Zhao Jin looked at Mr. Min and did not answer his question directly.

"What is Mr. Min studying for?"

When Mr. Min heard his rhetorical question, he didn't get angry, but hooked his lips and smiled, presumptuous, "In order to make the sky no longer cover my eyes." ”

Zhao Jin was slightly surprised, for Mr. Min's undisguised arrogance and ambition.

"Boy, don't say it, you study and get fame for the sake of all the people in the world, it's too fake."

Mr. Min took a big sip of wine and sat on the sloped chair, arrogant.

Zhao Jin: "Mr. Min thinks it's fake, didn't he do it too?" ”

Mr. Min's eyes sharpened, "Boy, you have to spare your life as a man, and you have to think twice before you speak and do things." ”

Zhao Jin is neither humble nor arrogant: "The younger generation is rude." ”

It is disrespectful to be questioned and rejected in person, especially for people like Mr. Min.

Even if Mr. Min is now in Pingyang.

Mr. Min nodded: "Okay, you can go." ”

He didn't pursue Zhao Jin's answer, and drove the person away with a wave of his hand.

I don't seem to care very much.

-

When Zhao Jin went back, he was thinking that Mr. Min probably had never regretted anything in his life.

Falling from such a high position to the mortal dust, there is no trace of remorse in him.

Zhao Jin looked up in the direction of Chang'an City in the night.

The person he will be loyal to in the future is in that imperial city, and the fame and fortune he wants are inseparable from Chang'an.

So, how did Mr. Min abandon Chang'an?

The sound of horses' hooves on the streets of Chang'an City at night was non-stop, accompanied by the lighting of torches, and the sound of uniform armor and footsteps successfully tore apart the night of Chang'an after crashing open one door after another.

"Zhou Qi's descendants?! Didn't they all say to the widow that they would die a long time ago?! ”

In the imperial palace, the emperor's crown shook non-stop, the jade beads collided, and the sound was agitated and crisp, in the empty hall, such a crisp sound sounded like thunder in the ears of the people kneeling on the ground.

The Emperor was in a terrible mood.

"One Zhou Qi, one Min Zifang, two rebellious ministers and thieves who don't let the widow live in peace even if they die!"

"And you guys, all of them are rice buckets! Rubbish! ”

"What's the use of the widow wanting you!"

"Give you three days, and if you can't get the widow back, you will all bring the widow to see him!"

"What are you doing in a daze, get out of the widow!"

It wasn't until the kneeling people rolled out of sight that the emperor's anger subsided slightly.

"Jin Fulai."

"The old slave is here."

"When the execution was carried out, the widow remembered that you were there, didn't he?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's true, the old slave is indeed here."

The white-faced eunuch with a round face and a slightly chubby face replied respectfully.

"The three ways to verify the true body, but it is Zhou Qiji's family, isn't it?"

"Back to Your Majesty, it's true, the Zhou family's family of one hundred and twenty-six people, all of them have been verified to be in the middle of a decision."

"Then you say, where did the dead Zhou family have a little son who jumped out?"

Jin Fulai didn't dare to speak again, because the emperor's face was gloomy, and the current emperor was even more difficult to provoke than the angry scolding just now.

"Tell me, who is it that kept the bloodline of the Zhou family from the widow?"

"The slave is dead, and the slave really doesn't know about this."

"You don't need to die, as long as the rebellious ministers and thieves who betrayed the widow will die."

Emperor Jing sneered, "The king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die, the widow opens his mouth, he can't live!" ”