Chapter 668

I don't know that Ling Tianwang is discussing himself with others, but Song Ci's mood at this time is no different from Zhou ruo'an's conjecture, and even his anger is not enough to describe!

In the dark prison, Song Ci's bright yellow clothes are the brightest color. They hurt his eyes and hurt his heart.

"What did you just say?" Song Ci eyes canthus want to crack of looking at the person in front of, the mouth of gnashing teeth asks a way.

He spoke slowly, every word was like a bloody knife wrapped in blood, straight to the heart.

Under the gaze of the people nearby, the prime minister looked up at him and stressed, "Your Majesty, please come back. I have little talent and no strategy."

"Little talent, little learning What a poor scholar Song Ci repeated this word and couldn't help sneering, "it's unexpected that you, the elder of the three dynasties, the official and the prime minister, should say that you have little talent and learning."

In the face of Song Ci's sarcasm, the prime minister was silent as if he had not heard anything.

The people behind him did not have such a good concentration. They moved their toes carefully one by one, trying to hide themselves behind the prime minister quietly.

But they forget the grass under their feet. If they move a little, the sound of rustling will come out clearly.

Song Ci's ear tip moved, scarlet eyes around the prime minister, straight on them.

"What strategies do you have? Or are you just as talented as the prime minister? " Song Ci asked.

The four words of talent and learning are carefully ground in his mouth, and he just wants to swallow them.

I didn't expect that I didn't escape. Those people looked at each other and couldn't help laughing bitterly.

If they can, they also want to pretend that they are lack of talent and learning, but With the prime minister's example in the front and Song Ci's gnashing of teeth in the back, they did not have the courage in the end.

Think of here, they look at the prime minister's eyes can not help but a bit more sad.

What a good reason

"This..." "Then..." "Weichen..."

…

They hum and haw, but they can only repeat a few meaningless words for a long time.

Song Ci's face is getting worse and worse, and his face is gradually distorted.

"Nothing to say? Or have you made up your mind to go to Ling Tianwang? " Song Ci began to ask with a grim smile. The epilogue was raised high, like a whip that was raised and dropped, beating heavily on those people's hearts.

Although they had such a plan in mind, they did not dare to admit it in front of Song Ci.

As a result, they repeatedly wave their hands in denial, with clear panic in their eyes.

The prime minister walked aside, looking at everything in front of him calmly. He was a little funny, but he felt boring.

Song Ci looked at him, his eyes were a bit crazy.

"Since you are ready to betray, I have to help you," Song Ci said.

No one believed what he said, and the prime minister's back neck was cold, as if there was a blade across it.

"Somebody, take him out." Song Ci said.

Watching the prime minister's back disappear in front of his eyes, Song Ci's eyes are gradually filled with excitement.

As long as he thought that the man in front of him would die before Ling Tianwang came to the city, he was overjoyed.

I never thought Song Ci would let him go easily. The prime minister was not surprised when he looked at the execution ground in front of him.

When he was pressed to kneel on the ground, his mind was even more unconscious, and his previous inexplicable thoughts came up.

The sudden coolness at the back of his neck was very similar to his present situation. It must be the same feeling when the execution knife cut his neck.

After a lot of messy thoughts, the prime minister slowly closed his eyes and quietly waited for his own ending.

"Poof!"

the big man who was executing the sentence looked at the man in front of him coldness, swayed the Baijiu in the bowl and then poured it into his knife.

He raised his hand and looked only at his neck.

A moment later, his arm sank and his knife fell. The prime minister could even hear the wind from behind.

Just when the blade was about to touch his skin, a man suddenly came to the side and pushed the falling knife to the side.

And the knife that should have fallen on the prime minister's neck hit the ground abruptly, and there was a deep crack on the ground.

There has never been such an accident on the execution ground. Everyone was in a daze and didn't know what to do for a long time.

Only the prime minister's hair, which was cut off by the blade, kept falling, and soon spread a shallow layer on the ground.

"Master!" The person who protected the prime minister with his own strength couldn't help but open his mouth. His voice was full of happiness and still panic.

As his voice rang out, the people beside him gradually recovered from their stupor, and the prime minister finally understood what had happened."Audacity

"You shouldn't have come here."

Two people speak at the same time, but the tone is very different.

The old servant's eyes were still red, but he stubbornly protected the prime minister and refused to leave.

"I've been waiting on you for most of my life. Even if I die, I should die with you, or take care of you on the way to the yellow spring." His voice was low and firm.

One of the prime minister's constant changes, there are tears in his eyes.

Maybe he can calculate all things, but in the face of a person who is sincere for himself, he has no way to use the previous strategy.

"Let's go," the prime minister said with a long sigh.

"Where do you think this is?" At last, the people nearby could not help but yelled, "this is the execution ground, not a vegetable market for people to come and go! You want to go? How could it be

As his voice fell, the guards around the execution ground quickly surrounded him, and the weapons in his hand pointed to the direction of the prime minister.

As if he had not heard anything, the old servant slowly untied the rope tied to the prime minister.

Holding the man firmly behind him, the old servant looked up at the other side and said, "our people have arrived. In the end, who will win or lose has not been decided."

His tone was calm, but it was full of provocation in other people's ears. Even the prime minister was speechless for a moment.

How did he not know that the people he was waiting on had such courage that he even dared to break into the execution ground, and he was so upright.

If the country was not in turmoil and besieged at this time, I'm afraid they would have died under the weapons of those guards. How could they have any chance to talk.

As the old servant's voice fell, behind the guard suddenly thought of a whimper.