Chapter 615

Because of Zhou Ruoyan's calculation, Song Ci felt depressed. He could not help but make a fire in the court, and pushed the wavering people to Ling Tianwang.

For all this, Song Ci knew nothing about it. He thought that his subordinates were loyal and would never betray him.

By the time the news of Zhou Ruoyan's being put in the cold palace reached Zhou's father's ears, time had passed for a long time.

After sending away the messenger, Zhou Fu locked himself in his study for a long time.

Finally, he put down all his thoughts and wrote a letter to be sent to the palace.

Zhou Ruoyan had already put down his cruel words when he chose to go his own way. In this case, she should bear all the consequences of his choice.

It is enough to send a letter to Song Ci to remind him of his existence.

What's more, he's just a person who lives in a small town without any status. Even if he wants to avenge Zhou Ruoyan, he can't do it.

Song Ci had already lost his admiration for Zhou's father, and because of the things Zhou Ruoyan did, he didn't say that letter at all.

"Take it down and burn it," Song Ci ordered without expression.

The eunuch did not dare to disobey Song Ci's order. He hurriedly found a brazier and threw the thick envelope in.

He watched the envelopes burn in the fire, watched them turn to ashes, and then quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

He knew that Zhou Ruoyan could not turn over in his life, unless his Majesty was no longer his majesty.

But soon, he stepped on his hand and knocked his head, gently shaking his head, thinking, "the people on the throne have gone through a rotation, now a year has not passed, how can they change again?"

He did not know that in the near future, he would witness the downfall of Song Ci.

With the passage of time, it snowed more and more, and even the whole capital was hidden in a white.

In the palace, Song Ci enjoyed the snow scenery and the plum blossom in the snow.

In the minister's residence, many people sat in front of the study, writing with pen and ink.

In any case, they all live a carefree life, and even care about whether charcoal is the best silver carbon.

But even in the same capital, there are still people who freeze to death in the cold of winter, and even their bones are buried in the snow for a long time.

No one cares about their death, even the big man in charge of the public security in the capital is just a piece of bad luck, quietly erase the traces of the dead,

hearing the news from the capital, Ling Tianwang's eyes slowly brighten up, he knows that his opportunity is coming.

"Think of a way to make things big and bring them to Song Ci." Ling Tianwang said.

General crisp years, eyes bright amazing.

"Don't worry. I'll make it perfect without leaving any trace."

Ling Tianwang believed in his ability.

He nodded slightly, and then said, "in addition, you should also look at some scholars, they are the pillars of the future."

Although the words are praise, Ling Tianwang's expression is very ironic.

The general nodded, with the same expression on his face.

"If you meet someone who is really hard, if it won't affect our plan, you can help." Hesitated for a moment, Ling Tianwang said in a low voice.

Those people are the people he once guarded. He really can't bear to watch them die in large numbers, but he doesn't do anything.

The general's eyes trembled for a moment, and his eyes quickly slipped with emotion.

"Yes He raised his voice to reply, with a faint expression of excitement.

He knew that no matter what he experienced, Ling Tianwang was his former general!

This is the simplest calculation in the world.

Before Song Ci did not even notice, he suddenly found that one day, his control over his subordinates began to weaken.

He was a little panicked, but he didn't know what to do. What's more, he thought he was the king of a country and should be held in the palm of everyone's hand.

Under the control of such complex emotions, Song Ci began to become bloodthirsty and regarded everyone as his own enemy.

Even some ministers, for their final loyalty, said some admonitions in the court, and then they were put into prison by Song Ci.

Because of such a living example, everyone is a chill.

"Master," the servant rubbed his cold hands and kept stuffing the cold clothes and bedding into the cell, "it's too cold. You can make do with it."

The prime minister put on his thick clothes and finally felt warm again after a long time.

He gave a long sigh of relief, his face wrinkled with laughter, and he waved his hands when he heard the old servant's words.

"There's nothing to do with it or not," he began. "I just hope I don't freeze to death in prison this winter."Hearing this, the old servant stopped for a moment and looked around with vigilance.

The jailer had already avoided going out when he came in. At this time, he and the prime minister were the only two people in the cell.

After confirming this, the old servant's lips quickly incited him to tell the prime minister what happened in the court.

"You say, your majesty..." He swallowed the words behind, but raised his hand solemnly and pointed to the ground.

The prime minister understood what he meant. He just sighed and didn't answer.

Knowing that Song Ci was exhausted, the old servant didn't have any emotion. His eyes, which were a little turbid because of his old age, were full of excitement.

He just wanted Ling Tianwang to break through the gate immediately and let out their poor and innocent master!

"What's special about the city now?" After a moment's silence, the prime minister rubbed his sleeve and asked.

The old servant quickly recovered, recalled all kinds of news he received, and said, "this winter is colder than before, and the snow is bigger than usual. Many people have been frozen to death."

"But it seems that this matter has been suppressed. Only those who live at the bottom know about it."

"There are other messages in the capital, more explicit than before, and more and more people are convinced."

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Hearing the death of the common people, the prime minister could not help sighing. He felt very guilty.

"I wish I could do something for them," the prime minister whispered. "I'm really sorry."

"What does it have to do with the master? Those who are still in the position now, and the master has nothing to do with them. What can you do now when you are in prison?" Said the old servant.