After such a disturbance, Yun Qian calmed down instead. He raised his hand and took off his helmet, with a penitent and pitiful look on his face. He leaned down fiercely and made a few "bumps bounces", knocking four in a row. He rattled his head and said tremblingly: "Weichen just lost his son and acted recklessly. Not only did he startle the saint, but he almost wronged the good man. It's really a sin worthy of death. Please give him your sin!"
Emperor Tan Yan let out a long sigh when he heard the words, his expression relieved a lot. He pressed the handle with both hands, stood up from the dragon chair and walked two steps tightly, emptied Yun Qian, and a clear tear was squeezed out of the corner of his eyes. He said with a very painful tone: "That kid Yuntong, I used to love it very much. , Unexpectedly, due to this misfortune, my Principality of Martial Arts lost another day of injustice, how unfair it is! Don’t worry, Aiqing, I will find out about this matter, and I will slash the murderer for you at that time! Love! Qing Aizi is eager, and God is pitiful. What a sin, I should assume that what happened today has never happened. Ai Qing, please get up!"
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Thank you for not killing your Majesty." Yun Qian's body was trembling slightly, and he stood up slowly with his head down, as if he was very grateful. Only Wu Yu saw it. The moment Yun Qian raised his head, the corner of his eyes flashed. The cold is so terrible!
Wu Yu finally opened his eyes completely, walked over in grief, patted Yun Qian on the shoulder, and said pityingly: "Man, my son is not up to date. Kung Fu is so bad that he is definitely not an opponent of the noble son. He will not kill your son. Besides, my son was assassinated by an unknown person last night, and he is still seriously injured in the bed. Whether he can wake up is not yet known. How could he be the murderer of your son? I think there must be something else in it. Mysterious, the enemy wants to provoke the relationship between our two families. He is a good fisherman and profitable. He too underestimated you and me!"
Yun Qian folded his hand to Wu Yu, but looked away, and said in a low voice: "Duke Wu said it is very true. It was my mistake just now, so Wu Gong forgive me!"
Wu Yu waved his hand and said nothing. Thinking about the whole thing in his heart, knowing that Yun Qian would never give up, he was a little worried. The Wufeng Competition is approaching day by day, the Capital of Wind is surging and the undercurrent is surging, and all forces have their own needs. The martial family is rich in the enemy's country and has countless wealth, which has become a target of public criticism. The series of things yesterday was obviously a big conspiracy. Fortunately, there were some signs of improvement in Wu Ling, otherwise Wu Yu would really be exhausted physically and mentally and lose confidence.
A few people were speechless, and the hall was surprisingly quiet, and the atmosphere was a bit embarrassing. At this moment, only one person said gruffly: "Lao Yun, Lao Wu, one of you has no son, and the other is seriously injured. You should have pity for the same illness. Why are you fighting here? Hey, today I'll just be a peacemaker, and you will reconcile now!"
When the court officials saw this person talking, they stepped back. This life has a reckless appearance, exuding a vigorous air, two big copper bell-like eyes are comparable to a pair of bull's eyes, and a large number of beards are stabbed from the chin, like a knife on a stage. The painted face of the gun Wusheng.
In fact, he is much more martial artist than on the stage. This man is the Marshal of Ten Thousands of Erlangs in the Principality of Wufeng. His surname is Zongwu Tan. He is the home of the Tan family and the uncle of Emperor Tan Yan.
This man is the No. 1 real power figure in the Principality of Wufeng, with thousands of troops in his hands, and a big figure who stomped the entire Principality three times. At the same time, he is also the No. 1 Poppi, No. 1 Rogue, No. 1 Hob Meat, etc. in the Wufeng Principality. He is a black-bellied god-level player who holds a long spear for the truth and a shit with the truth. Even the current Emperor Tan Yan must respectfully shout when he sees him, Uncle Emperor, how are you!
When his old man came out, the hundred officials in the court hall saw something strange: "Isn't this old boy coming to court for a long time? How did you catch up with the excitement today? Is it a coincidence?"
Feng Yingsen saw this, stroked her beautiful beard, walked slowly over with a smile, and said if he was pointed out: "Yeah, Uncle Tan said it is very true, but the nephew Yuntong just drove away, brother Yun Qian I still need to sorrow and change!" Speaking of grief came from my heart, it was hard to hide the tears of grief, as if the person who died was not Yuntong, but his own son.
Tan Zongwu's bullfighting eyes glared untiringly, like a blind bear in a deep mountain forest, and cursed at Feng Yingsen: "Cry, cry, cry, your mother has a fart! I just persuaded you, you! I'm here to fan the flames, do you want to die?"
Tan Zongwu’s son Tan Yaowu rushed over and was about to grab Feng Yingsen’s collar. At the same time, he said angrily: “Traitor, my dad is talking to two adults, where is your turn to interrupt? I think it’s about today. You are the man behind the scenes, come here, take down Feng Yingsen!"
All the court officials looked sideways, the father and son. It was really lawless, and even dared to use hooliganism in the court, Emperor Tan Yan regretted a little, and he was dumbfounded.
Tan Yaowu’s action was like stabbing a hornet’s nest. The hundreds of officials in the Jinluan Temple rubbed their hands and immediately divided into several forces. A large group of officials stood behind Tan Zongwu, and a large group of officials stood behind Feng Yingsen. There is also a small group hiding far away in the corner of the Jinluang Temple, with a gesture of watching a good show.
This general and the prime minister have been at odds for a long time, but it has never been so clear as today. Wu Yu and Yun Qian looked at each other, but felt very innocent.
"Enough!" Emperor Tan Yan was inexhaustible with anger, and shouted, "You two set an example of a hundred officials and dare to fight in the Golden Temple. Don't you put me in your eyes? Those who fight are no longer fighting, you guys. What excitement the two persuading parties, don’t you think it’s not enough excitement today?"
The emperor Tan Yan was angry, and the officials fell silent. Except for Tan Zongwu, Feng Yingsen, Wu Yu, Yun Qian, and Tan Yaowu, they all knelt down immediately and shouted in unison: "The ministers are guilty, please punish them! "
"Okay, I am also aware of this matter today. The Yun family died of the son, and Wu Yu injured his son. It was messy at first, and you two ineffective things have come to make trouble! Yun Qian and Wu Yu are in love with each other. Originally, there is no reward or punishment. Feng Yingsen and Tan Zongwu are unreasonable for making trouble, and they will be fined for one year! Hundred officials need to take a warning, not as an example!"
Penalty for one year! This punishment is really light. Is it a punishment for Tan Zongwu? Moreover, the father and son Tan Zongwu were unreasonable just now, which is obvious to all officials, but Feng Yingsen was also punished.
"Qing and others are all talents of national pillars, and I was really disappointed and disappointed to be so presumptuous in the Palace of Jinluan. Okay, this is the end of today's affairs. I am tired. Let's go to the next dynasty!" Emperor Tan Yan Very angry, furious, he turned around and walked towards the inner hall, with a smile that was not easily noticeable at the corner of his mouth, as if everything was under control.