Male God, a Little Su

The token was twisted in his hand, and the corners of his lips slightly curled up, "The time has come—"

Jiang Taishi's eyes burst open suddenly, "You!!"

"Master Jiang, please go all the way."

The token landed with a clatter, making a crisp sound.

The man turned around leisurely, and the cold wind suddenly picked up, blowing the corners of his blue clothes, and the light-colored purse tied around his waist was already old.

"cut--"

The executioner raised his head and took a sip of strong wine, raised his knife and dropped it.

Under the pale sun, bright red blood splattered everywhere.

A few drops just splashed onto the hem of the man's clothes, and his brows were slightly frowned.

The executioners behind him and the accompanying officials all fell to their knees, humbly begging for mercy, "Master, please spare me!"

The man lowered his eyes and stroked his clean, unsoiled purse. The depression in my heart is still there, if I knew it earlier, I shouldn't bring it out today.

"It's so unlucky..."

The cold tone was very low, as if rolling off the tip of the tongue, with a careless feeling, but no one dared to underestimate him.

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

Those who have offended him over the years are dead and crippled.

All in all, being able to leave the old man and return to his hometown in one piece is considered a great consummation. What's more, it fell to the same fate as Jiang Taishi.

"It's a villain who has no eyes, and I ask the Master of the National Teacher to make amends."

The executioner lay on the ground trembling.

The man shook his head, looked up at the sky, the clouds were dense, and the wind was cold.

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

The entourage quietly draped the snow-colored cloak over his shoulders, and fine snow particles swirled down from the sky, touching his hair and shoulders.

Everyone didn't dare to make a sound, watching the tall and elegant man, who was surrounded by a group of officials, boarded the chauffeur, and left slowly.

Su Yan bent her lips, folded her hands around her chest, and tapped her arms twice with her fingertips with great interest.

"I found you," she licked her lips, her tone was flirtatious, "my little fugitive—"

The crowd gradually dispersed, Su Yan turned around.

Su Zhi suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, he frowned, and suddenly raised the curtain to look around, his gaze was like a torch.

As if something important slipped away from him.

"Master, what's the matter?"

The follower leaned over carefully and asked softly.

Su Zhi pursed his thin and cold lips, and put down the curtain indifferently.

After a long time, a cold voice came from inside.

"Nothing, let's go."

Maybe, he was wrong.

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

Su Zhi took a deep breath, his heart ached.

I can't think about it anymore--

...

The first snow of this year came very early.

Thin snow covered the cornices of the imperial palace.

It is a golden palace, decorated with a touch of elegance.

"Boom, boom—"

"Trash, a bunch of trash! What is the origin of that Su Zhi! The emperor actually believed his nonsense?!"

wishful hall

Concubine Mu clenched her fist and slammed it hard on the table, panting heavily and sitting beside her.

A pair of beautiful eyes were full of viciousness.

"Your Majesty, calm down..."

The hall was full of kneeling people, and the palace people fell on the ground and shivered.

"Master Jiang...beheaded..."

Some words that didn't form sentences popped up here and there, enough to make Concubine Mu Guizi want to tear her apart.

"Good! What a Su Zhi!"

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