Chapter 611

Hearing this, the prime minister's eyes suddenly became hot and almost shed tears.

He looked at the delicious food in front of him. He was nostalgic and moved.

"You shouldn't have come," he repeated, staggering forward after standing in the same place for a long time.

This time, the old servant didn't say anything to refute. He just urged him to eat quickly. It's all your usual food. If you like it, I'll send it to you tomorrow

Hearing this, the jailer next to him looked up at them and pursed his lips. He didn't say anything.

Although the prime minister seems to have fallen into the dust now, they are always ups and downs. At one time, they are down in the dust. At another time, they become prime ministers. Why should they be annoying at this time.

Thinking about this, the jailer stepped back two steps, leaving them a chance to whisper.

Hearing the movement coming from behind, the old servant looked back and nodded to him gratefully.

The prime minister didn't insist on doing anything. Under the tearful eyes of the old servant, he swallowed the food in front of him.

"Cough, cough!" For a moment, some urgent, rice choked into the throat, let the prime minister a strong cough.

The old servant worked anxiously outside and stretched out his hand again and again, but he could not touch his master who had served him for half his life.

After a long time, the sharp pain in his throat finally subsided slowly. The prime minister pinched his throat and said helplessly, "it's old and useless."

Everyone knows that the prime minister's words are different, the old servant's tears suddenly fell down, but the jailer quietly raised his hand to block his ears.

This is not what he should listen to, he thought in his heart, and he took two steps back.

"What are you talking about?" the old servant looked at the prime minister with disapproval on his face and said emphatically, "they all say that you are old and healthy, and you are now in your prime!"

Pick pick eyebrows, the Prime Minister for such words did not make any retort, but also did not show the meaning of approval.

He patted his round stomach and said with a bit of self mockery, "it's really a few days after I was hungry that I realized how touching it is to have enough to eat and drink."

Hearing this, the sour and astringent feelings of the old servant came up, and there was resentment for Song Ci at the same time.

He clenched his teeth and said in a low voice, "don't worry, master. Even if I try my best, I will try my best to save you."

"No need!" The prime minister didn't want to stop him. His sharp eyes swept past the jailer.

He should have quit just now, thought the jailer.

He took a cool look at the prime minister, then turned around and walked out.

"Why is it so noisy outside all of a sudden? I'll go out and have a look, so that they won't be honest."

Before his voice completely dissipated in the air, his figure had disappeared in front of the two people.

In the face of such an accident, the prime minister and the old servant looked at each other and couldn't help laughing.

"Well, it's convenient for the two of us to talk," the prime minister wiped his beard, and his smile slowly subsided.

The old servant also nodded his head and once again stressed, "don't worry, master."

With a long sigh, the prime minister's reaction did not change because the jailer left.

"No," he accentuated, "you don't have to do anything."

The old servant frowned tightly, and the wrinkles on his face with a few old age spots appeared.

"Then let me watch you suffer here?" The old servant spoke with emotion.

The prime minister's eyes changed, some pale mouth denied, "here is just a little bad environment, not as miserable as you think."

Gradually, under the suspicious eyes of the old servant, the prime minister was speechless.

Okay? What's so good about it? He was once the prime minister in court, but now he is just a prisoner.

Although the jailer will not blame him for his fear, the psychological gap can not be easily adjusted.

With a long sigh, the prime minister rubbed his head in some annoyance.

"In a word, don't act rashly," the Prime Minister stressed again.

Always listen to such a sentence, the old servant in the heart has some tired, below the expressionless looking at the prime minister, the first time did not guard the identity difference between the two.

"You always have to give me a reason," he whispered.

The prime minister was silent and rubbed his eyebrows with his fingers.

After hesitating for a long time, the prime minister gave a long sigh and waved to him helplessly.

"Come here a little."

The old servant listened obediently, and the expression on his face changed with the prime minister's words, finally fixed on the private letter Feixin."This is my guess, but it should be eight percent sure," the prime minister said, standing up straight. "Don't pay attention to anyone's request. Just lock the door."

"If necessary, you might consider helping him."

"For whom?" Asked the old servant.

The prime minister was silent for a moment, and said in a low voice in some distress, "at will."

Not long ago, he had just become a traitor. This time, he didn't know whether he should betray again.

When the old servant followed him, he naturally knew the thorn in the prime minister's heart. Although he was surprised to hear this, he didn't refute it.

"I see," he nodded solemnly, and assured, "I'll keep my house until you come back."

No one knows the dialogue between the prime minister and the old servant in the cell, but everyone knows that the discussions in the streets are becoming more and more numerous.

Up to now, there is no one who doesn't know that ridiculous rumor.

Song Ci, who is addicted to gentle countryside, doesn't know that under his eyes, Ling Tianwang's power is growing up.

Ever since the old minister was dizzy, all his mouths seemed to be sealed.

They stopped advising, writing, and even talking in the thatched cottage.

But Song Ci didn't think it was a big deal. He even felt happy about it in his heart.

In this world, there should be no Minister of letters. He is the Supreme Master of this country. He doesn't need to be surrounded by a group of stubborn ducks.

His reaction was in the eyes and minds of all ministers, and even led to unprecedented peace between Wen Chen and military generals.