In the hearts of many princes and ministers, the fact that the Orange King created his own father was the internal household chores of the royal family. As a courtier, to be honest and cold to him is called loyalty. Minwan is noncommittal about it, this is called Mingzhe to protect himself.
But you want my daughter and granddaughter to be a prostitute
I saw that the Prime Minister of the Dynasty and the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, the Wuji Hall, was not as good as the Grand Scholar Liston, beating his chest with his beard, stood up and shouted angrily: "I'm going to be a bear from your grandma!"
The elders of the two dynasties have been prime ministers since the generation of Grandpa Orange King. They are known as evergreen trees in the political arena. Tai Chi is invincible and not old.
Even he roared, can these ministers, who are considered his students' generation, still not speak? The Chen Gong Group, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly exploded.
"I have to repair these rebels!"
"Bah! Fuck your mother's official prostitute! Whoever dares to visit is the third grandson! The old servant of the Ministry of Labor, let's see who dares to touch Deputy Governor Shen!"
"Yiren beat him! The old man won't believe it anymore, an orange king will turn against the sky!"
Old Prime Minister Li Si was lifted up by the students tremblingly, showing his arms and rolling his sleeves, pointing at His Royal Highness Orange King's nose and scolding: "I have endured you for a long time! Come here if you have the ability, I will practice with you alone!"
The old prime minister's words were no less than the emperor sacrificing to the sky to reward the three armies. The elder civil servants I saw ignored the swords attached to them, jumped up and down, shouted, and rushed over desperately.
These people are very important to the future governance of the Orange King, and the Orange King specially ordered not to really hurt them. They have no martial arts, and drinking alcohol mixed with thorns and tears has no effect. Therefore, he has been surrounded by private soldiers with swords and no restraints. Anyway, he is not afraid of what these literati can do.
But I didn't expect this to be the biggest drawback!
This group of people rushed over in a hurry. At least 30% of the people were all old men with white hair. They were afraid that if they touched it, they would be damaged. The private soldiers listened to the order of the Orange King, how dare they stop them. These old men held hands and supported each other to rush together, not to mention adding swords to their bodies, just mixing and smashing one would make their bones fall apart.
As a result, the left and right private soldiers immediately retreated, vacating a large area, and as a result, the group of old officials with red eyes like ** bulls rushed towards His Royal Highness the Orange King as if they were no one.
The Orange King immediately panicked. His combat power was a little stronger than that of Old Prime Minister Li, and he was not necessarily an opponent compared to other slightly stronger civil servants. What's more, with so many people going together, the Orange King was immediately surrounded by a tide of civil servants.
The Orange King took a few steps back and hurriedly shouted: "Escort and escort! Chengkong Jun was assassinated, come and escort"
But others were too far away to come.
Recently, Long Zaitian twitched his wrists to protect the first guard, but after a closer look, hey, I'll go!
The first prime minister of the dynasty, the three in the middle were the Grand Scholar of Wuying Hall, Wenhua Hall, and Jiquan Hall, and one of them was the teacher of Long Zaitian's father. All his grandmother is Ge Lao!
Even the commander of Qilin Wei didn't dare to touch their hair here. What's more, it's me
Immediately, I closed my fists, stood up properly, and asked all teachers to pass without hindrance and express their attitude: This is a monarch-subject problem between you and the ministers, and I am not qualified to solve it.
The Orange King was instantly surrounded by the ministers, and the old fist hit him, immediately drowning the Orange King.
Fu Xiang immediately stepped forward when he saw it, but his mind relaxed, only to feel the wind behind his ears, and a sharp sword qi approached the side of his neck, cutting the flesh painfully. Fuxiang's mind is shocked: enemy attack!
It is also because of his high cultivation base that he tilted his head to one side, and his body immediately pulled out three feet. But the other party came so fast that he almost broke his head. Fu Xiang tried his best to dodge, but there was still a shocking wound on his neck.
Fuxiang looked sideways, and was inexplicably horrified. The person who attacked was actually this person! !
