Ning Zhengzhong felt that there was no problem in handling it this way.

First, the other party came to cause trouble and injured his own person.

Secondly, I spared him a breath for the sake of King Xin.

Thirdly, if I don’t teach him a lesson, how will the Guozhangfu gain a foothold in the capital in the future?

"Up."

Ning Zhengzhong waved his hand.

The seven or eight imperial guards following him abandoned their swords and rushed towards Chen Mo.

Since we have to save our breath, we must not be able to use weapons. After all, swords have no eyes.

These people are all good players among the guards. Ning Yueshuang specially selected them from the guards to serve as guards for her father.

"Bold, I am Chen Mo, a hundred households in Fusi, Beizhen."

Chen Mo took out the sign of Beizhen Fusi from his arms. He knew it was enough, so he revealed his identity, and then said: "Ning Guozhang, I came to the reception in a nice manner. It was you, the housekeeper, who took action without saying anything. I

The person who injured you was completely out of self-defense. You just said you would only spare me a breath, which is too disrespectful to Chu Lu."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was slightly shocked, but it was just a shock. For them, the law only restrains the people below. Not to mention just hurting people now, even if they kill someone, they can still get away with it.

What's more, the other party is still the head of the country, so it would be too naive to propose Chu Law.

Some people's eyes are a little contemptuous.

When the seven or eight guards who rushed over saw the sign of Beizhen Fusi, they hesitated for a moment.

Ning Zhengzhong narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Butler He who was standing aside. The latter also didn't expect that Chen Mo had become one of the 100 households in Fusi, Beizhen. He only wanted to take down Chen Mo for claiming credit from Ning Zhengzhong.

Seeing Butler He's eyes dodge, Ning Zhengzhong knew that he had made the decision on his own.

Ning Zhengzhong snorted coldly: "I didn't invite you. You came without a fight. The people below just blocked you from entering, but you were injured. It's so rampant. Why are you still standing there? Take him down..."
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No matter what the reason is, he was the one who injured the person. Even if it is really his fault, compared with his own face, he must give Chen Mo some color.

Chen Mo raised his eyebrows, confusing right and wrong.

But he couldn't say anything anymore, he saw that the seven or eight people were already close to him with fists.

Chen Mo took off the laces of his cloak and flicked his big hand. The cloak flew out like a flag and enveloped several people. He rushed out and stepped on the ground with his boots. When their vision was blocked, he directly hit them.

The mountain bumper hit me.

Several people were knocked out directly, their bodies were swaying and they had not yet recovered.

Only a crash was heard.

Chen Mo pulled on the big cloak and put it on his body, fastened the laces quickly, and punched his body like raindrops.

Black Tiger Fist!

Several people instantly felt a heavy blow to their heads.

Bang bang bang!

After a while, eight people fell to the ground one after another, covering their chests and wailing.

"What a powerful skill." The people watching around made sounds of surprise, and then started to comment.

Chen Mo slowly picked up the white fox shawl on the ground, patted the stains on it, and then handed over the invitation letter given to him by King Xin: "Here."

Seeing that Ning Zhengzhong didn't answer, Chen Mo handed it to Butler He, then walked straight past Ning Zhengzhong and walked towards Xueyin Pavilion.

"Sure enough, there is no one available. A country's headmaster doesn't even have a decent master around him." Chen Mo said in his heart.

"You...you..." Ning Zhengzhong pointed at Chen Mo's back, his face ashen.

"Old... Master, this is the Xiao family. He is here on behalf of the Xiao family." Steward He tremblingly handed the invitation letter to Ning Zhengzhong, with the Xiao family's promotion on it.

"Jiangnan Xiao Family."

The crowd finally calmed down.

The Xiao family in Jiangnan is Princess Xin’s natal family.

Although there is a rebellion in the south this time, it is only in the Yangzhou area and will not affect the Xiao family at all. The influence of the Xiao family extends to the entire Jiangnan.

At this moment, they remembered the assassination of Princess Qingguan Xin some time ago. It was rumored that a guard in golden clothes saved Princess Xin.

Is this the person?

Some princes and ministers directly bypassed Ning Zhengzhong and headed towards Chen Mo.

Ning Zhengzhong's face was as gloomy as water.

Although Chen Mo is extremely unwelcome, he is here on behalf of the Xiao family, so he really can’t stop him.

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The light of the glazed lamp shines under the eaves of the building. In the hall on the first floor of Xueyin Pavilion, dozens of desks are arranged in a circle. There are bachelors in Confucian robes, students from the academy, sons of princes and ministers, ladies and ladies in elegant clothes.

.Drinking and writing poems, it’s so lively.

[On December 23rd of the first year of Hongcheng, you followed King Xin’s instructions and came to attend the Snow Song Reception, and had a conflict with the Guozhang’s Mansion. You dealt with it with your own strength and obtained attribute points 2.]<

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When Chen Mo entered the hall, the system prompt sounded in his mind.

At this moment, a figure passed by him, bumped into him, and then faced Ning Zhengzhong behind him.

"Guozhang."

"The Number One Scholar."

After Wei Congwen and Ning Zhengzhong cupped their hands, they started talking passionately.

"No. 1 pick." Chen Mo raised his eyebrows and found a place to sit down alone. There was a piece of paper in his hand, which was given to him by Wei Congwen, who bumped into him just now.

Just when he was about to look.

A young man swayed and sat down in front of Chen Mo, holding a fan even in the winter.

He folded the fan in one hand and said with a chuckle: "Xu Boyuan, I have met Brother Chen."

Chen Mo clasped his hands slightly and was startled: "Do we know each other?"

"Father Xu Qian." Xu Boyuan said.

"It turns out it's Mr. Xu. It's polite to lower your rank." Chen Mo stood up and bowed his hand to Xu Boyuan.

The son of the Minister of Punishment, a real powerful person.

"You're welcome, sit down, sit down." Xu Boyuan shook his fan and said immediately: "Brother Chen's move just now was really beautiful, not sloppy at all, I admire you."

"Young Master Xu praised me, but the little tricks of the lower officials are not worth mentioning in front of Young Master Xu."

"Come on, brother Chen, don't be polite in front of me. A twenty-four-year-old fifth-level warrior is much better than me."

"Master Xu is so humble."

Xu Boyuan smiled, put down the folding fan, picked up the hot tea on the table and took a sip, and then said softly: "Ning Zhengzhong just can't see the situation clearly, and he actually wants to use this cocktail party to form cliques for personal gain. It's really ridiculous."

Chen Mo smiled and did not answer.

He knows Ning Zhengzhong.

It's one thing to not be able to clearly see the situation, and it's another thing to be confused by the authorities.

Another point is that maybe Ning Zhengzhong himself wants to take a gamble.

Ning Zhengzhong cares so much about power, and he must know that once the little emperor falls, all the current glory and wealth will disappear, and he may even be implicated.

He will definitely not sit back and watch everything he owns disappear.

Why not cling to power and give it a try?

"Brother Chen, do you know what the title of the first poetry competition at this cocktail party is?" Xu Boyuan said with a smile, pretending.
Chapter completed!