"Your Majesty......" The old lady Yan Ke turned his head and slowly bowed his hand to the old emperor, and said: "Since the old minister entered the court, he has done his best, fulfilled his duties, and served the royal family for more than 50 years......"

"You are a great hero, and when the first emperor was alive, he was full of praise for you...... You don't need these things, I also know it," the old emperor exhaled and said calmly, "How can you say that Aiqing suddenly mentioned these words to me today?"

The old emperor's cloudy eyes trembled slightly, and his suspicious personality had already made his brain start to run rapidly, and he thought about it: If the old lady wanted to use these words as a threat to force him to deal with the prince Hu Ji lightly, how should he deal with the remaining anger?

"Your Majesty......" The old lady Yan Ke slowly raised her head, and her words were full of relief and joy.

"The old minister is tired...... "Your Majesty has achieved great deeds, can discern everything and distinguish between right and wrong, and no longer needs the assistance of the old minister......"

When the civil and military officials heard this, they were shocked, and then cast an unbelievable gaze at the old lady Yan Ke.

"Yan Qing, what are you ......" The old emperor took a deep breath, and his eyes were full of disbelief: "You don't want to ......"

"Yes, Your Majesty ......" Old Master Yan Ke smiled, and then, he showed the hem of his clothes, his eyes were solemn, and his tone was gentle:

"The old minister said that he would resign and retire today, tell the old man to return to his hometown, please choose another good minister, assist my dynasty, long live, long live, long live!"

After that, he walked out of the crowd, knelt on the ground, and made a deep bow to the stunned old emperor.

The old emperor's face suddenly became cloudy, his eyes stared directly at this subordinate, courtier, and friend who had been by his side when he was young, and he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything.

After the ceremony, the old lady Yan Ke got up slowly, he didn't look at the old emperor's face, because no matter how this familiar face changed, the appearance had been deeply engraved in his heart.

After a moment of silence, he turned away, and without listening to the old emperor's response, he walked straight out of the main hall.

"Yan Qing!"

When he reached the gate of the palace, the old emperor stopped him again with a shout.

"Your Majesty, do you still have orders?"

He spoke earnestly, but he never turned around.

The old emperor looked at Yan Ke's back, left the dragon chair, opened his legs, and took two steps forward.

Him: "Are you disappointed in me?"

Yan Ke didn't say anything, and he didn't make any moves.

He just paused, then continued to lift his legs, and walked out without looking back.

"Teacher!"

The crown prince Li Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, couldn't wait any longer, and immediately shouted, raised his legs and chased out.

The old emperor looked at the extremely rude behavior of the two without saying goodbye, and he actually broke the wilderness and did not make any statement.

He just held on to the table, turned around, trembled his old bones, and took two steps forward.

Poof-

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of the old emperor's mouth, and then, in the shouts of "Your Majesty" and "Your Majesty" from everyone in the hall, the body wearing a dragon robe fell down heavily......

Naturally, all this behind it, the common people Hu Ji, don't know.

No one dared to tell him, because of the emperor's will.

He had been in this prison for three days, and not a drop of rice had ever entered his belly.

Although there is a rough and simple plate of cold food in front of his cell door at this time, although it is not much, it can at least give people hope and strength to live.

But Hu Ji didn't even look at it, as if he could only sit quietly and wait for life to pass little by little, which was the most pleasant and most needed for him......

It's like he wants to advance this final destination.

"......Shh Didn't you eat again?"

The meaty-faced jailer strode in with a frowning strain holding a candle. He looked at the full food beside Hu Ji, and immediately sneered a few times, and said: "You can't look at the meals one by one? They are all shackled pigs and dogs, what kind of shelf are you putting up with your grandfather here?"

The words are full of provocative and vulgar words.

If Hu Ji, the ordinary king of Zhang, came to the prison where this bird doesn't, this kind of pawn must have to kowtow and flatter.

But now it's different! Now there is no more Hu Ji, the king of Zhang, and there are no more "tigers in the Western Regions"! Some are just "common people" who have committed serious crimes and lost their freedom. No matter how much you scold him, provoke him, or even play tricks on him, he can't do anything about it.

Perhaps this is a common strange thing in the world! The more lowly and humble people are, the more they like to step on the heads of even more humble and lowly rao, and show off their might, as if this can show how noble and brilliant their status is.

