Ye Dongcheng, who had just picked up the wine glass, was immediately stunned in the curtain field. Before, he was still trying to conquer Wu Zheng for his own use, but now he wanted to smash this guy to death on the spot.
But in the end, even though those jade cups squeaked in his palm, they didn't hit Wu Zheng's head.
After all, this was Murong Jing's dinner, and he still had to take into account the face of His Royal Highness Zuo Wang.
Secondly, it was the 98K that he had occupied. This gun is now his biggest killer, the biggest killer in the world.
In order to claim this big killer, even if he was about to vomit blood by Wu Zheng, he did not bring out the murderer who killed Zhatai. He was worried that Murong Jingyi knew that Zhatai was Wu Zheng killed. , Will he kill Wu Zheng to avenge his half-brother? This is still two.
But he would definitely ask how Wu Zheng killed him? At that time, this topic didn't come to the gun naturally, if this let Murong Jing know that there are still benevolent weapons in this world, then the gun can still be named Ye
So Ye Dongcheng endured it. It was to endure again and again. If it was beyond endurance, it still had to be endured.
"Ye came here to offer two jars of fine wine to the prince. Isn't it too shameful that the fine wine is not respecting the prince?"
Ye Dongcheng gave Wu Zheng a private glance, and the murderous intent was already very clear, that is, you don't want to open the pot or mention which pot, and dare to fool you whether you believe it or not, I will stab you in minutes.
Wu Zheng was so frightened, no matter if his eyes were about to kill someone? He glanced at the wine glass on the table, picked it up and smiled: "Although this wine is good, the prince dare not drink it."
Murong Jing smiled slightly, put down the leg of lamb and smiled: "Oh! Why is this?"
Wu Zheng took the wine glass and smiled: "Because this is poison!"
Murong Jing couldn't help but stunned, Wu Kui's hand next to him was already pressed on the handle, and he glanced at the equally dumbfounded Ye Dongcheng with the same sullen face as his master.
Ye Dongcheng turned his head to look at Wu Zheng and said, "You are a joke, but it's not funny at all. Don't forget that you brewed this wine yourself."
"Hehe, blame me for not being clear." Wu Zheng laughed and said, "We are fine with this wine, but it is undoubtedly a poison for the prince to come to this wine."
Ye Dongcheng sneered coldly after hearing this: "Brother Wu, you shouldn't be the trick of thinking about your heroic wine again! This is my lord Zuo Wang who is spitting out in front of me. If you want to tease people, you should be clear about the target. Don't come. It was people who didn't tease them so much that they lost their lives."
"How can this be a teasing! As a doctor, and my medical skills are even a famous teacher, I will not tease my patients even if I think about pranks! Brother Ye will take my medical skills. Dissatisfied?"
"The blind cat hit a dead mouse, what's so good about it."
"Are you a dead rat?"
"I..." Ye Dongcheng realized that he had just made a mistake, and couldn't help but look at Murong Jing embarrassedly: "That's not what the prince's humble job meant."
Murong Jing chuckled: "Doctor Wu is just a joke, why should you care about Dongcheng? What happened to you today? There is still like a wise national teacher?"
Ye Dongcheng was also bewildered by Wu Zheng. The arrogance of Murong Jing was useless to Wu Zheng, but it didn't mean it was useless to Ye Dongcheng.
Although Ye Dongcheng wanted to become another right king of Tuyuhun since Zhatai's death, and later became the prince's reclusive. But he must have been born in the rivers and lakes, and the structure is only that big. Compared with the descendants of the royal family who holds hundreds of thousands of iron knights like Murong Jing, the arrogance of this person is not even a little bit worse.
After being beaten by Wu Zheng with a hammer from the east to the west, Ye Dongcheng was dizzy, where there was still the usual composure.
Ye Dongcheng also knew that he was stunned by Wu Zheng, but now he has any way, he can't kill Wu Zheng right now!
Since Wu Zheng saw that Murong Jing was ill, he immediately decided to hold on to his thigh, and determined to part ways with Ye Dongcheng.
For Wu Zhenglai, as long as he called Murong Jing's thigh, it was Ye Dongcheng. Now Murong Jing wants to squeeze him to death. Isn't it as simple as squeezing an ant? #br... ... (End of this chapter)