The moonlight quietly surged into the night, and the fallen leaves rustled. The few fallen leaves in front of the pavilion highlighted the desertedness at this moment, without the flowers in front of the past under the moonlight. The street vendors in front of the door disappeared into the night with the moonlight.

When the lights were on, lanterns were hung in Ji Chi's mansion early, illuminating the lights, but there was no past fun. The lights in the hall merged with the night, but unconsciously revealed a sense of depression.

"Bang..." The cup fell to the ground, and the quiet night broke the strange coldness. The light shone on the woman's face and the panic was unrestrained. The delicate face was pale and there was no color of the past.

Peng Yiqing's voice trembled slightly: "What? You are going to go to prison, I don't agree!" There was an anxiety that could not be hidden in his eyes. Looking at the man standing against the window in the moonlight, his handsome face was even more straight under the care of the moonlight. If he stood alone like a pine tree, he would feel uneasy in a trance.

Ji Jian stood not far away from the window, looking at the bright moon outside the window, finally sighed and said to Peng Yiqing: "The teacher is as heavy as a mountain. Now that the teacher is in trouble, I cannot be ungrateful!"

He stared at Peng Yiqing in a straight line and said, "Do you have a better way?" He looked up and his eyes revealed some expectations. He was looking forward to Peng Yiqing's answer, but when he saw Peng Yiqing's swollen eyes, the expectation gradually darkened.

Peng Yiqing just took a deep breath and prevented the tears from staying. How long has it been since they were as nervous as they are today? How could Peng Yiqing not know the importance of Lao Cheng's mind against Ji Tang? But now the situation is tense and people's hearts are shaken, so he can't let Ji Tang take risks.

She said to Ji Jian word by word: "The situation is turbulent now, and the Prime Minister is being framed. I know you are anxious, but don't you just fall into the trap when you go? Do you think the emperor will let you go? He has already set up a net of heaven and earth. The Prime Minister is just bait, waiting for you to take the bait." As he said that, his voice gradually weakened, and he swallowed a little more: "Even if you don't care about these, please don't go to the prison for me, okay?"

Ji Chan originally wanted to say something, but when he saw Peng Yiqing holding back tears, he could only say in a trembling voice: "Okay!"

Every word is so powerful, but the west wind blows the night and I don’t know whose heart is beating.

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the days pass by like water. On the last day before the execution, Ji Chi and Peng Yiqing were still helpless and had no choice. The anxiety of a day made Ji Chi become thinner day by day. Peng Yiqing saw it in her eyes and felt pain in her heart, so she proposed to visit the prime minister. Ji Chi nodded at Yu Yang who was about to fall, but she didn't know what she was thinking.

The dungeon was dark and extremely damp, and it emitted a discomfort everywhere. Every time they took a step, Peng Yiqing saw Ji Chin's brows deepening. When they saw the prime minister, the prime minister stood in front of the iron prison in prison uniform. Even if his hair was messy and ragged, he could not stop the noble character he exuded from the inside out. This was a kind of courage that was incompatible with the prison.

He said lightly to Ji Gan and Peng Yiqing, "Here you come." It seemed that the person who rushed to the execution ground tomorrow was not as calm as him. Ji Gan looked at the prime minister who seemed to be unrelated to him, and a feeling of sorrow surged in his heart. Peng Yiqing looked at Ji Gan at this time, said nothing, and quietly withdrew from the prison. Leave this master and disciple to recall the past days.

Peng Yi looked at the airtight dungeon, and the surroundings were covered with dense moss and could not escape. It was firm and very dark, but the light projected by the window gave life and freedom. Peng Yiqing didn't know how this old prime minister, who was over 60 years old, treated life and death, and how he was so open-minded.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, it's because my disciples are incompetent." Ji Zhen looked regretful, and there was also an unconcealed guilt in his voice. The old prime minister just turned his back to Ji Zhen, and he couldn't see the joy on his face. He just said calmly: "It's okay, my deadline is coming, and the prince doesn't need to worry."

"But..." Ji Zhen was eager to say something, but the old prime minister waved his hand to stop him from continuing. "I can only accompany the prince here, but the princess is a good girl and a good princess. Don't be in danger for me anymore. You have to take on heavy responsibilities." As he said, his eyes emitted light, as if he could see the glory of the past vaguely.

Since he was released from prison, Ji Gen has become confused and in a daze, and no one cares about him. He dives into the study and drinks to relieve his sorrow.

The sky suddenly broke, and the sun slowly rose and fell from the east. Today's days are like the past, but they reveal a big difference.

Peng Yiqing looked at the morning light reflected outside the window, pushed open the wooden door of the study and poured a lot of afterglow. She looked at Ji Zhen, who was getting depressed, and felt that this was not a solution. He had to cheer him up so that he could not let down the old prime minister's good intentions! So she ignored Ji Zhen's resistance and forced him to the execution ground.

The genius was just dazzled, but there were crowds of people around him. The sun rose and set in the east as usual. However, today everyone refused to be together just to pray for the old prime minister. They were all native farmers and did not understand the struggle on the road to imperial power. They only knew that this prime minister who loved the people as much as his son did a lot of good things for them. Now the only thing they could do for him is to send him the last journey.

Ji Chi watched his mentor being taken down from the execution ground, with messy hair and a hint of embarrassment on his face, but he still stood up straight, just like a portrayal of his life. During the whole process, Ji Chi didn't blink a trace of eyes. But he saw that when the blood was scattered, his eyes were dyed red, and he couldn't stand firm, and sadness came from it.

Peng Yiqing looked at the old prime minister's fallen figure, and a chill sensation surged in her heart. She properly placed the old prime minister's body, but when she looked at Ji Gian, she still couldn't say anything. The so-called sadness came from it was speechless.

Ji Chan looked at Peng Yiqing's busy figure, and for some reason he felt upset. He suddenly remembered the conversation in prison. He knew that he should cheer up now, instead of escaping like a coward. He hugged Peng Yiqing and his voice was slightly suppressed: "I'm sorry, I've made you suffer, and I will take care of the future."
Chapter completed!