Chapter 83: The baby boy dies

The city gate outside Kyoto is surrounded by tall Qionggong under the green trees, and a gorgeous carriage parked there, just a curtain made of plain cloth, which looks so generous and simple.

"Empress, are you really leaving Kyoto? Are you leaving Anguo?" Dingxiang said reluctantly in the carriage. She sat next to her beloved man An Hu.

Dingxiang and An Hu have been engaged. They are preparing to get married next year. There is already a small house outside Kyoto, so they can't leave with An Nuanori. The two of them came to see An Nuanori off for An Nuanori and the small cake.

"Don't worry, but you and An Hu live a good life." An Nuanzhi smiled.

Life is nothing more than hurting parting, but she is very happy for Dingxiang. Dingxiang finally found the destination and love of life. What is the happier thing than staying with the person you love until old age?

"Don't think that Lilac is too little, this is a red envelope for you." An Nuanzhi handed Dingliu something with a smile.

"Empress, this is not allowed." Dingxiang was at a loss. She looked at the thick envelope and couldn't help but wink An Hu.

An Hu hurriedly knelt down and said, "Empress, it is already a great kindness for you to put together the lilac and the slave together. You really can't get so much gift."

"Hold it!"

"I'll use it in my life in the future!"

"Just treat this as a way for you to give it to your future baby?"

"Empress..." Dingxiang's cheeks were flushed and she looked particularly pretty in the setting sun.

An Hu was stunned and stunned. His little bride was so beautiful. An Nuanzhi smiled and took the opportunity to stuff the red envelope into Dingxiang's arms.

Dingxiang couldn't refuse anymore, so Qian Enxiang accepted it.

The two young couple got off the carriage, and the rest of the road needed An Nuanji to take Xiaocai and his mother and son.

The lilac shed tears several times, and she was reluctant to leave her, while An Nuanzhi's eyes were also slightly red.

This place is her favorite Kyoto after all. Speaking of three lives, she experienced the lingering relationship with Luo until she was separated, tasted the abusive love with Murong Wuhen, and then suffered from each other with Lan Nian'an. Finally, she came to Anguo. It was the happiest and happiest time in her life. Perhaps even if her body left, her heart would still remain here.

When she thought of Lan Nian'an, An Nuanzhi looked behind the carriage reluctantly. She hoped that a miracle would happen. Her An could bring people to chase her and tell her not to leave. But this is reality, not a novel. She did not wait for him in the end, and she didn't even have a few words from him. This is what made people even more heartbreaking.

"Nanzhi, you are so fragile." The mother and son were connected to each other. The little cake immediately noticed An Nuzhi's expression was strange, and couldn't help but say with a ridicule.

"Haha." An Nuanzhi was speechless. The child spoke like a little adult every time. Who taught him so many words?

Just as she was thinking, An Nuanzhi suddenly felt her fat little hand gently placed on her head, and Xiaocai suddenly smiled sly.

"Come on, touch your head, you can't be scared."

An Nuanzhi was speechless. Who did Xiaocai learn these tricks from? When he showed his eccentric appearance, he couldn't help but think of Lan Nian'an. At this moment, the father and son were really in their hearts.

"An Nuanzhi, your bag is bright." Xiaocai suddenly curled her lips and pointed to a navy blue bag beside An Nuanzhi.

An Nuanzhi thought the little cake was joking, and was about to say stop making trouble, but when she turned around, she saw that it was a relic god map. She was sometimes strong and sometimes weak in her bag, and some disorderly light was emitted. These lights were sometimes rapid and sometimes slow, as if they were indicating something, and there was an indescribable weirdness.

"What's going on? This is the first time this situation has happened?" An Nuanzhi frowned, and she suddenly remembered what Taizu Cao En said to her.

"At critical moments, the Relic Gods Picture will guide you where you want to go, you must be careful and careful."

Could it be that the Relic God Picture wanted to tell her something? Thinking of this, An Nuanzhi couldn't help but be confused. She opened the bag and took out the Relic God Picture, but found that it was full of hot and hot, and it was still gushing with heat. This rare phenomenon made An Nuanzhi puzzled her. She was about to observe what was going on when suddenly a horse screamed and neighed outside, and the carriage began to rush.

What happened outside!!!?

An Nuanzhi had a very bad premonition. She told her to keep the cake in the carriage and not to make a sound. She lifted the curtain herself and went out to check it out.

Unexpectedly, before she lifted the curtain, someone broke in and twisted her and Xiaocai out. These people were obviously martial arts masters. An Nuanzhi was a weak woman who could not resist, let alone Xiaocai, and his small body had not fully recovered.

In desperation, An Nuanzhi remained calm in the face of danger. She secretly said the word "典". The image of the relics god was like a piece of cowhide plaster, which was tightly attached to her back, and walked out spiritually with An Nuanzhi.

With the Relics God Picture behind her, An Nuanzhi felt much more at ease, but when she walked out, she realized that it was too early for her to feel at ease, because it was not someone else who appeared in front of her, but Su Fengmei.

"What are you here for?" An Nuanori asked coldly.

"You are my opponent, I'm really not used to it when you leave." Su Fengmei said arrogantly.

An Nuanzhi said in her heart that she was disgusting. The first time she saw such a hypocritical woman.

