Love in Another Life: My Gentle Tyrant

The one he loves most.

There's footsteps coming in.

She looked up and Zhang Jin knelt on the floor. The wound on her chest had been wrapped up and the medicine smelled dispersed. She thought that Xu Xu had taken care of the wound for him.

“Zhang Jin thanked Mother for saving her life.” The writer's voice was slightly choked.

“Sir, you don't have to thank me. Xuan wants to talk to you about something. ”

Lifting her eyes, she touched the white mantle where her hands were pressed tightly and the slightly bare shoulder, and immediately lowered her head, "said Ma'am. ”

“What was the exam for that day, sir? ”

“Don't be afraid of your mother laughing for the good of the people. ”

Xuan encouraged a smile, "Hmm. ”

“In fact, when the Emperor asks you, he gives you peace of mind and admonishes you, what if a partisan does not always greet you well? Unless one day Mr. is strong enough not to have to rely on anyone. ”

Zhang entered his heart and raised his head voluntarily.

The face of the cuckoo was terribly white.

“Without a fight of temper, the Great One of Man shall be the nation. ”

Cold sweat suddenly swept back, Zhang Jin heavily slapped down, “Mother said today, Zhang Jin must remember her heart for the rest of her life. ”

“Can I ask you one last thing, sir, to find a dress for the walrus? ”

Living in the suburbs, he ran home and asked his wife, Liu Shi, to take the latest clothes, and also to take the large clothes he had been unable to wear.

“What time is it? ”

“Return to your mother at sunrise. ”

He was also surprised when his words dropped. The military aircraft had long been issued with documents, and this year he was executed at the hour of his death.

He was still trembling, his horses hissing, his footsteps suddenly coming in.

“By reference to the execution of a prisoner. ”

Wind and snow are urgent.

A sergeant from Weiwu was escorting the convoy, on both sides of Long Street, and thousands of people flocked.

The blood on her lower body was still tickling, and she laughed bitterly and had to put more clothes in it to keep her from being too lumpy.

Stones, melons and vegetables were smashed in the face. Every time a prisoner rolls over, there is one more wound on his body.

Adults, children, both men and women have a despicable and hateful face.

“Psst, evil.” Several women chased the van and spat at her, "Foxy. ”

“That's a traitor, just like her father! ”

Someone resented her and threw the stone at her, and the child spit at her with the adult.

“Smash this bitch! ”

A wave of sound beat a wave, countless people followed behind the convoy, and two officers of the prison department of the unit had to stop Mahler from turning the rope and take the guards to disperse some of the angry crowds.

Forgive me, Xuan was still bruised with a glance, the corner of her eyes, the blood on her forehead fell down, a face as white as a dead man and covered with blood, but her mouth still curled with a smile.

Zhang Jin on the side couldn't help but yell: “Enough, she's just a weak woman. ”

A stone was thrown at Zhang's forehead corner, rubbing a blood mark.

“Walking dog!” Some scorn.

“Sir, step aside.” Xuan turned to Zhang Jin and shook his head slowly.

Hold the car tight with your hands and open your teeth: “I don't believe you will treason. ”

Shut your head and say nothing.

All of a sudden, the officer in front was surprised when he rode from the front, and the rider hurried to the side of the car, throwing a whip and rolling up several pieces of gravel.