Zhang Jin was horrified, his footsteps swayed and he was about to step forward to stop him, but he heard a dark pop in his ear.
There was no further step beyond that.
He lowered his head, and a sharp blade of cold light penetrated through his chest.
The gurgling blood was hot, but the pain of tearing was cold. Before death, it is frighteningly terrifying and cold.
His body slowly slid down, but he was not reconciled. He took a deep breath and knelt on the ground halfway, he wanted to see the face of the stinging colleague. If you are a ghost, you have to have a place to talk about it.
The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground startled him.
In the cloudy eyes, more than a dozen bodies were reflected on the ground, either first or later, and even a groan was too late.
Only the bright red annihilated the blue-and-white brick, and it burst into a sea of breathtaking, worthy of the brightest color in the world.
Suddenly, he turned to look at Miao Quan.
The man remained in the same position as before, but his movements were already stiff. A dagger was nailed to each of his limbs, and also, between his throat.
However, it seemed that the shocking injuries were not fatal injuries, and he could even turn around and watch the upheaval in horror.
Suddenly, there were light footsteps in my ears.
Zhang Jin rested his hands on the ground and squinted his eyes.
Walking past, it seems that there are no less than four or five people coming.
There is a person in front, the boots are repaired with five-clawed dragon patterns, and the satin surface is bright yellow.
He was shocked. He had the privilege to see such boots once. There seemed to be a splendid splendor in front of him.
He was crawling on the ground, and the man walked gently beside him from the high seat, the corner of his mouth raising a smile.
"Tanhualang is outstanding in his writing and knowledge, and he will be a pillar in the future."
In the palace test, he picked the third flower, worked in the Hanlin Academy, and was later named the Minister of Rites. He hoped to show his ambition to repay the kindness of the king. Unfortunately, he disdain to cling to the party and eventually offended the powerful and became a jailer of the imperial city.
Will it be him? But the prison is dirty, how could this person come here
But, in this world, who else would dare to use such embroidery and colors
"My lord, forgive me."
A shrill cry interrupted his indistinct thoughts.
This sound also seemed to wake up the body that was lying on the ground. The immortal person made a hoarse and strange sound from his throat, and crawled towards the standing figures.
"Who are you? Should this king know you?" The playful voice showed a smile, casually.
"Little man Miao Quan, the little sister is the concubine of the accountant in the prince's mansion. The prince spares his life, spares his life, the villain kowtows to you. I kowtow to you!"
Zhang Jin is stunned, and Long Zijin, the prince of Lingrui, is also here
Miao Quan's face was twisted and full of pain, and he knelt down on the ground, his head pounding on the ground like garlic, that hideous and humble, Zhang Jin finally couldn't help coughing and laughing.
"What about you, who is it?"
It was another voice, but Zhang Jin was so shocked that he stopped all the voices.
Obviously it is just a cool and indifferent tone, but it is warm and mellow like the bright moon reflecting on the water.