Gong Yixiang lowered his head, only feeling as if his head had been punched, and the shouts of the other ministers were chaotic in his head, and he felt a force on his shoulders in a daze.

When he came back to his senses, he saw that the sight in front of him broke into a pair of gold-patterned black boots, and the hand hanging in the sleeve was clenched tightly in vain, looking up at the handsome and unparalleled face of the man in front of him, and his heart suddenly twisted somehow.

Shu Qingyuan's hand on his shoulder was even stronger, as if he was about to crush his shoulder blades, but his face was not half a point at all, but his smile was extremely weird.

The corners of his lips hooked a strong arc, but the terrifying coldness spread to the bottom of his eyes: "Shang Shulang, you haven't answered my words yet." ”

"Today's remarks, I can't satisfy you?"

The emperor looked at him condescendingly and let go of his hand.

Gong Yixiang knelt down with a 'plop', and there was stoicism in his trembling voice, and he couldn't tolerate such words with arrogance: "The humble minister doesn't dare." The lowly minister is guilty, and the cheap life is executed, Your Majesty does not have to be so ashamed. Insult your subordinates. ”

"Shang Shulang is just relying on me to be unable to do anything to you, so he is so disobedient. All right...... Come! Bring me the Book of Rites with me! ”

One moment he was still soft-spoken, and the next moment his face was cold, and his eyes flashed with coldness in his peerless peach blossom eyes.

Gong Yixiang immediately sat down on the ground with a face like ashes.

At that moment, he deeply realized that the emperor's family was so affectionate.

Almost at the same moment, all the ministers knelt down, "Please take back the emperor's order!" ”

Su Qingyuan's face was even colder, rubbing the jade wrench in his hand, looking at the head kneeling on the ground, his eyes were indistinguishable.

He laughed in a low voice: "Do you know that covering up the crime is considered to be the same as the defilement?" ”

All the ministers couldn't help but shrink in laughter, feeling the chill on the back of their necks blown by a gust of wind, and shivering in their hearts.

But what you say is like spilled water, and you can't take it back if you want to, so you just follow through to the end.

"Your Majesty, I really want the life of the humble minister, the humble minister...... I don't dare to disobey. ”

Gongyi's heart is like ashes, and the tyrant has never avoided it.

Anyway, he will die horizontally and vertically, so why drag down those ministers.

Thinking of taking another look at the emperor's handsome and peerless face in front of him before he died, this was enough, and the corners of his lips pulled up an arc that almost did not have the slightest desire to survive.

Seeing the scimitar that Shu Qingyuan often wore on his waist, the fingers hidden under the robe clenched, and he quickly pulled the scimitar out of its scabbard and wiped it towards his neck.

But he was suddenly hit in the wrist, and the sharp scimitar only touched the skin of his neck, cutting a bloody mark, and fell to the ground.

On the silent and eerie hall, there was a "bang" sound.

Frightened the countless courtiers in the main hall, they looked at the falling scimitar, and only then did they realize what had just happened.

I secretly sweated in my heart.

"Shang Shulang, did I say that you should go to death?"

The emperor leaned over and clamped Gong Yixiang's wrist, imprisoned in his arms, and grabbed his neck, his eyes were dark and uncertain, and his thin lips were against his ears.

The tone is light and weird, and the mellow and hoarse voice is cold and makes people tremble, and it is tactful like a whisper that tugs at the heartstrings: "If you want to die, you will die on my couch." ”

Then he was pushed to the ground mercilessly.

Seeing him sitting on the ground in an official uniform, the emperor's eyes were not moved at all.

Since ancient times, the emperor's family has been intimate, and this sentence can be regarded as taught.

Shu Qingyuan's eyebrows were full of anger, and his eyes were as cold as frost: "The Ministry of Rites is lacking, bring it to me." ”