The concubine, who was sentenced to death, dared to call the emperor by the name of the emperor.
What did the emperor come here for? This snowy night suddenly became weird.
The blood in his chest turned dark red, and Zhang Jin forgot the pain for a moment, and looked at the white curtain.
"Can this person not be killed?" A faint voice came from there.
"Reason." The emperor said leisurely.
"He has the heart to stop it."
"Oh?" The emperor chuckled, "With a pair of ten, it's beyond your own power, damn it."
The sentence "Damn" seemed to be loud, Zhang Jin's heart suddenly closed, and his clenched fingers also curled up.
The wind was a little stronger, and the curtain was rolled up again, and the forged texture swayed in circles, like someone wrinkled a pool of lake water.
Inside the tent, Nian Xuanji seemed to smile, "The emperor seems to be right."
Zhang Jin was shocked. He couldn't understand what Concubine Nian said, but he heard her say: "In the fifteenth year of Qingjia, Zhang Jin was the tanhualang pro-appointed by the emperor."
The emperor's expression remained unchanged, and said, "Then why are you here on duty now?"
"Mr. Zhang is upright and honest, Xuanji guessed that it was because he didn't bribe the bottom and didn't network, and he was guilty."
"Others form a party, why is he alone, and he doesn't understand the current situation, damn it." The emperor frowned and suddenly said coldly.
Since he came in, his tone has been relaxed and calm. At this time, his words are slightly sharp, and Zhang Jin's whole body trembles uncontrollably.
A soft laugh passed by, but it was Lord Lingrui.
The green-shirted young man was standing against the light, and Xu Xi was standing beside the emperor, his head was down, Zhang Jin couldn't see their expressions, but Long Zijin's laughter struck him hard, as if he was Laughing at his stupidity, his pale face immediately flushed red.
Nian Xuanji's voice seemed to reveal a bit of anger.
"The emperor's words seem to make sense, what should we do?"
Zhang Jin gritted his teeth, suddenly knocked his head three times in the direction of the cell, and said, "Zhang Jin is deeply grateful for the grace of the mother, but today Zhang Jin is destined to be here, and in the next life, he will wear a ring of grass to repay his great kindness. ."
He sighed softly, and then ran over to laugh.
"Since I've received this great gift from you, I can't help but do something."
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Jin sneered, and then smiled bitterly, don't forget that you are also dying, how can you save me? Isn't that funny
He only felt that his scalp was numb, and it seemed that someone glanced at him lightly, with suspicion in his heart, it was the breeze, why? He looked secretly, only to see that the green shirt youth had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but that smile looked cold and cruel.
He clenched his fingers that were shaking more and more, and Long Feili stood in front of him with his hands behind his back.
He had the urge to catch a glimpse of the emperor's expression, but he was suddenly frightened.
The entire cell seemed to have fallen into an extremely quiet congealing in an instant, and only the guard who had not died was breathing slowly and thinly.
At this time, Nian Xuanji suddenly said, "Xuanji can't come out, father-in-law, can I trouble you to come and get something."