Chapter 514

When he opened his eyes, he really focused his eyes on the prime minister.

"The skin is thick enough," Song Ci said, "or you can't find a way to mend it after you have clearly expressed your true thoughts, just like everything is for me."

Song Ci didn't show any mercy at all. The prime minister felt that his face was swollen and painful, as if he had been slapped without hesitation.

His fingers trembled, and he raised his hand to his face subconsciously.

Looking at the prime minister's action, the irony in Song Ci's eyes is a little stronger.

"I don't want to ask you what the purpose of this visit is, but since you are on my boat, there is no chance for you to go down again."

"Even if my boat sank, you can only accompany it to the bottom of the water and be eaten by fish and shrimp, leaving only a piece of white bone."

When he spoke, Song Ci stood up slowly and walked slowly to the prime minister.

He slightly lowered his head, staring at each other, a pair of eyes seems to be able to see through the heart, but also able to nail people firmly in place, so that it can not move.

He should not be held down by the other party's momentum, the prime minister thought, but no matter how hard he tried, his hands and feet seemed to be out of control.

After a long time in this way, Song Ci's face slowly relaxed and stood upright with curved eyebrows and eyes.

He raised his hand and patted the prime minister on the shoulder. It seemed that he wanted to show his kindness, but he forgot to control his strength. The prime minister couldn't help falling forward and almost didn't fall to the ground.

Song Ci quickly helped each other, eyes rarely across a bit guilty.

Looking at the prime minister's steady body, Song Ci loosened his fingers and coughed in embarrassment.

"If it's too late tonight, the prime minister must have nothing to say. I'll send someone to take you back." Song Ci said solemnly.

Looking at him with complicated eyes, the prime minister seemed to be getting old all of a sudden.

"You are right. In any case, there is no chance to recover," the prime minister sighed. "I think it's too simple."

After listening to the prime minister's words, Song Ci's eyelids beat.

"Don't send more, I'll go back myself," the prime minister said in a low voice. He didn't understand Song Ci's reaction, so he turned and left.

His back gradually disappeared in front of Song Ci, disappeared in a dark.

Until a long time later, Song Ci can clearly remember his rickety back and his hair dyed white by Yuehua.

After a moment's silence, Song Ci slowly retreated to the chair and sat down. He said in a low voice with a smile, "when you get on the boat, where can you easily retreat?"

His voice at this time is very different from the usual calm, strange tone in the air constantly floating, it sounds very strange.

"Prime minister, take your time." The boy sent the prime minister out of the door and called in a long voice.

Together with their greeting, there was the sound of the door being suddenly closed. The wood collided with each other, which blocked all the scenery in the house.

The prime minister's steps stopped. He turned and looked back. He could only see the flashing light of the door ring at night.

In order to avoid being seen by the patrolling guards, the prime minister did not carry any lighting tools.

Because of this, the prime minister looked around and felt a chill in his heart.

He didn't know whether the darkness was really just darkness, or when the boat under his feet would sink or ascend to the sky.

Recalling all the exchanges between himself and Song Ci, the prime minister's mind had countless ideas flashed by.

But in the end, the only thing left in his mind was the expression of Song Ci when he approached him and the words in his mouth.

The prime minister went up and down in the officialdom for so many years, even once from the previous dynasty to the current Dynasty, but at that moment, he was really in fear.

"Song Ci," murmured the prime minister in a low voice, then sighed, saying nothing more.

Shortly after the prime minister left, someone flipped over the tightly closed door and came to the door of Song Ci's room.

"Kowtow."

He raised his hand and touched his sour eyes. Song Ci's heart jumped and opened the door without thinking about it.

"Did you find out?" He asked eagerly.

The visitor nodded and said in a low voice, "sure, it's Zhou ruo'an sitting there..."

Hearing this sentence, Song Ci's nervous heart suddenly relaxed. As for the next explanation, he didn't listen and didn't think it was important.

Slowly closing his eyes, Song Ci clenched his hand and said, "Zhou ruo'an, I have to win."

After listening to Song Ci's words, the speaker could not help pausing for a while and slowly calmed down.

After a long time, Song Ci finally opened his reddish eyes.He set his eyes on the person in front of him and told him, "I want you to sneak into the palace and guard in front of Zhou ruo'an."

Although clearly know that this is an almost impossible thing to complete, the man is still crisp nod, without any hesitation.

He didn't say any guarantee, but Song Ci could see his firmness.

There was a sigh coming out of his throat, and he raised his hand and patted each other on the shoulder.

The day is getting brighter, and voices are gradually appearing on the street. The business stalls have been set up, and the vendors are looking forward to the business of the day.

The ministers went to the court meeting in a hurry.

This is the first court meeting after Ling Tianwang came back. No one dares to miss it.

The prime minister has not been a young man for a long time, but he has stayed up for half a night. There are clear black shadows around his eyes. His skin is slack now, with layers of wrinkles, almost covering his eyes.

In the process of waiting, there are always some people who can't control their curiosity, pretending to be indifferent to the prime minister's face, and quickly withdraw before being found by the other party.

They thought that their actions were hidden, but they didn't know that the prime minister had already felt the sight from time to time. They didn't say a word, but they didn't want to stir up trouble on their own initiative. On the contrary, they made people doubt themselves.

In the prime minister's view, the waiting time was very long, as if it had been a day and a night before he finally heard the sharp voice of the eunuch.

"Go to court," the eunuch called out, his voice passing through the hall.

After a long time, Ling Tianwang once again sat on the cold and irritating dragon chair, looked at the officials with false masks underneath, listened to their loyalty to themselves, and couldn't help scratching a touch of irony in his eyes.