Emperor Jianyang behind the long table has a tall figure like a mountain. The light hit him, and the shadows that fell almost completely covered the gnomes.

Looking under the lamp, these two people seem to be one.

Qi Yuanzhang's hand lightly fell on the scabbard in front of him.

The pattern on the sheath is a little awkward.

The more expensive and complicated the pattern, the more difficult it is. Gone are the smoothness and comfort, replaced by a blood-soaked opulence.

There's no blood on it.

But Qi Yuanzhang felt that he had clearly smelled it.

The old things hidden in the cracks of the pattern are burrowing into his nose little by little.

Drill through the flesh, drill through the bone marrow.

His mind was empty, and his ears were ringing. It must have been scared. In the face of the sword, he would still be afraid, just like that year, in the face of Emperor Jianyang's army that entered the capital, he was extremely afraid.

But at this moment, the knife was already in his hand.

The handle still has a strange pattern.

Emperor Jianyang is such a lover of beautiful things.

Beauty.

Beauty.

and even beautiful weapons.

Murderous things must also be stunning.

Qi Yuanzhang pulled out the knife from the sheath, and with a sound of "Zheng-", the cold light was like snow. The eyes of the three people in the room were attracted by this thin piece of beauty.

No one can resist such beauty.

Everything associated with death has a different kind of movingness.

Qi Yuanzhang slowly raised the knife.

The sun outside the hall is overwhelming, and the lights in the hall are bright.

Both inside and outside, they were swept by light.

Only him and this knife sank in the darkness, like a lonely boat that could not find its way. The heavy knife made his hands tremble.

Qi Yuanzhang gritted his teeth and brought the knife close to his neck.

The man's neck still retains the appearance of his youth.

The skin is firm, slender and straight.

He still looks healthy and youthful.

Compared with a few years ago when Emperor Jianyang bowed down to the front of him, there was no sign of aging. Even, in the eyes of the dwarf Xiaozhu, he has become younger.

Xiao Zhu stared at him directly.

Emperor Jianyang suddenly yawned.

Xiao Zhu urged: "Why didn't Uncle move?"

They are waiting for Qi Yuanzhang to cut himself.

But Qi Yuanzhang held the knife and did not move.

The originally resolute look on his face gradually disappeared. The trembling, subtle and intense, seemed to start with the eyes...... Shake and tremble until the whole thing collapses......

Qi Yuanzhang's whole body began to tremble.

Sifted like chaff.

Trembling.

The beautiful but heavy knife seemed to crush his wrist as well.

He burst into tears, snot and tears welling up at the same time, childlike ridiculous. This kind of crying is not what an adult looks like. His previous calmness and composure, under this crying method, became extremely funny.

Are all those calm words and appearances pretended?

Is he, who cried to shame at this moment, the real Jing Ningbo?

The dwarf Xiaozhu seemed stunned.

Emperor Jianyang behind him laughed out loud.

The loud laughter sounded unexpectedly hearty and innocent.

With a "bang", Qi Yuanzhang threw the knife in his hand on the ground.

Xiao Zhu finally laughed along.

It's just that his laughter is like a night crow's cry, and he can't hear half of his laughter. He smiled and approached Emperor Jianyang. Emperor Jianyang held him in his hands and used his thick arms as a stool for him to sit on.

Qi Yuanzhang fell to the ground, and his face was already deformed from crying.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa—"

He was crying and embarrassed.

"The minister doesn't dare to die, the emperor...... Don't you dare......"

The dwarf Xiao Zhu leaned on Emperor Jianyang's shoulder and said in a strange voice: "Jing Ningbo Bo is really always so interesting. ”

Qi Yuanzhang cried even uglier and more embarrassed.

He got up, fell down again, and had to sit on the ground, sobbing, and said vaguely: "Your Majesty...... There is really no way for the minister, the emperor...... The national teacher is so good that he is suspicious and suspicious, and the suspicious minister has an affair with the Restoration Army...... Kechen is there day and night, just supervise the construction of his pagoda......"

"The minister just has no merit, and there is hard work, Your Majesty!" he said two sentences, as if he had untied the knot in his heart, and his words gradually became smoother, "How can he be suspicious of me, the national teacher?!"

If it's June right now, I'm afraid there will be snow outside!"

He couldn't stop crying, his eyes were red, and he didn't look like a father or a minister at all.

But Emperor Jianyang seemed to be very satisfied with his crying.

This time, Emperor Jianyang did not let the dwarf Xiao Zhu speak on his behalf.

He sat down behind the long table and said in a deep voice: "If you don't dare to die, you don't have to die." ”

The dwarf Xiao Zhu also said: "Yes, Jing Ningbo, since you don't dare to die, then what else are you going to die." After he finished speaking, he got close to Emperor Jianyang, and muttered to Emperor Jianyang for a long time.

Qi Yuanzhang cried while raising his hand to wipe his face.

The costume is also good-looking when it is stained with water.

He wiped his face with his sleeve indiscriminately, wiping his face red.

The dwarf Xiao Zhu turned his face to look at him, and said, "Jing Ningbo, you also have a number of national teachers." He is an old man, he is plain and careful, and he has always disliked to believe in people, so what is so strange that he suspects that you are having an affair with the Restoration Army?"

Qi Yuanzhang snorted, opened a pair of walnut eyes and said, "But, Kechen is still wronged......"

Emperor Jianyang leaned back in his chair and snorted coldly when he heard this.

Xiao Zhu hurriedly said: "This is your uncle, what's wrong! Do you still want the national teacher to apologize to you?"

Qi Yuanzhang was aggrieved: "That minister doesn't dare to ......"

Xiao Zhu laughed twice: "Jing Ningbo, that's right." The emperor is the same as the national teacher, the same father and son, in addition to the emperor, the national teacher can want whoever he wants to die, and now he is just suspicious and dissatisfied with you, you should be happy. ”

"Yes, yes, yes-" Qi Yuanzhang nodded like pounding garlic.

Both eyes grew redder.

Xiao Zhu licked his lips and continued: "As long as you do your part well and take care of the construction of the 'Twelfth Floor', the national teacher will dispel his doubts sooner or later." ”

Qi Yuanzhang seemed to have finally gained strength, kowtowed twice in a row, and got up from the ground again: "'Twelfth floor' is more important than the minister's daughters in the eyes of the minister!"

Emperor Jianyang looked at him fixedly and said, "Very good." ”

Xiao Zhu laughed and said, "If you want to let the national teacher know about this, I'm afraid I should be ashamed." That's it, Jing Ningbo should go back and rest early, don't worry, the national teacher won't be suspicious of you for too long. ”

Suspicious, sooner or later he will be killed.

If you kill it, you can naturally rest assured.

Xiao Zhu looked at Qi Yuanzhang with a smile.

Qi Yuanzhang stood up straight: "On the way back, the minister will go to the 'twelfth floor' again, and he will definitely let people build the pagoda that the national teacher wants as soon as possible!"

Emperor Jianyang nodded with satisfaction.

The dwarf Xiaozhu jumped down and reached for the scabbard.

The two watched Qi Yuanzhang walk out of the door.

Xiao Zhu put the knife into the scabbard and sneered: "This stupid thing, crying is so ugly." ”