"Thank you for coming to see me off, but I will live well with my children in the future." An Nuanzhi said lightly.

"Of course I believe this, but since you are leaving, I will still give you a big gift." Su Fengmei's sinister eyes revealed a ray of cold poison. Su Fengmei slapped her hands, and at this time, seven or eight strong men flashed out of them. Some of them were holding poison, some were holding white silk, and some were holding various sharp and terrifying weapons, some of which were not even seen by An Nuanzhi.

"A perverted woman." An Nuanzhi cursed fiercely in her heart. She had never thought that Su Fengmei was so crazy. It seemed that the weapons of these poisonous sects were developed by her own.

"We are all leaving, why don't you let me and my child go?" An Nuanzhi asked back.

"Because... only ghosts in the world will never come back. If you don't die, how can I be sure that you will come back to grab the favor An gave me?" Su Fengmei's smug look was disgusting, and An Nuanori almost vomited it out.

However, An Nuanzhi understood even more that Su Fengmei’s horror is that she is a woman who says what she says and does. She will never let anyone who can threaten her or has threatening potential live in front of her for too long.

"Okay, what do you want to do? I will never allow you to hurt my child!" An Nuanzhi protected the small cake behind her, and the power of her mother made her stronger.

"You wouldn't think I would kill you mother and son easily, right? That would be meaningless..."

Su Fengmei's facial features were twisted and ferocious. She gave a wink at the people behind her and ordered them to take the weapons in her hands.

"There are several ways to die. If you can accept it, I will let your child go." Su Fengmei said proudly.

"Tell me!" An Nuanzhi looked at her eyes fearlessly. Now that we can only protect her children for the time being, no matter what, no matter what we have to pay.

"The first type is called pelleting. It means that you peel off your skin alive. When peeling, cut the skin on the back into two halves with a knife. Use a knife to separate the skin and muscles, and tear them apart like a butterfly spreading its wings. Of course, there is also a method of peeling. The method is to bury the person in the soil, expose only one head, cut a cross with a knife on the top of the head, and then pull the scalp away, and then pour mercury into it. Because the specific gravity of mercury is very heavy, it will pull the muscles and skin apart, and finally the body will jump out of the fixed mouth, leaving only a piece of skin left in the soil..."

"The second type is called a broken saw, which means that you can die with an iron saw. Its miserable situation seems to be the same as Lingchi and skinning. I wonder which one do you prefer?"

Su Fengmei paused and said quietly.

"Of course, there are more than these two things. Another method is to fill lead. The lead is very hot after heating. Whether it is filled with tin or lead, it can burn people to death. Moreover, the melted tin or lead will solidify into a hard block as soon as it enters the stomach. The sinking force of this heavy metal can also kill people."

"Oh by the way, I forgot a final death method called washing."

"The washing here is not about a woman's dressing up. It refers to using an iron brush to grab the flesh on a person's body and comb it down one after another until the flesh is exposed and finally breathe. When the execution of the combing punishment, the executioner strips the prisoner naked, puts you on the iron bed, pours you on his body with rolled water several times, and then brushes the flesh on his body with iron brushes. Just like the folk pig killings used boiling water to remove the hair until the air is cut off."

"Choose one, I will satisfy you!"

An Nuanzhi bit her lower lip. It seemed that Su Fengmei was prepared and would not let her go. No matter which way of death, it was inhumane and tragic. The living not only had to suffer a lot, but the death process was very long. Almost all those who had experienced this torture died of pain.

"What's wrong? Are you scared, are you?" Su Fengmei looked at An Nuanzhi with her eyebrows slanted.

An Nuanzhi glanced at the little cake and saw his cute, innocent and pink face, her eyes became extremely firm.

This is the greatness of maternal love. For children and for children to grow up happily and safely, mothers can pay the price of their lives.

"Come on, I'm not afraid. I chose to fill my lead, and now it's time to start." An Nuanori said seriously.

Her words surprised Su Fengmei. In fact, she originally wanted to see the plot of the mother and son's rebellion, but An Nuanori chose to sacrifice herself in exchange for the safety of the small cake without hesitation. Su Fengmei was shocked and shocked, and she finally came to her senses for a long time.

"Okay, you are such a hero among girls! I admire you a little now."

Su Fengmei clapped her hands and said, "Come here, I'll send our beautiful and generous Empress Anguo on the way."

Su Fengmei waved her hand and everyone had already brought the boiling lead water. As long as they drank it, An Nuanzhi's body would be eroded by the huge heat and nothing left.

"Wait a minute. Before I die, I'm going to say a few words to my little cake at the end."

An Nuanzhi came to the little cake with a gentle expression. Looking at her cute and handsome baby son, her gaze became very soft and soft.

The little cake turned his head away as if disdainful and said coldly, "An Nuanmao, you idiot, if you die, I will never forgive you for the rest of my life."

An Nuanori shook her head helplessly and sighed, "There is no way, I can only live one. Who made me your biological mother!"

"Tsk! Die, die, die, I ignore you!" Xiaocai began to say something angry, and he turned his head, but his afterglow looked at An Nuanzhi reluctantly, tears faintly appeared in the corner of his eyes.
Chapter completed!