Martial Arts Master Travelled to Ancient Time and Farms

Above the court hall, Murong Hong was dumbfounded for a moment, and his eyes suddenly fell back.

Wei Huang asked him if he had personally equipped Murong Shujian with a master, and there was indeed no such thing.

In other words, ordinary, ordinary, trilogy guards who have cultivated three points of inner energy, Murong Hong did assign a few to Murong Shujian.

But like in the incident last night, Murong Hong is a master who can leap lightly, even if he leads people to the left and right, and can reach a distance of ten feet, let alone Murong Hong's subordinates--

Even himself, it is hard to say that he possesses that level of lightness kung fu.

Murong Hong was able to become a general because firstly, he had a family background, secondly, he had excellent military skills, and thirdly, he possessed top-level martial arts for fighting in the army.

That is to say, his kung fu is more inclined to hard kung fu, which is an immediate kung fu of opening and closing. In terms of light kung fu, Murong Hong is not outstanding.

He himself doesn't have top-level lightness kung fu, let alone his subordinates.

Various thoughts flashed in Murong Hong's mind, but his gaze passed the long line and landed on Hou Fang Ling.

Cheng Ling was very straightforward, holding an ivory wat, and bowed his head to come out. Wei Huang couldn't hide what happened last night. Instead of waiting to be confessed, it's better to take the initiative.

"Your Majesty, I happened to be on the spot for what happened last night. The person who rescued Murong Shujian was precisely my minister."

One word stirred up fine waves, and the little fifth-rank official dared to take the initiative to stand out at the court meeting!

Seeing that it was Cheng Ling, Wei Huang was surprised but tolerant: "Cheng Aiqing, is it you?"

Cheng Ling was only a fifth-rank official, but Emperor Wei called Cheng Ling "Cheng Aiqing". If some important officials were not liked by the emperor, the emperor might not even call him "Aiqing"!

As expected of an official promoted by the emperor himself, Jane is in the heart of the emperor, which can be seen.

What about the little fifth grade? At this moment, the princes of the court can be regarded as having seen what it means to be an emperor's favorite minister.

I saw Cheng Ling calmly said: "Reporting to Your Majesty, I was very angry when I saw Feng Shizi was injured last night. I was afraid that the conflict between the two sides would escalate and Feng Shizi would hurt others and himself again, so I took the liberty to take Master Murong away."

As she spoke, she briefly described what happened last night from the perspective of a bystander.

In the choice of words and sentences, Cheng Ling tried his best to be impartial and without personal emotions. This approach makes it difficult to criticize.

But I have to say that language is a very delicate thing. Even a narrative that sounds very objective and fair, sometimes it is easy to carry private goods.

What's more, Feng Da was a little... perverted.

Following Cheng Ling's narration, the events of last night reappeared in the hall as if with pictures.

In a few words, she outlined Feng Da's distortion and madness, Murong Shujian's forbearance and counterattack, and at the last critical moment, Cheng Ling made a move: She explained without a trace that she was really not biased towards anyone, she took Murong Shu away Jian is also saving Feng Da.

After explaining this wave, Cheng Ling also asked Feng Kan: "Excuse me, Uncle, how is Feng Shizi's condition now? At that time, I was in a hurry, and the officials ordered acupoints for him to stop the bleeding. Didn't this hinder Feng Shizi's body?"

Feng Kan's eyes were filled with anger and forbearance, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he wished he could yell loudly on the spot: "Zhu Zi, his heart can be punished!"

Although he didn't open his mouth to scold, Feng Kan still couldn't help but said in a cold voice: "What does Secretary Cheng mean by this? Could it be that I want you to thank you for saving my child's life?"

Cheng Ling said humbly: "I don't dare to be a life-saving grace. I just can't bear to see Feng Shizi's injuries worsen, so I have to take action."

Feng Kan pointed at Cheng Ling angrily: "You!"

"Enough!" Wei Huang patted the armrest of the throne, and finally got angry.

"You..." He stretched out his fingers to the ministers below, "You are very nice, each of you, you are really my dear mistress!"

"The prince of the uncle's mansion, after the minister, there are also my courtiers and officials... You talk about fighting for a prostitute, and then impeaching each other, attacking and annihilating each other, so absurd... You are so gentle and disrespectful! "

What does it look like? ah? What does it look like?

Wei Huang pointed to Murong Hong, then pointed to Feng Kan, but the unfinished meaning in the words rushed to his face.

The man was angry, blood spattered three feet. The emperor was angry and laid down millions of corpses.

Although it is far from the level of a million corpses, Feng Kan and Murong Hong's heart trembled at Wei Huang's sudden anger.

Murong Hong barely withstood the pressure, and called Qu Qu in the hall: "Your Majesty, what happened at that time was just as Secretary Cheng said. My son was really pressed so hard that he couldn't bear to fight back. Feng Da was so wild and rebellious that even the son of the Marquis He dares to oppress like this, who is he relying on?"

"You fart!" Feng Kan burst into obscenity in the hall, "Murong Shujian assassinated my son, it is really rebellious and rebellious!"

"..."

Come on, the topic is back to the beginning.

One is the brave general Hou Yi, and the other loyal uncle is also a general in the army. The two have a close relationship, but they impeach each other in this court, swearing at each other, without any image of honor.

The court hall has become a vegetable market. Although civil servants and military officials usually quarrel, sometimes the quarrel is fierce, and there are signs of turning the court hall into a vegetable market, but it is the first time that officials of the same faction have quarreled like this.

Of course, everyone can understand. After all, it is not only about the son but also about the face, this matter really cannot be allowed.

Cheng Ling silently watched the excitement at the end, but counted silently in his heart: one, two, three...

When she counted to ten, she finally heard a "bang".

What?

It turned out that Wei Huang raised his hand and grabbed a memorial that was held by the chief executive next to him, and threw it on the ground with a bang.

Before the emperor was angry, you might have regarded it as fake anger, but now it is real anger.

Murong Hong and Feng Kan stopped talking at the same time, they glared at each other, and quickly knelt down together. This time Murong Hong took the lead, spoke faster, hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty, I'm guilty!"

Feng Kan followed closely, shouting on his hind feet: "Your Majesty, I'm guilty!"

Wei Huang said angrily: "It's a good one to be guilty, and a good one to be convicted! If you are really guilty, I don't have to be angry today! Okay, one or two, don't talk about the others, only the rule of the family is not strict, whoever I can't escape!"

"Yong Yihou, Murong Shujian stabbed Uncle Zhongyi's youngest son, no matter what the reason is, after all, the facts are there. If you don't teach your father, you will be fined for half a year, and you will be ordered to reflect at home for a month, so that you can teach your son behind closed doors."

"Uncle Loyalty, Feng Da, as the eldest son, is ignorant and incapable of learning. He hangs around brothels all day long. As his father, you are also not responsible for teaching. I will also punish you with half a year's salary, and you will also reflect at home for a month and take good care of the eldest son. Don't call yourself a good boy, you've wasted your spirit!"

"You two, are you convinced?"

Each played 50 big boards, and a farce ended.