression, and somewhat understood Mr. Zhu's behavior and the message given by the lady just now.

Zhao Qian'er just couldn't bear the verbosity of Dugu Chanyi and others, so she sent a message to Zhao Lingfei, urging Zhang Huizhi to be interrogated quickly and not to waste any more time.

Although the lady had silently sent a message to her before, saying that Mr. Bai was also here. Although he did not show his true body, he was searching for Zhao Rong non-stop. If there is any news, they would be notified as soon as possible.

But Xiao Qian'er was still impatient. Every time she let the traitor and scumbag in front of her live for one more second, she felt a little guilty towards Brother Rong'er.

However, the lady still stopped her and chose to continue to cooperate with Mr. Zhu.

Thinking of this, Zhao Qianer glanced at the profile of the young lady in front of her who was calmly looking down at the man on the ground...

Zhao Lingfei: "One day when I was taking a nap in the afternoon, Rong'er brother was leaning on my leg and chatting. I asked him on a whim, if it would be like what is said in every story book, and the sweet horse will eventually leave Qingmei, such as empathizing with Tian.

Brother Ronger pretended to be angry and flicked my forehead, but then he still smiled and said to me... First of all, this possibility of error was eliminated, and then he mentioned death...

"Brother Rong'er said that there are three kinds of death for a person, one is social death, one is ideal death, and the other is physical death.

"When almost everyone spurns or forgets him, he dies socially; when the beliefs and ideals he clings to in his heart are all gone, he dies ideally; and when he stops breathing and loses the last trace of heat in his body, he dies physically.

"Most of the time what people in the world call death refers to the third kind of physical death.

"However, for some people, social death and ideal death are more painful than physical death. This is also the meaning of a person's constant existence..."

The lady then paused for a moment and then said softly: "Brother Rong'er said that if one day he really leaves, but as long as you and I live a good life for him and don't forget him, then he will always be by our side."

At this moment, he could not hold back the words that flashed through his mind. Zhao Qian'er lowered her head and pursed her lips.

Zhao Lingfei, who had been quiet all this time, nodded towards Zhu Yourong, who had completely forced Zhang Huizhi to death.

She raised her steps and walked towards Zhang Huizhi.

This tall woman has a purple sword on her shoulder, and purple energy surrounds her body. She stares coldly at the miserable scholar on the ground who has been abandoned by everyone and whose ideals are dead:

"You still have a small chance."

Xiao Qian'er held up a Zhe Lei and walked to Zhang Huizhi's wife and son in a tacit understanding, looking at him indifferently.

He will definitely die, but there is a chance that he will not die completely, for example, leaving behind two close relatives who can remember him.

Zhang Huizhi nodded numbly like a zombie. He lowered his head and took out a well-maintained jade jade from the Siqi scholar.

In addition to being a symbol of scholar status, it is also an exquisite sumeru object.

Zhang Huizhi took out something from the jade biscuits and silently placed it on the ground in front of him.

This is a man's... arm.

On the high platform, the air suddenly solidified.

Solidification in the truest sense.

The first time they saw this severed arm, Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Qianer trembled all over.

There was water vapor in the air around them that solidified into ice.

Even Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong, who had always been calm, could no longer bear it when they saw his broken arm.

Without waiting for Zhang Huizhi to explain, the three women immediately stepped forward and came to his side.

Zhao Lingfei shook the small purple sword on her shoulder, and a circle of purple mist exploded, covering the three women and Zhang Huizhi who was kneeling on the ground.

Everyone in the audience looked at each other in shock because they had lost sight of the stage.

But the next second.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-!"

A tragic roar belonging to Zhang Huizhi came from the purple mist in the center of the high platform!

This purple mist made no waves at all.

"Noise." Zhao Lingfei's plain voice came.

There is a terrifying murderous intention suppressed in the plainness.

As if he had followed his words, the next second, the purple mist rolled and Zhang Huizhi's howling disappeared.

It's like... the sound is blocked.

"Miss."

Xiao Qian'er's voice came out from the purple mist that made it difficult to see clearly.

"Brother Rong'er's whereabouts are important, don't let him die first, kill him... let me come later."

She said softly.

Zhao Lingfei: "Yeah."

Immediately, Ziwu fell into silence again, and except for Zhang Hui, even the voices of the three women were no longer heard.

Everyone in the audience was extremely curious, but they had no choice but to wait patiently.

It was about half a cup of tea.

In the center of the high platform, the purple mist that had been calm suddenly started to ripple.

The room is filled with purple energy.

Three figures belonging to women walked out of it one after another, but Zhang Huizhi was missing and remained behind in the purple aura.

Each of the three women held a man's arm in their hands.

Three women walked out with three arms.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong casually threw their arms on the ground like garbage.

In the purple mist behind him, Zhang Huizhi's weak and painful breathing could be faintly heard.
Chapter completed!