This jailer is like this, his mood at the moment is very much to make Hu Ji, the king of Zhang, angry with his words, so that he can enjoy it through the solid wooden fence.

But it is clear that Hu Ji did not fulfill the jailer's wish.

No matter how insulting and provocative the latter was, he still sat upright, motionless, not even closing his eyes looking out the window.

This completely angered the jailer, and he was so angry that he immediately "drank" a long list, took a big mouthful of saliva, and then spit on Hu Ji's face with a "phew".

Smack!

A large sticky cloud of saliva, mixed with a full fishy smell and rancid gas, slowly slid down from Hu Ji's forehead and flowed all the way to his chin.

Hu Ji's eyelids twitched, but he still didn't make a sound.

"Hahaha...... Haha......"

The jailer laughed, pointing at Hu Ji and laughing heartily, as if he had just done the greatest and humorous thing in the world.

But when he saw that Hu Ji was still plain and indifferent, and he was not provoked by himself at all, his laughter quickly stopped.

"It's boring......

The jailer scolded angrily, and when he turned to leave, he did not forget to kick over the plate in front of the cell door.

Crash......

The thin soup porridge flowed to the ground, and two round steamed buns shook and swirled on the ground, but soon they did not move.

A puddle of porridge water flowed, and with the faint candle flame, Hu Ji's thin face was reflected......

He finally closed his eyes.

But at this moment, an old voice suddenly floated in his ear:

"Hehehe, young man, it's not a good habit to not cherish food......

The voice sounded extremely grotesque and vague, as if the old man was talking with a big toothless mouth and a hoarse voice in a strange quip.

Hu Ji stood up, walked to the cell door, and turned his head to look at the place where the voice came from.

It was a deep, deep prison, as if at the end of the aisle. There was not a glimmer of light, only darkness as thick as water and dust as flying insects floating in the air.

Who's there?

Hu Ji narrowed his eyes, he didn't see anything.

But the owner of the voice seemed to be able to see his movements clearly:

"Hehe, young man, don't look around, if you can see the old man, I'm afraid that with just a wave of your hand, you can smash the prison door and the fat man......"

"So, are you in this prison, you can come out if you want, and you can leave when you want?" Hu Ji snorted coldly, and his words were full of disdain and banter.

"Hey, hey, young man, the old man knows what you're thinking...... the owner of the voice seemed to care, just laughed a few times, and then said: "You can not believe it, but it doesn't matter, since you are here, it is better to do this......"

"What?" replied Hu Ji coldly.

"The old man wants to ......," the voice said in a rather low voice, "I want to make a deal with you......"

"Deal?" Hu Ji raised his eyebrows and chuckled, already wanting to see what tricks this old madman was playing.

"Yes, a ...... deal," the voice smiled, and then said in a rather seductive voice: "As long as you promise the old man and give me your life, the old man can promise you anything, whether it is murder, murder, or murder...... Hey, hey, hey...... The old man can help you do it!"

"If you're not crazy, I'm crazy. Hu Ji was stunned, then sneered, and slowly sat back, looking up at the window, without saying a word.

"Crazy, hehe, maybe the old man is really crazy......" The voice was full of banter, "but in this world, the promise of a madman is much more credible than that of a normal person......"

Hu Ji listened, but he just sneered and shook his head, thinking that he had met a rather cultural madman.

But when he was laughing, he suddenly noticed a breeze blowing behind him, a cold and biting wind.

Where does the wind come from in such a closed prison?

After years of vigilance on the battlefield, Hu Ji immediately turned around, and when he turned around, his figure quickly retreated.

In the locked cell, a strange man appeared for no reason, and the strange man had waist-length messy hair on his head, and his whole body was covered with sour sludge and dust, and his face was covered with filth.

From a distance of several feet, you can clearly smell the stench of strange people.

"How did you get in?"

Hu Ji glanced at the intact cages around him and frowned deeply.

"The doll is still a little skilled...... It doesn't matter how you got in," the strange old man jokingly folded his arms, "The important thing is, are you willing to make that deal with the old man?"

"Ben Wang...... Why should I make a deal with you?" Hu Ji clenched his fists guardedly.

"In order to get the old man out of this prison......" the strange old man slowly raised his head and glanced at the window, "Go outside...... See you again!"

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