In the face of death, he was thoughtful, and his face was noble and serene.
The King of Changsha was a little sympathetic. "Brother Qi Wang, do you remember this white fruit tree, when our brother was young, you used to teach us archery here..."
“...... Well, of course remember, your birch skin bow or I gave it to you... Compared with your brother King Chu, your archery skills are far worse. Alas, the King of Chu has been dead for more than ten years... If he lived to this day, I wonder what would happen? If he were alive this year, he would be thirty-one years old..."
Portrait of Sima Wei, King of Chu
"We've all grown up..." The King of Changsha choked in his throat. Thinking of his half-brother King Chu, a sharp pain welled up in his heart.
"Yes, our bodies have grown up, but our character has fallen..." King Qi sighed.
Liu Kun took a glass of wine and rushed forward to feed the King of Qi.
King Qi was extremely thirsty and swallowed in a big mouthful. "A drop of nectar when thirsty is like manna!" Before I die, I can drink such a good wine, thank you for the love of Yueshi..."
Portrait of Liu Kun (one of the male protagonists who smell the chicken dancing).
Liu Kun was speechless and took a step back. He respected Qi Wang because they had always been close friends in music. When this King of Qi was still the son of the Prince of Qi, Liu Kun and him were already very close. In the palace halls of the palace, they once enjoyed together the strange and sublime world brought about by music, a world that was both sweet and bitter. In the past, they had been immersed in the greatest illusion that music could bring with great excitement and joy. That kind of enjoyment, only those who can deeply understand the mysterious happiness of music can feel it... At that time, this magnificent Qi Wang Shizi was so dignified and heavy-handed, how many times, with calm and enthusiastic passion, sat on the bed and played the Qiang flute. His playing skills are exquisite, the music is gentle and melodious, loud, stable, elegant, joyful, turning around mystery, magic and happiness, making people mesmerized, always entering a fairyland full of fragrance and flowers... Today, the music still reverberates in the ears, and the world in front of us has become so terrible and miserable...
Empress's Donation Image
For the gentle pulse of the King of Changsha, the King of Qi, Liu Kun and others, empress dowager was indifferent.
In the sun, her face was unusually pale. The tragic scene of the execution of King Qi should have made him feel happy, but unexpectedly, it became a graceful, smooth and even incredibly sad farewell between king Qi and his courtiers.
"King Qi, the waist chop hurts a lot, right?" Her eyes were on fire and she asked.
“...... The waist cut is slower, and it will certainly be more painful. In the pre-Qin and even Qin and Han dynasties, the so-called 'beheading' specifically referred to the waist beheading; today's beheading was called 'owl head' at that time. The King of Qi said seriously to the sheep. Then, he showed a half-joking look: "I heard that after being cut off from the waist, some people are in extreme pain, they can't die for a while, and they can dip their own blood, look at their lower body, and write on the ground... If the queen is interested, she can see if she can write a few words on the ground at the time of the execution..."
Portrait of Sima Ran, King of Qi
As King Qi spoke, he suddenly remembered that Yang Xianrong's maternal grandfather and several of her uncles had also been executed by beheading. Originally, he was going to talk about this, but as soon as he was about to say it, he was afraid that the young empress would not be able to bear it emotionally, so he took it back.
"Usurpers and thieves are going to die, you're still so rampant!"
The sheep drank low.
Seeing that King Qi was still behaving like this on the verge of death, the empress was full of resentment. Her two lips were a little whitish from overexcitement. Her whole body trembled uncontrollably. She felt the blood rushing through her body, overwhelming.
Once upon a time, she had so many hopes and fantasies for King Qi, and she had that kind of love in her heart, and she once longed so much for her tired limbs to be able to spend even one night of peace and tranquility under the sweet caresses of King Qi... Now, she was staring at King Qi's handsome face, and she was truly eager to see his impending death. In the excitement, her mouth was full of bitter taste. His fearless performance made her feel a little disappointed. This man of the Sima clan, this King of Qi, who once single-handedly covered the heavens, was so upright when he was dying that he did not even leave anyone with the opportunity to rejoice.
"King Qi, you are dead, and your three sons are still young... They will be locked up in Jin Yongcheng, all the way to those cells that never see the sun, maybe until they die, until they become idiots..." Yang Xianrong wanted to see where King Qi's wounds were, and she wanted to find the softest part of his heart and sprinkle salt on it.