Like thunder on the ground, although these three words were not loud, they made everyone's heads buzz.
There was no Internet or photography technology these days.
Everyone has only heard of Wei Changtian's name, but they don't know what he actually looks like.
In the imagination of many people, such a lawless and evil young man would most likely have a violent, vicious, and perhaps a bit wretched image.
Who would have thought that the handsome young master in front of him was actually the only son of the Wei family who killed the prime minister, Wei Changtian!
"This this……"
The fat county magistrate suddenly stood up and asked Liang Zhen with a look of astonishment: "Liang, Mr. Liang... is he really the young master of the Wei family?"
Perhaps because he was too surprised at the moment, the fat county magistrate didn't pay attention to the title for a moment, and actually directly exposed Liang Zhen's identity.
General soldier?
This Lord Liang is actually the commander-in-chief of Shuzhou?!
Although everyone present had guessed that Liang Zhen must be a big shot, they never expected that he was an official at the same level as the governor!
Good guy! What happened tonight?
First, Liang Zhen and Peng Benzhihao spent nearly 20,000 taels of silver just to compete for Su Yu's "first night".
Then there was the Song Dynasty where a poem was worth a thousand pieces of gold.
Unexpectedly, he just cursed Wei Changtian a few times, and the real owner came out.
Now there is another Commander-in-Chief!
There were so many surprises at once that everyone was a little numb. Everyone was stunned in place, not knowing who to look at at this moment.
But Liang Zhen didn't care about the attention of everyone and didn't pay attention to the fat county magistrate.
He first looked at Song Zhengming, whose face was turning blue and white, and then asked Wei Changtian.
"Changtian, how do you plan to deal with this person?"
Warriors have looked down on literati since ancient times, not to mention that now the two sides have completely broken up with each other, so he is not ambiguous at all, and the murderous intent is fully evident in his tone.
In one word, the temperature in Xiulou seemed to have entered the cold winter in an instant.
And no matter how arrogant Song Zhengming was as a scholar, he couldn't help but shudder at this moment, and subconsciously shouted:
"You, what are you going to do!"
"What?"
Wei Changtian nodded to Liang Zhen, indicating that he would handle the matter, and then walked towards Song Zhengming step by step.
"Stability" and "tolerance" are two concepts.
Although Wei Changtian has always sought "stability" when dealing with things now, he is not considered a "tolerant" person either before or after time travel.
Since you dare to scold me and I happened to hear it, you have to pay a price.
Five feet, four feet, three feet...
Wei Changtian's walking speed was not fast and his steps were not heavy.
But every step he took was like stepping on Song Zhengming's heartbeat, making the latter's breathing become more rapid.
"Boom!"
The table between the two of them was kicked away by Wei Changtian. Song Zhengming's legs went weak uncontrollably, and he was so frightened that he fell back onto the chair again.
Fortunately, he had this chair, otherwise he might have fallen directly to the ground.
Everyone who had been hiding away for a long time became a little surprised when they saw this scene. Maybe they couldn't understand why a great scribe behaved so cowardly.
They could not fully empathize with Song Zhengming's pressure and inner fear at this moment.
After all, few people can remain calm even when their lives are in danger.
"Jushi Song..."
With a bang, Wei Changtian crushed a tea cup and stood still in front of Song Zhengming.
He lowered his head slightly, with a hint of sarcasm on his face.
"You sit down while I'm talking to you. Didn't your parents teach you etiquette?"
"you!"
Qi and blood surged up, and Song Zhengming's face instantly turned red.
It's just that he shivered for a long time without saying anything. Finally, Wei Changtian waved his hand boredly and continued:
"Forget it, I'm not as particular as you. Just sit down if you want."
"But you just scolded me in public, what should I do about this?"
"I……"
Song Zhengming was speechless for a while.
If he had known that Wei Changtian was here, he would have never said those words even to death.
But now that the situation is like this, there are only two options before him.
Beg for mercy, or rather die than surrender.
In the former case, he has a certain chance of surviving, but he is destined to never be able to hold his head up again for the rest of his life, and he will probably be poked in the spine and laughed at for the rest of his life.
As for the latter... I can only bet that Wei Changtian would not dare to kill him in public. After all, the "killing prime minister" incident has not passed yet, and Wei Changtian has personally said that he is not willing to cause trouble now.
To take a step back, if you choose the second path, even if you really die, you will still have a good reputation.
Should he endure humiliation and survive, or should he die to prove his ambition... Song Zhengming gritted his teeth and quickly made a decision.
"If you say it out loud, it will be thrown out!"
Although his legs were still too weak to stand up, his back was straightened a lot, and he stared at Wei Changtian and shouted righteously:
"Just scold me! So what can I do?!"
"What I just said is what everyone in the world thinks!"
"If you can't listen, I will kill you or chop you into pieces! I will never frown!"
Song Zhengming's performance finally made others admire him, and even Wei Changtian was a little surprised.
However, he quickly returned to his smiling look, and said calmly:
"Sir Song is indeed proud, but he is a bit too self-righteous."
"What all the people want...how can you represent all the people?"
"Humph! Justice lies in the heart of the people! Right and wrong can be judged by the public!"
Song Zhengming pressed the armrest of the chair and finally stood up: "Master Wei, don't you still know what kind of person you are in the hearts of the people in this world?!"
"Huh? I really don't know."
Wei Changtian smiled: "Why don't I ask now."
"Ask?" Song Zhengming was stunned.
Wei Changtian didn't care about him, but turned to look at the person watching the fun next to him, and actually asked with a smile:
"Brother, do you think I am the kind of person who commits such heinous crimes as Master Song said?"
"ah?"
The person who was asked was dumbfounded. How could he dare to say "yes" and his head was shaking like a rattle.
"Of course not!"
"very good."
Wei Changtian nodded with satisfaction and asked the second person: "What do you think?"
"I……"
The second person directly chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb: "Sir, I don't know what you have done at all...but as the saying goes, the face speaks from the heart. You are so handsome, so you must have noble moral character!"
"Um."
Wei Changtian's smile grew stronger, and after asking a few more people, he turned his head to Song Zhengming again.
"Sir Song, is this what you said the people think?"
"snort!"
Song Zhengming sneered and said righteously: "They are just afraid of you. What's the point of Mr. Wei deceiving himself like this?"
"Oh, it turns out it was because they were afraid of me, so they didn't tell the truth..."
The smile on Wei Changtian's face slowly faded, and his tone instantly became extremely cold.
"What about the Emperor? Does Song Jushi think the Emperor is also afraid of me?!"
"W-what do you mean?"
"What's the meaning?"
Wei Changtian looked at him sideways: "The emperor was not unaware of my killing of Prime Minister Liu. Since my crime was so heinous, why didn't the emperor execute me? Or put me in prison?!"
"If we go by what layman Song said, could it be that the emperor is confused?!"
"you you……"
Song Zhengming trembled and pointed at Wei Changtian, with no blood on his face.
However, Wei Changtian did not give him a chance to speak and continued to press forward step by step:
"I understand. Isn't it because Master Song thinks that he is smarter and more sensible than the emperor?"
"That must be the case. After all, you just said that what you say can represent all people in the world."
"But layman Song dared to say something that even the emperor dared not say. It's really amazing!"
"Young man, I really admire you!"
At the end of his speech, Wei Changtian even jokingly raised his hand to Song Zhengming.
This move was normal at first, but at this moment it was like a heavy hammer hitting Song Zhengming's chest.
He felt his throat was slightly sweet, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out.
"puff!"
The fresh blood dyed the pure white scribe's robe red.