"Please tell the prince, layman, that this matter must give a result. This is what our abbot wants..."
When Wu Chong came over, the monk from Daming Temple was negotiating with someone.
On the side of the palace, a man with a goatee in a blue dress was negotiating with people on both sides. The people from Jinghai Academy next to him seemed to have finished talking.
"I will definitely tell the prince what the abbot meant. But there must be some misunderstanding in this matter. Our Jinghai Palace has always stood on the same front as the Daming Temple. When our little prince was born, the abbot came to bless us."
Pass. In my opinion, this matter must have been done by a lunatic from the Huangshen Sect pretending to be the young prince, and wanted to destroy the relationship between our palace and the Daming Temple." The person who can be pushed out by the palace must be the best at doing this kind of thing.
In just a few words, the responsibility was completely pushed away, and the blame was placed on the Aragami Sect.
Anyway, the Aragami Sect often does this kind of dirty work.
This is what the Zhenwu Sect did when they attacked Emperor Qi. That time they said that all the old Heavenly Masters had joined the Huangshen Sect. What was the result?
So this routine.
They are all familiar.
Just like the emperor's new clothes, everyone knows it but no one exposes it. This is also the best strategy to maintain a balance of expressions. The monk sent by Daming Temple obviously understands this truth. He just nodded in agreement but did not express an opinion.
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"Regarding the losses of Daming Temple and Jinghai Academy, our palace..."
While the goatee-bearded scribe was speaking, a foot suddenly kicked out from the side. The kick hit him, sending him flying out and hitting the flower bed behind.
It took a long time for Goatee to regain his senses and stand up holding on to the wall.
"Wow" he spat out a mouthful of blood.
He had forgotten everything he was going to say next. Now Goatee felt as if he had been hit by a bison, with several broken bones. There was a lake of slurry inside his head. Only then did he see that a group of people from Zhenwu Cult were also coming.
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The person who kicked him just now is the current Qingyi landlord.
The wanted criminal designated by Emperor Qi.
"I don't care what happens to the two families, but this time for our Zhenwu Sect, you must give us an explanation, otherwise we will start a war!"
After kicking someone, Wu Chong felt refreshed.
Although he didn't kick the door, it was the same as kicking someone. Looking at the goatee's attire, he should still have some status in the palace. His strength was also good, and he didn't die on the spot after receiving his kick.
"you!
"
It took Goatee a long time to catch his breath. Looking at the arrogant and domineering Wu Chong, he wanted to rush forward and hack him to death.
"Rebirth of the Great Era of Fighting Waves"
It's just that when he came out this time, King Jinghai made special instructions.
No matter what the cost, this incident must be settled and not have any impact on the palace. The secret fighting and plotting is a secret matter. On the surface, the Jinghai Palace must be on the same side as the three major sects.
"The man over there in black armor, go get me a glass of water."
Wu Chong recognized the black-armored commander over there.
It was this guy who kicked in the door to his backyard last time.
"I'm not a negotiator." Hei Jiadutong responded expressionlessly.
The young prince had already lost points because he failed to handle the matter assigned to him last time. I still don’t know how the young prince will deal with him in the future. Thinking of this, the black-armored commander felt a little depressed, and even less interested in talking to Wu Chong.
"If you don't fall? Then let's start a war."
Wu Chong waved his sleeves, turned around and left.
Ma Runan and others he brought over followed him, and when they saw him turning around, they all acted as if they were leaving.
Seeing their attitude, the people at Daming Temple and Jinghai Academy were stunned for a moment.
Doesn’t this new Qingyi landlord know the rules?
Undercurrents are surging, but the surface is peaceful.
This is the core of the struggle between their classes. Everyone is talking so well, but why does someone turn the table over?
"etc!"
Goatee suppressed his anger and the injuries caused by Wu Chong's kick just now, and said to the black-armored commander.
"Go get some water!"
The black armor all had angry faces, but after seeing the goatee's expression, they suppressed their anger and poured Wu Chong a glass of water. After pouring the water, the black armor all left without looking back. They couldn't stay in front of this.
I don’t know what kind of trouble I will face if I continue to stay here.
"I wonder what the poster wants to talk about? This matter must have nothing to do with our palace."
The goatee has a cold expression.
If it weren't for King Jinghai's orders, he would have wanted to leave.
"My senior brother Ding has a broken arm."
Wu Chong took a sip of water, walked over to Goatee's lounge chair and sat down.
He came here just to embarrass Prince Jinghai. It would be too much of a waste if you don’t take advantage of the residual power exerted by the senior sister. Many times, what you get in return for giving in and speaking up is not necessarily respect, and may also be regarded as disrespectful by the other party.
Weak.
"Old Ding is single and has no wife. Now that his right hand is broken, it's as if his wife is dead..."
Wu Chong was full of nonsense.
But the consciousness dispersed quietly.
His spiritual consciousness is different from that of the warriors in this world. It is difficult for people who have not fought against him to detect his detection.
"Dad, just let those people outside make trouble?"
"When they saw it, they were looking for trouble."
The inner courtyard of the palace.
Young Prince Yang Tianluo looked a little irritable as he listened to the noisy sounds outside.
He also had some injuries on his body. He also suffered some injuries during the battle between the eight heavenly beings. But fortunately, he was protected by others and the injuries were not serious.
“You have no regrets when you make a move, and you have to admit whether you win or lose.”
King Jinghai sat quietly in front of the wooden table, with a piece of plain white rice paper spread out on it.
He paused there with the brush in hand, and the ink condensed on the tip of the brush, as if it would drip at any time.
"You didn't do it well this time."
King Jinghai began to write, the ink stained the rice paper, and he clicked out the pattern of plum blossom piles.
"It's all the fault of that crazy woman from Zhenwu Cult!"
Recalling what happened before, a trace of hatred flashed in Yang Tianluo's eyes.
The previous plan was originally very smooth. If the plan went well, the heavenly beings from the three major sects here could also be killed by them. But no one expected that the person sent by the Zhenwu Sect would be Su Daoyu.
All their plans were smashed to pieces in the face of Su Daoyu's absolute strength.
The leader of Wusheng Altar, who had originally agreed to cooperate, turned his back on the spot. Not only did he not join them in besieging the three major sects, but he also took advantage of the chaos to sneak attack on one of their royal celestial beings, causing the entire plan to fail.
Now, by killing some inconsequential Yuanshen realm, things have been put on the table.
"If you lose, you lose. A perfect plan cannot fail. This time I have taught you a lesson."
King Jinghai did not look at Yang Tianluo, he knew his son's character well.
"Go down and think about it carefully. When you have figured it out, when can you go out."
"yes."
Yang Tianluo agreed reluctantly, turned around and left the study.