Chapter 27 Mozi’s Descendants? One of the Nine Qings? Lao Tzu Specially Beats the Nine Qings
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Qin Feng and Fu Su, each with a bowl of noodles, squatted at the door, eating happily.
Ying Zheng originally wanted to invite them to come to the table to eat, but seeing this, he had to give up.
"Hmph, that brat is quite good at eating!
However, this noodle is still incomparable to the Royal Palace Chef. The soup is not rich enough, the noodles are not chewy enough, and the meat..."
Qin Feng was too lazy to pay attention to him. He pulled out a piece of fat and thin meat from the bowl and took a bite.
The soft, glutinous, plump meat melts in the mouth, with a thin layer of meaty skin that bounces slightly, making people have an intracranial orgasm.
"Huchi" "Huchi"
After a while, Ying Zheng finished eating. When he put the bowl down, there was no soup left.
Then he took out his brocade handkerchief and wiped his mouth gracefully, then hummed softly and said:
"The taste is nothing more than that. Go get another bowl for me and add more spicy food."
Li Si and Zhao Gao also finished eating after them, looked at each other sheepishly, then looked at Xiao Yuan and Xiao Huan, and said:
"Give us another bowl, two of those fat and thin, soft and not greasy chunks of meat."
Qin Feng curled his lips, took a sip of the fresh soup made from stick bones, then took out a washed peach from his arms and started to nibble on it.
After the group of people had eaten and drank enough, Ying Zheng saw that it was getting late and there were still many memorials to review. Half a day's leisure time was already extremely rare.
Ying Zheng stood up, Zhao Gao, and Li Si hurriedly burped to follow.
"Qin Feng, what other good things do you have here? Hand them over to me!"
Qin Feng spread his hands aggrievedly and said:
"It's gone. I just handed over all my belongings."
"Boom!"
But at this moment, a loud noise came from the north, like a dragon turning over and a meteor falling to the ground!
Qin Feng suddenly took a breath of cold air and almost cursed.
[It’s such a shame! When are you going to test the water-powered blacksmithing workshop? You have to test it now!]
Ying Zheng glared at Qin Feng, raised his foot and shouted to kick him.
You stinky boy! Even the blacksmith workshop has been renovated!
Listening to this voice, it is obvious that it is very powerful!
The quality of the forged ironware will also be greatly improved!
Qin Feng hurriedly explained:
"It's farm tools! Wechen's land of 100,000 acres needs to be cultivated, and there is a lot of wear and tear, so we can only open a workshop of our own for blacksmithing."
"Hmph! I will deal with you another day!"
Qin Feng sent Ying Zheng all the way to the outskirts of Shanglinyuan, then he breathed a sigh of relief and pretended to be polite:
"My lord, please walk slowly and come and play often when you have time."
[Emma, you have deceived the First Emperor! Try not to come here again!]
Ying Zheng glared and cursed:
"You brat! Prepare a copy of all the good things for me and send them over!"
Qin Feng couldn't help but sigh:
"You've just arrived."
At this moment, an arrogant old man with frost-stained temples slowly walked over, and even Ying Zheng's expression became much more serious.
"Weak minister, please see your Majesty."
"Master Mo, no courtesy."
The old man glanced at Qin Feng and said disdainfully:
"This young man is the skilled craftsman that the king mentioned? I don't think it looks like it.
Housheng, I have been thinking recently about how to transport a large amount of grain and grass to the army attacking Chu. If you don’t understand anything, just ask as soon as possible and don’t waste my time."
Qin Feng looked at Ying Zheng and finally restrained himself from punching him in the face.
Ying Zheng smiled and said lightly:
"Qin Feng, this is Master Mo Gongmo, who will serve as the Shaofu Order. If you don't understand anything in the future, you can ask him."
Mo Gong looked at Qin Feng and snorted softly from his nostrils.
Qin Feng curled his lips and agreed reluctantly:
"promise."
[Ask him? This man’s eyes are almost growing on his head! I will pick his shrimp line later!]
Ying Zheng was out for most of the day, and things in the empire were complicated, and I don't know how many things were delayed.
At this time, he couldn't care about Qin Feng, so he hurried back.
Seeing Ying Zheng walking away, the smiling look on Qin Feng's face gradually disappeared.
He waved and said calmly:
"Zhang Han, send Master Mo to the fields to fertilize."
Mo Gong was stunned and asked:
“What does it mean to fertilize a field?”
Qin Feng sneered:
"I just want you to pick the shit!"
The ink worker immediately became furious:
"How dare you insult me like this, little An?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves and prepared to leave with his four followers.
Unfortunately it's too late.
Tie Zhu smiled ferociously, and the strong man like an iron tower led a group of people and blocked his retreat.
Zhang Han led a group of people to stand in front of Qin Feng, and they seemed to be outflanking him.
The ink worker frowned, turned around immediately, and asked Qin Feng:
"In the capital of Gyeonggi, why are you so unruly?!"
Qin Feng rolled up his sleeves and said with a smile:
"Now that you have entered Shanglin Garden, my rules are the rules!"
"Bold! You are so brave!
I am one of the nine ministers, and I will serve as the Young Master's order! How dare you do this to me?"
Qin Feng laughed immediately:
"Jiu Qing? I'm beating Jiu Qing!"
Domineering! Too domineering! What is the origin of this person? Your Majesty didn’t say anything!
Could it be that he is a member of the royal family? But which member of the royal family would dare to be so arrogant under Qin's law?
Who is not trembling with fear, as if facing an abyss, or walking on thin ice?
Qin Feng stepped forward, made a fist fight, and said coldly:
"I am the best swordsman in the world and the eldest disciple of Gai Nie. Today I am here to fight with you, a ungrateful and ungrateful old man!"
Unexpectedly, the ink worker, who had frosty white temples and was either sixty or fifty, actually chuckled and stood out from the crowd:
"Okay, I, this giant of the Mo family, will fight you, the disciple of the best swordsman in the world, twice today!"
Upon hearing this, Qin Feng silently retreated from the crowd and said lightly:
"A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall."
The ink worker was stunned and said doubtfully:
"how do I say this?"
"If you can fight in a group, don't fight alone! Zhang Han, Tiezhu! Beat him up!"
Mo Gong:???
This young man has no martial ethics! He will fall out whenever he wants. You just said you wanted to fight one on one, and now you are fighting in a group?
Is the disciple of the best swordsman in the world so unruly???
Zhang Han was a little embarrassed. Previously, he was working as an errand for the Young Master. Although he was just a junior, the Young Master was still his old boss.
So he advised from the side:
"This is Doctor Qin Feng."
Mo Gong snorted coldly:
"I don't know Dr. Qin."
Mo Gong didn't tell lies, nor did he take Qin Feng seriously.
It's because he is obsessed with mechanism skills all day long and doesn't pay attention to everyone at all.
Zhang Han suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He thought for a while, then changed the direction and introduced:
"You know the young master's order, Xiong Hua, right? The one in the house next door to you.
He was stripped naked by Doctor Qin, hung up and beaten until he was unconscious. In the end, he was dismissed from his post and investigated."
Upon hearing this, Mo Gong suddenly took a breath of cold air, and his eyes changed when he looked at Qin Feng.
