Chapter 620

She thought that she had already accepted the temperature of her fingers, but now when she heard Ling Tianwang's concern, she suddenly found that she didn't accept the temperature all the time. It was just because of habit that she didn't care.

The corners of his lips kept rising. Zhou ruo'an held the small handstove tightly, as if holding a priceless treasure.

Ling Tianwang didn't know what she was thinking in her heart, but thought that she really felt the cold.

Can't help staring at her one eye, Ling Tianwang some distressed mouth complained, "how until now still can't learn to take care of yourself?"

Zhou ruo'an looked at him with a smile and said in a soft voice, "because you're here."

Silent for a while, Ling Tianwang raised his hand to block his lips, but could not cover his smile.

With a light cough, Ling Tianwang draped his cloak over Zhou ruo'an, tied the tie carefully, observed carefully for a long time, and then nodded contentedly.

This is from his concern, Zhou ruo'an did not refuse, but obediently let him as.

Although, the two-tier cloak is a little heavy for Zhou ruo'an.

In such a beautiful atmosphere, Zhou ruo'an hesitated for a while in the heart, in the end did not mention that annoying person.

If her accusation is true, the victim must be more than her, and there is no need to start from her all the time. Zhou ruo'an thought like this, and completely put down the entanglement in his heart.

It's snowing heavily here, and the capital is no less. The number of people who have been frozen to death is increasing every day. Some officials who can't see the past have handed out a discount on the Internet, but they are all taken as a joke by Song Ci.

He sat high on the Dragon chair, his face was a little pale, and his figure was much thinner than before.

But Song Ci knew nothing about it.

"A lot of lies!" As soon as Song Ci shook off his hand, he threw the folding paper heavily to the ministers, and at the same time, he scolded, "how can the common people suffer this kind of disaster when I rule Qingming?"

The minister who handed the paper thought that Song Ci should send someone to investigate anyway, but he didn't expect this reaction.

His eyes were red and his heart was filled with grief and indignation.

"Those people died in front of me! I saw it with my own eyes He suddenly raised his head with a clear red color in his eyes. "If your majesty doesn't believe it, it's better to go to the city and see what the people are living."

"It's better than sitting in the high hall and turning a blind eye to the disaster of the people."

He didn't try his best to suppress his anger. He almost pointed to Song Ci's name and scolded him for being stupid. Although he was disrespectful, it really made him feel a little happy.

After his voice fell, the whole court hall was quiet.

The king who was scolded by him didn't come back, and his colleagues who held the same idea didn't expect that he would have such courage.

Little by little, the atmosphere in the court began to become tense, and Song Ci finally recovered.

He unconsciously wiped his face, trying to wipe the saliva on his face.

He sat up straight, his fingers clasped on both sides of the Dragon chair were tight, and the beads on the outside were constantly shaking, jingling and pounding.

"What are you talking about?" He looked at each other with a sinister face and asked with a gnashing of teeth.

Minister Hao did not show weakness and looked at him, a moment later, a sneer.

"Maybe you want to put me in jail now, or push me out of the Meridian Gate and behead me as an example." He said.

He stood a little straighter, ignoring the sight of the ministers nearby, and even the fingers secretly stretched out.

"If my death can sober you up, I'd rather die, but now it seems that you have already entered the magic barrier and walked further and further on the road of fatigued king."

He took a deep breath, and there was endless sadness in his heart, whistling at him, trying to drive him into the dust.

But small he is facing the huge wave in front, this still straight chest, firm stand in place, even if dizzy, in front of black and white, also did not have any vacillation.

"Sire," he said quietly, "I used to be proud of my robe, but now it only makes me feel ashamed."

"I can't do things for the people, and I can't wake up the king. In this case, it's better for the Minister not to do it!"

Before the words came down, he raised his hand to tear off the court clothes he was wearing, took off the hat on his head, only wore a snow-white tunic, turned around under the gaze of everyone, and walked out with a big stride.

Seeing everything happen, Song Ci has no way to stop it. This kind of cognition makes him almost faint!

Even if he was sober at the last moment of dizziness, he still had dizziness for a long time.

"He thought he could escape all this if he left! impossible! I must kill him! I have to kill him Song Ci yangya's constant repetition of incising teeth, his face was ferocious, and he looked like a ghost running out of hell."Come on! Get him! A thousand cuts He reluctantly took a breath, and Song Ci cried out.

Although the ministers who still stayed in the court did not agree with the man's radical performance, they still felt with each other's courage in their hearts.

They didn't think that the other party had done anything wrong. On the contrary, they agreed with his condemnation of Song Ci!

Because of this, in the face of mad Song Ci, they chose to advise each other.

"No, your majesty!" They all spoke in unison.

Maybe it's because of the uniformity, or maybe it's because they are worried and forget to restrain their voice. The voice is constantly stirring in the court hall, and even far away to the outside.

"Did you stop me?" Song Ci couldn't believe looking up at them, his face was blue and purple.

"I dare not." It's still a unanimous denial, but the meaning of their words is totally opposite to their language.

"It is a truth that all monarchs should know that a scholar should not be guilty of his words."

"Your Majesty should accept the admonition of his ministers. Although his performance is radical, he is loyal after all."

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All kinds of explanations rang out in the court hall. Although the ministers all quoted the Analects, they seemed somewhat disorderly. Instead of a solemn court hall, they were noisy streets.

For the first time, ministers' colleagues did not blush because of their retorts. They looked at each other and felt a little pity for each other.