The token was twisted in his hand, and the corners of his lips curled slightly, "It's time—"

Jiang Taishi's eyes widened, "You!! ”

"Master Jiang, go all the way."

The token clicked to the ground with a crisp sound.

The man turned around slowly, and the cold wind suddenly rose, blowing the corners of his cyan clothes and flying up, and the light-colored purse tied around his waist had been around for years.

"Slash—"

The executioner threw his head back and poured a sip of spirits, his hand falling with his sword.

Under the miserable white sun, bright red blood splattered everywhere.

A few drops splashed right on the hem of the man's clothes, and he frowned slightly.

Behind him, the executioners and the accompanying officials had all knelt on the ground, humbly begging for mercy, "The national teacher spares his life!" ”

The man lowered his eyes and stroked the purse, which was clean and unstained. The depression in my heart has not dissipated, and I knew that I shouldn't have brought it out today.

"It's so unlucky......"

The cold timbre was very low, as if rolling over the tip of the tongue, with a sense of nonchalance, but no one dared to underestimate him.

These people will never forget how in the past three years, this young man, step by step, has climbed to the position of national teacher with cruel means, and is deeply trusted by the emperor.

Those who have sinned against him all these years have died and crippled.

Counting up, being able to say goodbye to the old and return to his hometown is already a great consummation. What's more, it's the same fate as Jiang Taishi.

"It's the villain who has no eyes, and I ask the national teacher to atone for his sins."

The executioner lay on the ground and shivered.

The man shook his head and looked up at the sky, which was covered with dark clouds and cold winds.

"It's windy, let's go back."

The attendant quietly draped the snow-colored snow over his shoulders, and fine snow particles swirled and fell from the sky, staining his hair and shoulders.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, looking at the man with a long figure and a noble temperament, he was surrounded by a group of officials and got into the car and left slowly.

Su Yan bent his lips, wrapped his hands around his chest, and tapped his arm twice with his fingertips with great interest.

"Found you," she licked her lips and said in a flirtatious tone, "My little fugitive—"

The crowd gradually dispersed, and Su Yan turned around.

Su Zhi suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, he frowned, suddenly lifted the curtain and looked around, his eyes were like torches.

It was as if something important had slipped away from him.

"Master, what's wrong?"

The attendant leaned over cautiously and asked softly.

Su Zhi's thin cold lips pursed, and he lowered the curtain indifferently.

It took a long time before a cold voice came from inside.

"Nothing, let's go."

Perhaps, he was mistaken.

Where is she now? Where did you move? Have you forgotten him, or have you married someone else?

Su Zhi took a deep breath, and his heart ached.

I can't go on thinking about it—

……

The first snow of the year came early.

A thin layer of snow covered the cornices of the palace.

For the golden palace, decorated with a touch of elegance.

"Bang, bang—"

"Rubbish, a bunch of rubbish! What the hell is that Su Zhi! The emperor actually believed his nonsense?! ”

Ruyi Temple

Mu Guifei clenched her fists, slammed it on the table, and sat next to her panting.

A pair of beautiful eyes are full of viciousness and cruelty.

"Mother's anger ......"

The hall was full of people kneeling, and the palace people were lying on the ground trembling.

"Master Jiang...... Already...... Beheading ......"

Some unsentenced words popped out scattered, which was enough to make Mu Guifei's eyes crack.

"Good! What a Su Zhi! ”