Chapter 33 I am loyal and the dragon is in the sky
A string of blood beads flew away from the Fuxiang's neck, like a bunch of raindrops falling on the ground, and like countless grapes falling from the sky, the full-bodied dark red balls smashed happily. The ground was scarlet.
Fu Xiang had imagined many people at this moment, and even considered the possibility of his own rebellion and the possibility of a violent attack, but he didn't expect it to be her!
Shen Yiren, who should have been unable to move because of the thorns and tears, poked her fingers like a sword, and the sharpness of the sword energy at her fingertips was even stronger than that of ordinary swords. Obviously, her internal strength was as usual. Her hair was disheveled like a female ghost, her snow-white slender fingertips flashed with a hint of green light, and she was uncertain, like a snake.
Fu Xiang was horrified: It was Jianmang! This girl is so young, but she has already practiced the realm of Jianmang!
Fu Xiang was stunned in his heart, and his steps were not slow, but he still stepped back again and again. The sword on the side of his neck is no trivial matter, and if he is not careful, he will die. Although this sword was not fatal, the wound is still bleeding, and there is a danger of expanding the injury with a little luck. If these injuries are not stopped immediately, there will be endless troubles. Fu Xiang didn't have time to fight back, and subconsciously wanted to acupoint to seal the blood flow.
It's just that his young opponent didn't give him that chance. Shen Yiren's sword finger was unpredictable, and Fu Xiang had the heaviest wound on the side of his neck. The position of her sword finger was not the neck, left or right, up or down, and all the stabs were hands and feet, but Fu Xiang was flawless. Self-healing acupoints. If Fu Xiang tried to acupoint acupuncture points to cut blood, he would inevitably suffer more sword wounds under the light of Shen Yiren's sword.
He hesitated for a moment, only to feel that the left chest was wet, and the blood had dyed his clothes red. Near the neck is close to numbness, completely unconscious, obviously getting into danger. If it goes on like this, it will greatly affect the combat power.
On this Feiyuping, Fu Xiang is clearly the highest in martial arts, but he has always been checked and balanced by a dragon in the sky, but now even Shen Yiren can tie his hands and feet. How could he not be annoyed. Shen Yiren's cold words came to mind at this time: Your plan seems foolproof, but it lacks a bit of ruthlessness, which means that you dare not do everything, walk on the rivers and lakes, and your martial arts are so high but courageous. You are a rare person who is as small as a mouse.
Fuxiang's heart was full of anger, and his throat let out a roar like a wounded animal. He ignored the wound on his neck, turned his arm, and slapped Shen Yiren with his palm. Wu Chu's inner strength continued to flow, and the blood on the neck also poured out in large quantities.
Unexpectedly, Shen Yiren's pretty face revealed a smile, and the delicate body that was chasing forward stopped at this moment, turned her toes slightly, and her slender figure shifted, floating a few feet back with the wind of her palm. A snow lotus-like arm flicked and took away a sword from the table. One more step alone, with the powerful palm of Fuxiang, it was like a small boat falling into the river and sea. Like a spring swallow, it floats towards the ring with ease.
Fuxiang has a plan in his heart! But Shen Yiren has never returned.
As soon as Shen Yiren landed on the ring, holding a three-foot green peak, he was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep. The sharpness of her sword beam is already amazingly powerful when used with her fingers, let alone with a sword. How can the one who stayed in the ring watching over the warriors be her opponent.
In a few moves, she subdued a few forbidden troops, and with one sword cut the ropes that bound a few court warriors. The warriors who are going to fight in the ring today, except for the Thirteen Wings of the Black Wind, are all warriors who have not drank the tears of thorns. It's just that they were tied up with water-soaked cowhide ropes, and it was difficult to break free. Shen Yiren broke free as soon as Jianmang arrived.
Fu Xiangyun pointed like the wind, sealed his own acupuncture point, and was busy flying to the ring.
I saw Shen Yiren's sword edge everywhere, and released a tiger-wolf warrior. It has added countless variables to the battle on Feiyuping.
