He endured the pain, looked up, the lights were cold, and there were four more figures in the room.
With a grin, he used his hands to climb over to the boots. The ground, dragged out mottled and gorgeous bright.
"Wei ministers meet my emperor, long live my emperor, long live, long live."
"Ah!" Suddenly, a howl resounded in the silent cell.
"Your Majesty, is it Your Majesty?!" Miao Quan's mouth was wide open, his heart was broken, and he stared at the tall figure.
"Didn't you just say that you want to spend the night with my concubine, why don't you go, it's so noisy here." The emperor said softly.
As if all his anger was taken away in an instant, Miao's whole face was ashen, a pool of water stains came out from under him, and the air suddenly exuded the smell of urine.
"What did you say your name was?" the emperor said lightly.
He didn't turn to any one person, but Zhang Jin felt a sense of sympathy in his heart, and reluctantly said: "Wei Chen Zhang Jin."
"It seems to be an interesting person." The emperor smiled, and Yu Feng turned slightly, "So, Zi Jin, you have mercy on your subordinates, the flying knife is heavy, but it does not hurt the heart, Qingfeng, do you think so? "
A green-shirted youth walked out behind him, bowed and said, "Yes."
Long Zijin was startled and immediately knelt down, "My brother doesn't dare."
"Your Majesty, why don't the old slave take the prince on the road." The blue-blue figure, who had been standing beside him, whispered.
"Um."
Zhang Jin smiled bitterly, once a gentleman and a courtier, the monarch was still the old monarch, but he no longer recognized him. He didn't know why Prince Lingrui wanted to let him go, let alone why the emperor wanted to kill him. However, why does Wang need a reason to kill someone
Cold sweat mixed with blood, and slowly merged into the sea of blood on the ground. Some of the jailers were still struggling, holding their breath, and some were dead.
The blue-blue figure walked in front of him and slapped his hands like the wind.
He was born arrogant, but he didn't ask for mercy, he just glanced at Lord Lingrui to show his gratitude, and then closed his eyes tightly.
There seemed to be some whiskers in the air, like the thin sighs I heard before.
The huge palm wind had already covered his face, and in a short while, he burst into death.
"Eunuch Xu, please bear with me."
During the dizziness and excitement, the life-threatening pressure suddenly disappeared without a trace, at the same moment when the soft voice came out from the white veil.
"Abide by the decree of the Empress."
He is not dead! He didn't even die! The ghost gate closed in a circle, Zhang Jinhao was so stunned that he couldn't make a sound, and only muttered the vague consciousness in his heart.
Until he heard the faint laughter of the emperor. He was inexplicably startled and suffocated, and the body that had been kneeling on the ground stepped back half an inch. No matter who died once, he would not want to experience that feeling again.
"Ali." The woman's voice came out again.
A Li. Whose name was the concubine calling
Zhang Jin was dripping with cold sweat, his heart and liver were fighting, and his clothes were soaked.
Lingrui Prince Long Zijin, great eunuch Xu Xi, that young man named Qingfeng.
"En." A casual voice came out of the phoenix-eyed man's throat.
Yes, there is another person here with the word Li in his name. But no one dared to call.
Emperor Qingjia and Long Feili.