"You, are you a devil? Are you going to start a massacre in my palace?" Prince Xiaoyao was so angry that his beard was crooked. Fan Qingyi was so treacherous.
He usually pretends to be a gentle and weak scholar, but once he gets on the stage, he becomes a completely different person. The two masters in his mansion can't even touch his clothes.
"Please rest assured, Your Majesty. We are only doing this to a certain extent. No one's life will be harmed. At most, you will need to stay in bed for ten days or half a month. It shouldn't affect other things, right?"
Fan Qingyi was very satisfied with the effect. He also wanted to intimidate the other party, so he had no intention of showing mercy from the beginning.
He is the number one agent in China, and he is ordered to arrest and kill the villains. Which one of them is not a big boss who has committed heinous crimes? Which one of them is not stronger than the guards below who have never actually been on the battlefield
Otherwise, even if today's incident is over, there will be new difficulties tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. This troublesome prince will not let him go so easily.
Fan Qingyi thought it was a relaxed thing, but he didn't know that the more Prince Xiaoyao looked at him, the more frightened he became. He felt that he was a spy sent by the enemy country, otherwise he wouldn't be so powerful.
No, he had to think of other ways to get rid of Fan Qingyi.
Seeing that no one dared to go on stage, Prince Xiaoyao wanted to call for a stop, but as soon as he raised his hand, he heard a voice: "I'll do it."
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a man in a white robe who jumped lightly onto the stage.
"My name is Song Yuanqiao. I wonder if I am qualified to have a discussion with Mr. Fan."
It was the first time that Fan Qingyi saw this man. He felt that he was murderous and could clearly sense his hostility towards him, as if he had stolen the man's lover.
It's strange. He hasn't done anything since he came to this world, so why does he have so many enemies
"Yuanqiao, why are you joining in the fun? Come down now!" The adult who had said before that he wanted to see Fan Qingyi's strength stood up in a panic, pointed at Song Yuanqiao and shouted angrily.
Song Yuanqiao turned a deaf ear to him and only wanted to defeat Fan Qingyi.
Lord An saw this and advised slowly, "Lord Song, let the young people fight and quarrel with each other. Besides, your son is the famous General Ding'an of our Great Qin. He is both civil and military strategists. Don't be too nervous."
Prince Xiaoyao was eager to have someone who could defeat Fan Qingyi. Song Yuanqiao had been following Qin Zhou since he joined the army. He was a well-known ruthless character. Maybe he could really defeat Fan Qingyi.
So he also tried to comfort Lord Song, saying, "Lord Song, in my opinion, General Song is your Majesty's favorite general, and he may win. Moreover, under the watchful eyes of the public, this warrior Fan will not hurt General Song in front of me and the others."
It's just that the volume was so loud that even Fan Qingyi on the stage could hear it clearly and couldn't help but laugh. They knew clearly that the chances of winning were not high, but they still insisted on having General Song compete with them.
Lord Song was almost dying of anxiety, but he didn't want to offend the prince and Lord An, so he could only worry.
Fan Qingyi bowed and said politely, "Of course you can, General Song, nice to meet you."
"I have heard of Mr. Fan's great name for a long time. Seeing him today, I can see that he is indeed extraordinary."
Song Yuanqiao stood with his fists clasped, and became polite with a stern expression.
Fan Qingyi smiled slightly: "General Song, please."
Song Yuanqiao raised his hand and said, "Mr. Fan, please."
The two people on the stage were not in a hurry at all, but the people below were as anxious as ants on hot pan.
Prince Xiaoyao was the first to get impatient and said, "Why don't you two come together?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a sharp voice at the gate of the back garden: "Your Majesty has arrived."
(End of this chapter)