On the imperial platform, King Orange was beaten and kicked by a group of old ministers. The Orange King is like a water scoop that only floats on the water, press down and float up, press down again and float up. For a moment, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he shouted loudly: "Long Qing's family, escort! Escort!"
Long Zaitian has been paying attention to the situation on Shen Yiren's side. Seeing that Shen Yiren has fallen into the ring to release the warriors, his duties have come to an end. He shouted to the Orange King: "Come on!"
He was agile, a scorpion flipped over the heads of the ministers, and the ape arm lightly stretched a hook to the orange queen's collar, and immediately rescued the orange king from the crowd.
All the ministers were outraged and howled, Daolong Zaitian, you, a chaotic minister and thief, helped Zhou to abuse him, and I saw this old man came to practice with you.
Long Zaitian smiled lightly on his face, but made a move that no one could have guessed. Before landing, he turned around and threw the Orange King out. The Orange King finally got out of the bitter sea, and before he had time to say thank you, the whole person was thrown out by Long Zaitian and fell to the ground in a very embarrassing manner.
The ministers were overjoyed, beaming with joy, and praised Daolong, the deputy commander of the public body, for the country. Long Zaitian clasped his fists and bowed in salute, saying with a smile that he was ashamed.
The Orange King was surprised and inexplicable, and said angrily to Long Zaitian: "Dog slave! What are you doing!"
Long Zaitian shouted violently, stretched out his arms, grabbed the back collar of the Orange King, and slammed hard on a chair. The chair fell apart immediately, and the pained Orange King screamed.
"Shut up? Call a fart!" Long Zaitian grabbed the orange king's front again, opened his bows from left to right, and slapped him, "You idiot Chengkong Jun, my goddess of Long Zaitian, you dare to fight I told you to fight! I told you to fight!"
Papapapapa, four palms in a row, the orange king almost shouted, "My mother never beat me like this", and two swollen bumps suddenly bulged on both sides of the white cheeks.
As soon as the four slaps were finished, Long Zai Tian suddenly felt a strong wind blowing in front of him. There were several different weapons in the wind, and it was obvious that Hei Feng's thirteen wings came to the rescue.
Heifeng Thirteen Wings is famous for fighting in the martial arts, naturally it is not easy to provoke, Long Zaitian does not think that he can win so many, and he knows it is not good. Immediately, he raised his big hand and threw the Orange Dynasty out of the audience. Heifeng Thirteen Wings really threw out to save the Orange King, and rescued the Orange King before he fell into a maim like Xiang Batian.
The orange king was severely beaten by the ministers, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and the fat beating of Long Zaitian, who had an unusually strong hand, was even more incredible. The orange king with a face like a crown of jade was beaten at this time. It is estimated that even his own mother, the empress, could not recognize him. He gasped and pointed at Long Zaitian: "Long Zaitian! You, you are guilty of this, you, you. Tired of living!!"
"Ah bah." Long Zaitian said disdainfully, "It's you, the Orange King. You underestimate our Three Divisions Yamen. Miss Shen said it well, I'm a soldier, you're a thief, why did I commit a crime?"
"Hey! Your brain isn't broken!" The Orange King was about to be amused by this reckless man, and shouted: "You have already surrendered to me, how can you oppose me? If you don't have a brain, this king will wake you up! You have received bribes from this king, and you have already verified the evidence. Today, you and this king are chatting and laughing on the royal stage, and everyone can see that you already have the brand of my orange king. At this time, you are going to be a servant of three surnames. Be careful to end up like Xiang Batian!"
Long Zaitian waved his hand indifferently: "Xiang Batian is swaying from side to side, how am I? I have always been loyal to only one person, what about three family slaves?"
"Do you think that your Qilinwei will still accept a traitor like you? Today's thorns and tears are yours. Did these princes and ministers see that you protected me? Do you think you can get rid of them in a few words?"
"So you, the Orange King, are really incompetent. I've taken medicine, but why is Miss Shen okay now?"
When King Orange saw the heroic Shen Yi in the ring, he really had nothing at all, and he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.