The carriage that had just run out of the camp was not far away, and a gust of lightning ran back to the camp, staring at the thousand households, hurried forward and surrounded him and asked, "What... have you forgotten to bring?"
The first thing that Yan Bing said when he jumped off the carriage was: "Finding Xingtian Camp quickly prepares a Xingtian! I have a letter to send to Baolong Pavilion at night!!"
After saying that, he turned around and headed straight to the handsome tent...
When the old man and the others were about to get off the carriage, Yu Mohan called back...
"No hurry, Qihua will come back later. Let's stay in the car for a while..." After saying that, Yu Mohan gently leaned back, leaned against the car board and closed his eyes to rest. This made the stubborn old man very worried. He hurriedly stepped forward, pinched his shoulders and pounded his legs, and said a lot of good things. Yu Mohan slowly glanced at him and told the key...
"People's words are terrifying... all the words are filled with gold..."
"People's words are terrifying? Everyone's words make gold?" The old man was slightly stunned. His eyes rolled for a long time, but he still couldn't figure it out. He could only smile with a shame and asked, "I naturally know these two idioms, but what does these two idioms... have to do with Qihua?"
"I really don't know what Master is thinking... why did you pass the position of the leader to you..." Yu Mohan held his forehead with his hand and shook his head gently...
"Of course it's because I have the best kung fu! Our martial arts sect doesn't choose the best martial arts sect to be the leader? Can you choose the worst martial arts sect to be the one?" The old man snorted coldly in dissatisfaction. Although these words were very rough, the truth made sense. That's right... The sect is not a court, or what's the use of being smart... Yu Mohan then smiled relievedly.
"Okay, what you said is reasonable... Then I'll explain it to you in detail..." Yu Mohan smiled bitterly, then looked at the old man with a serious face, and said in a deep voice: "As I expected, the capital city must have been full of rumors, saying that it was Qi Hua... intending to marry the princess... or simply saying it... the two had an affair..."
"Ah?? Do you dare to talk nonsense about the princess' gossip? Aren't they afraid of losing their heads?" Song Sannian heard this, a hint of anger appeared on his face, but saw Yu Mohan shaking his head with a smile...
"If this rumors came from the palace... the government... could only pretend to be deaf and dumb... or... these rumors that were addicted to fire came from the capital to Xuzhou by chance... and even came to the ears of Master Li. What would Master Li feel after hearing this...?"
"You mean... all this is someone... targeting Qihua!?" The old man who gradually understood the seriousness of the situation also became colder... he slowly raised his eyes and looked at Yu Mohan and asked word by word: "Then do it... or did the King of Chu do it..."
When Yu Mohan heard the old man's tone was wrong, he quickly explained with a smile: "All this is just my guess, not necessarily targeting Qihua. Maybe he really just wants to kiss him?"
"I understand... do you think it was done by the little emperor..." The old man nodded slowly, then sighed to the sky, and pulled the curtain and drilled out. The wooden box on the baggage carriage began to tremble violently. The next moment, hundreds of swords broke out of the box and disappeared into the sky with the old man's figure...
When Yu Mohan wanted to stop him, it was too late. He had to stamp his feet and curse, "This old man! Only when it comes to his disciple's affairs, he is smarter than anyone else! Sanniang, don't move in the car! I'll call Qihua!!"
"Hey! Hey!" Song Sanniang was stunned. This was the first time she saw an old man full of murderous intent. She was panicked for a moment and was at a loss... She could only watch Yu Mohan summoned a steel nail and stepped on it and headed straight to the handsome tent...
"What!??" Yan Bing was shocked when she heard this. She dripped a few drops of ink on the letter paper just now. She quickly raised her sleeve and wiped it. She called someone to send the handwritten book together with the "Bailong Pavilion" sent by He Yougui, and then followed Yu Mohan to the carriage...
"My little master's wife, come back and ask the guards in the camp to protect you back to Beijing. I will go to chase the master with my master's wife first!" Yan Bing gave a few simple words, and saw Song Sanniang nodding repeatedly, he didn't care about anything else and said to Yu Mohan directly: "My master, let me ride on one too! Let's chase together!"
"Okay!" Yu Mohan waved his arm and six other steel nails rushed out of the baggage truck, one of which floated directly in front of Yan Bing...
Without saying a word, Yan Bing immediately used both hands and feet, hugged the steel nail tightly, stuck it on it like a dead dog, and then shouted to Yu Mohan with an anxious look on his face: "Okay! Master's wife! Let's go!!"
Yu Mohan was silent...
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"Your attitude... isn't it a bit...against the face of our sect..."
"Oh, when is it now? You are still shameless! Besides, the disciple is afraid that he will fall down if he can't stand firmly! That's it! Hurry up! Let's go!!"
"…………Okay… Then you can hold on!" Yu Mohan had nothing to say, so he looked straight ahead without any worries, and instantly moved his energy to the fullest! Even his skin color and appearance gradually returned to his old age, but his speed... was visible to the naked eye and increased several times, galloping rapidly towards the direction of the capital...
But no matter how hard the two of them chased each other, they still couldn't see the old man...
Yan Bing was so anxious! She only regretted not explaining the key points to her master earlier. If the master was angry and really did something to destroy his relatives for justice, not only would Liang State be completely in chaos!! Her name for rebellion must be confirmed, and she would also be the kind that she could not even clear even if she jumped into the Yellow River...
But when the two of them rushed to the palace for a day and a night, they were still completely stunned by the scene in front of them...
The old man really didn't kill him...
Instead, he used a punishment method that was ten thousand times more painful than killing him...
That's...
Spanking...spanning...trunk...
And it was in the morning court... in front of all civil and military officials... and pressed him on the dragon throne and spanked him...
Master...
You... might as well kill him with one sword... At least you can still have some dignity if you die...
This...this scene...is simply inhumane...
A speechless Yan Bing slowly smiled bitterly...
For some reason, she actually felt a little sympathy for this little emperor...