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Ling Ziliang cursed vigorously for two hours, but finally lost all energy, his mouth and tongue were dry, and even his lips began to turn white.

His voice became softer and softer, beads of sweat continued to form on his forehead, and he was about to faint.

Woo hoo, his prince has been hit by so many storms and waves, is he going to fall here?

At the same time, the handsome man in scarlet clothes who had just arrived in the imperial capital was wandering around looking for people with a little bun in his arms. He picked up a colorful rattle with his slender fingers. Meng Xian smiled charmingly, with fan-like eyelashes.

Light shadows were formed in the sunlight, and a smile captivated the city.

The crimson clothes were layered in layers, blooming and trailing on the ground. The passers-by were so stunning that they were astonished. In the blink of an eye, Meng Xian was surrounded...

Meng Xian walked through the crowd as if there was no one around, shaking his rattle and saying with charming eyes: "Xiaobao, why are you so cute? Why are you Ye Jiangxue's child?"

Little Baozi waved her chubby little fists to grab the rattle in Meng Xian's hand. She smiled so hard that her purple eyes curled up and her halo circulated.

Just like that, one beautiful and one cute walked carelessly while facing the envious gazes of everyone.

Dressed in crimson clothes, Meng Xian looked like the reincarnation of a flower spirit, extremely enchanting. Suddenly, he stopped at a notice with black and white letters on the paper.

Although the man on the notice was drawn very ugly, he could recognize it at a glance. The rattle in his hand suddenly dropped, and he stared at the notice in a daze.

It seemed that because the rattle was missing, the little bun suddenly burst into tears, tears of grievance covering his delicate little face, and his cry shook the world.

This cry immediately caused cracks in the originally harmonious and enviable scene. Before everyone could react, they saw the man in scarlet clothes flying up and heading towards the west gate of the imperial capital.

He entered through the north gate, but he never thought that Ling Ziliang was hanged at the west gate.

No need to guess, he knew that Ling Ziliang was hung because of him. According to the time on the notice, he had been hung for two full hours.

How could he bear it without eating or drinking for two hours!

He quickened his pace and headed towards the west city gate. The little bun in his arms was crying loudly, making his already restless mood even more uncontrollable.

After running all the way to the west gate, Meng Xian saw Ling Ziliang, who was tied up like a cicada and hung up high, looking like he was being slaughtered.

The feeling of heartache spread from the bottom of his heart. Meng Xian's lips turned white and he couldn't help but tremble slightly. His eyelashes, as thin as cicada wings, fluttered under his eyes, which made people envious.

"Ziliang, I'm here." Meng Xian called softly.

His crimson light shirt glowed with a faint silver light in the sunlight, and his waterfall-like black hair was gently lifted by the red ribbon and fluttered in the wind.

Ling Ziliang was hung up high, his bright red clothes looked like rags, his face was dirty, his long hair was messy, and he looked like a beggar. Hearing the sound, he raised his heavy eyelids and looked.

After realizing who was coming, he instantly regained his energy as if he were pretending to be a corpse.

He looked at Meng Xian in fear and anger, and said angrily: "You still have the nerve to call me, why did you come here? Your sister, what on earth did you do that made me hang here for so long?

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Seeing that Ling Ziliang was still alive and kicking, it showed that Yan Junqing was not such a ruthless person. Meng Xian was relieved. He stared lovingly at the man in red clothes and blood, who was in utter embarrassment, and said with a lonely face: "Ling Ziliang, you really don't have anything in your heart.
Chapter completed!