Chapter 633

The eunuch's voice awakened the prime minister from his own thinking. At the same time, it also prompted him to make his final decision.

The prime minister closed his eyes deeply, stepped back two steps and hid himself in the darkness of the corner.

Looking at his action, the eunuch felt more and more bad.

He kept blinking, even some can't control his emotions, rushed forward, palms heavily grasp the iron railings.

The coldness of the palm didn't calm him down. On the contrary, it stimulated him even more and made him cry out, "my Lord! It's an eventful time. Your majesty is waiting for you

Hearing the voice coming from his ear, the prime minister's eyelids beat for a while, but he didn't open them.

People nearby unconsciously hold their breath and wait for the prime minister's reply.

"You don't have to say much," the prime minister said slowly but firmly. "I've made a decision in my heart. There will be no change."

Heart mentioned the highest point, eunuch's arm because of excessive force and constantly twitch, but at the moment, no one will care about this.

"I'd like to die in prison!" Said the prime minister, with a firm sharpness.

The prime minister's language seems to have a substance, and it hits the ground heavily. The whole prison of Zhizhen is full of people, and their minds are not.

After a long period of silence, the eunuch took a breath of cold air and hit his forehead heavily on the railing.

"Bang Dang!"

This huge sound also spread to other people's ears and awakened them from the horror.

No time to think and sigh, someone can't wait to ask, "have you really made a good decision?"

After saying that, the prime minister had already guessed what he might encounter and made a decision in his heart.

Leaning back against the wall, the prime minister's body slipped down and finally sat on the wet ground.

He fiddled with the litter on the ground, his eyes still closed tightly.

"Of course," said the prime minister softly, "I've never been more sober."

Because he was still in front of the eunuch, he didn't explain the reason why he made the decision carefully, and he didn't reveal his conjecture. But were the old foxes who had been fighting with him for many years free?

Of course not!

Immediately, they understood the prime minister's final choice and his bias.

Their eyes are constantly flashing, once again began to weigh in the heart.

Acutely aware of the surrounding atmosphere gradually toward their own do not want to see the place development, eunuch only feel a burst of forehead tearing pain.

You can't dawdle here! No more time for them to think!

The eunuch thought in his heart, biting the tip of his tongue heavily, forcing himself to calm down.

He stood up straight and looked away from the prime minister.

"What do you think?" He asked softly, with one last hope in his heart.

"I don't think the prison environment is too bad. I don't have to go out in such a hurry."

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With the first person's statement, everything was so natural, but the eunuch didn't hear half of what he wanted to hear.

As a last resort, the eunuch once again set his eyes on the prime minister and said bitterly, "even if it's not for your Majesty's sake, do you really have the heart to see the people displaced?"

Faced with such questions, the prime minister was shocked, but he never changed his decision.

He turned to face the wall and said in a cold voice, "you don't have to continue to persuade me. The decision I've made is absolutely not meant to be changed."

The eunuch looked at him deeply for a long time, and finally had to admit the firmness of the prime minister.

His heart completely fell into the bottomless abyss, engulfed by darkness, and there was no light in front of him.

"I see," he said with some difficulty. The eunuch staggered and went out with his head down.

Every step, as if exhausted the whole body strength, the originally flat ground also seems to become the tip of a knife, for his feet to bring one wound after another.

As time went by, the brain was quiet again, as if no one had come.

But everyone knows that something has changed.

I don't know how long later, the prime minister slowly spit out a mouthful of turbid air, raised his hand and rubbed his eyelids, quietly wiped away the moist corner of his eyes.

He is ready to give up the common people. Now why do you have to be hypocritical and heartbroken? The prime minister clenched his hand and murmured in his heart.

"Are you really not optimistic about Song Ci?" Someone asked hesitantly.

The sound of his fingers hitting the railing was intermittent, and it sounded very boring.

The prime minister nodded gently and said, "now that I'm in front of you, I won't cover up much."He turned around, raised his eyes, and said word by word, "I've decided to give up Song Ci."

As he spoke, his eyes shone amazingly, as if all the light in the cell had gathered at that point.

Maybe they were scared by his words, maybe they were taken by his eyes. Those people were stunned and couldn't say anything for a long time.

Looking at their performance, the prime minister chuckled, the ups and downs in his eyes gradually slowed down, and finally there was only one day's smooth lake.

"He has been in power for a long time, long enough for me to see clearly his character, and long enough for me to think about all the advantages and disadvantages."

"In my opinion, Song Ci is the most suitable place to be a rich and idle king, but the emperor's position is still out of his hands."

With that, the prime minister couldn't help thinking of the absurd things Song Ci had done during this period. He hit the wall heavily with his fist, and the dull voice rang in everyone's heart.

"He can't be a wise king!"

No one spoke for a long time after the voice fell, and it seemed that only the prime minister's wheezing was left in the cell.

After closing his eyes, the prime minister turned over and went to bed without saying a word, hiding his face clean.

"Alas."

I don't know whose sigh reverberates in the cell, slowly spreads to everyone's ears, and finally dissipates in the invisible air.

The eunuch's steps were particularly heavy when he messed up what Song Ci ordered. Even when he walked in the sunshine, he seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow, gray and uncomfortable.

"Alas."

"Alas."

"Alas

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The continuous sighs spread along the whole road with his walking, which brought a bit of bad luck.

However, in any case, the eunuch did not want to run away, even though he understood that he could only apologize for his death after he went back.