Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1899

Chapter 1899

Qiu Zhiyan's questioning was like a blunt knife cutting into Jiang Shuyuan's flesh.

He was an orphan, with a surname from one of the hundreds of families. He took the surname of whoever gave him food.

In the end, he changed his surname to Jiang Zhongxin's and became Jiang Zhongxin's adopted son.

In his mind, Jiang Zhongxin is kind, generous, and righteous.

That is his role model and his god.

Jiang Shuyuan remembered that when he was ten years old, he collapsed in the snow due to hunger, and it was Jiang Zhongxin's cloak that wrapped his frozen body; he remembered that when he was injured during martial arts training, his adoptive father applied the golden medicine on his wounds; he also remembered the warmth of the man's palm on the back of his hand when he taught him to write the two words "loyalty and righteousness".

One day, Jiang Shuyuan discovered that his adoptive father was hypocritical and had a dirty face hidden under his righteous appearance.

He angrily asked Jiang Zhongxin, why? Why did you destroy the beautiful image in his mind?

Jiang Zhongxin told him that appearances are for the world to see, and that only happiness is life. He also told him that the bigwigs in the temple and the court, who doesn't read the books of sages while drinking blood and chewing bones?

At that moment, Jiang Shuyuan's sky collapsed and everything in front of his eyes was dark.

Jiang Zhongxin was not afraid of his adopted son exposing him at all, because his adopted son's life belonged to him.

In fact, Jiang Shuyuan did not expose Jiang Zhongxin. He just asked to be transferred to the Black River Valley, where he wore the thinnest clothes, ate the bitterest food, and lived the hardest life.

Jiang Zhongxin let him do what he wanted and just told him, "You can come back anytime you want. It's just a matter of a word from me. When you are willing to come back to me, you have to help me do things."

Jiang Shuyuan never came back until Jiang Zhongxin got into trouble. As his adopted son, he couldn't just ignore it.

However, Jiang Shuyuan disagreed with the idea of ​​some of his close confidants to "make things bigger". He knew better than anyone that everything his adoptive father had done over the years was immoral and unjust.

But he should not be executed on the spot, but should be taken to the capital for trial - this is the only thing he can do as an adopted son.

But he couldn't say these words and could only keep them in his heart. In the end, he silently responded to the request of his confidants to "stand up for his adoptive father."

At this time, the confidants turned their heads anxiously to look at the sky, waiting for the agreed signal.

Once the fireworks of the city defense camp rise, they will immediately take action - rush to the execution platform and rescue Jiang Zhongxin at all costs.

But no one expected that the execution ground had already been set up with a dragnet. The princess's personal guards surrounded the execution platform like an iron barrel, and the fourth son of the Zheng family was also beheaded with a single blow.

Looking at the city wall again, there were arrows everywhere and archers showed their arrowheads in unison. The cold light was so blinding that one could not open their eyes.

They knew that this rescue attempt had ultimately failed.

The henchmen froze in place, veins bulging on their hands gripping the knife handles, but they ultimately did not dare to take another step forward.

Jiang Shuyuan stared at the blood on the execution platform that had not yet dried, and his Adam's apple rolled. He slowly raised his head, his eyes becoming colder and colder, "Is what I said right? Should my adoptive father be sent to the capital for trial?"

Qiu Zhiyan curled up the corners of his mouth into a meaningful smile and suddenly clapped his hands twice.

The crisp applause was particularly harsh in the solemn execution ground. The guard stepped forward, grabbed the prisoner who was kneeling in the middle of the execution platform, and roughly pushed aside his long hair.

Jiang Shuyuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

Behind him, he heard the intermittent gasps from his confidants.

That blood-stained face was not Jiang Zhongxin!

Qiu Zhiyan then brushed off his sleeves slowly and glanced at the audience. "Don't worry, everyone. As you wish, the criminal Jiang Zhongxin..." He deliberately dragged out his tone, "has been escorted back to Beijing for trial."