Let me tell you! You'd better let go of my hand before His Highness gets serious with you!
If you don’t let me go, believe it or not, I will report it to my father and kill all nine of your clans!
I'm serious! It hurts, it hurts!
Mo Zhongqian screamed all the way and was led out of the Xuanjian Division hall by Han Feng by his ears. Before going out, Mo Zhongqian looked at his four guards with the expression of a bullied kitten and puppy, hoping to be rescued.
However, the four royal guards who had been entrusted by Jun Huaixu pretended not to hear anything.
Ming fourteen! Ming seventeen!
The third prince's voice gradually approached a howl.
Forget about being fourteen or seventeen, you are now the youngest in this Xuanjian Division ~ there is no respect ~
Han Feng's action was simple and direct, and he directly lifted the poor third prince out.
When Han Feng was still a young man in society, Han Feng had an excellent way of dealing with naughty children-beating.
Smashed my figurine - beat me up and tore mine - beat me up and overturned my coffee table - spanked me, yelled and hit people - just beat me on the head.
Even if there is nothing you can't see, you can pull him over to clean up for a while. After all, it's a rainy day to spank the child - it's idle.
All the lawless and naughty children with erroneous views can be summed up for one reason - the lack of severe beatings from society.
Of course, since the third prince has a distinguished status, it is impossible for Han Feng to directly apply his own logic to him. Otherwise, when this matter reaches the ears of the emperor, he will probably end up in the Hanging Sword Division the next day because of his left foot. The imperial court sent people to force the gate into the prison to count the mold.
Carrying the third prince, regardless of his shouting all the way, Han Feng led him to the corner of the Xuanjian Division.
A wooden hut sat silently here.
Three or two old men in gray robes came in and out carrying large brooms.
Okay ~ here ~
Han Feng let go of Mo Zhongqian's ears and nodded with satisfaction.
Mo Zhongqian looked at the dusty scene here, his heart filled with disgust and doubt. These emotions overshadowed his anger towards Han Feng, and he subconsciously asked:
This is where?
Han Feng formally arranged his clothes and solemnly introduced to Mo Zhongqian:
My friend, you didn’t know this, but this is the cleaning room in the northern part of the Xuanjian Division. It is an important place to keep the interior of the Xuanjian Division clean as new~
Although Mo Zhongqian was stubborn and untamable, he was not stupid at all. Seeing the scene here, he had a premonition of Han Feng's thoughts. He took a step back and looked at Han Feng warily:
What on earth do you want to do?
In my hometown, there is a kind of punitive reform called labor reform. I have always believed in it. Han Feng’s palms exuded eight colors of Zhou Liuba Jin, and a powerful aura continued to emit. Lord Jun asked me to control the three Prince, if you want me to create a healthy and good new personality for the third prince, I think reform through labor is a good way. Please sweep the floor for two months first~
Just kidding, His Highness, the third prince of Li Kingdom and the future prince of Li Kingdom, how can I sweep the floor for you in your little Hanging Sword Division?
As Mo Zhongqian spoke, he punched Han Feng angrily.
This fist was majestic and majestic, with a hazy and illusory red-gold dragon shadow, obviously not holding back at all.
After all, Mo Zhongqian is the third prince of the Li Kingdom. No matter how stubborn he is, he has reached the peak of the ninth level with the accumulation of a lot of resources and martial arts. If this punch really hits an ordinary person, it will be fatal. .
Han Feng, who was passing by, really didn't intend to coddle him. He slowly raised his hand, transformed into eight colors of Zhouliu Qi, and easily blocked Mo Zhongqian's red gold fist shadow.
Then eight zhenqi chains of different colors extended the young man's arms into his body, turning into unbreakable zhenqi chains and sealing Mo Zhongqian's Dantian.
The third prince felt that his inner breath was stagnant and he had lost all his power and martial arts.
You, what did you do to me?
Mo Zhongqian started to panic and glared at Han Feng angrily.
Han Feng shrugged his shoulders casually and said: The third prince is not bad at martial arts. If you don't temporarily seal your martial arts, how can you sweep the floor with peace of mind? Don't worry, as long as you can calmly sweep the entire hanging sword. Sibeiyuan, I will release your seal immediately~
After saying that, Han Feng shouted towards the wooden hut in front: Uncle Zhang, come out soon, let’s see what good things I bring you~
An old man in gray robes hurried out of the room carrying a wooden broom, and his face broke into laughter when he saw Han Feng.
It turns out you are the boss here. What good things do you want to give to me?
Han Feng pointed at Mo Zhongqian:
Well, you can call this young man with regular features and a well-proportioned figure Xiao Mo. From now on, he will be your target. You can take him to get familiar with the sweeping process, and help him cultivate his character~
It’s not me who says that you have really found the right person to be in charge. When Lao Zhang and I were the commander-in-chief, I was the best at training people. All the newcomers I led were good guys~
Uncle Zhang smiled gently.
The relationship is good, so I’ll leave this matter to you~I’ll come see him again after a while~
Han Feng nodded with satisfaction, then turned and left.
Mo Zhongqian watched Han Feng walk away, his eyes widened and he wanted to catch up.
Han Feng, you bastard, how dare you?
However, before he could chase him out, Uncle Zhang grabbed Mo Zhongqian by the shoulder.
Mo Zhongqian, whose power was restricted, was unable to move under the control of Uncle Zhang, an old gangster.
Hey ~ Xiao Mo, how can you talk about the boss like this ~
Uncle Zhang consoled him with sincerity.
What are you arguing about, old man?
Mo Zhongqian tried to slap Uncle Zhang in the face with a backhand slap, but the slap that had lost its inner strength was so light that it could not hit him at all.
But Uncle Zhang saw that the child had a bad temper, so he hit him on the head with a broom with his backhand, giving him a head full of gold stars.
You brat, you still don’t know how to respect the elderly, it seems I have to teach you a lesson!
While talking, Uncle Zhang dragged Mo Zhongqian away.
Han Feng returned to the Hall of the Hanging Sword Division again, and Xu Can and Liu Minghua had not yet recovered from Han Feng's wave of operations.
Liu Minghua patted Han Feng's shoulder lightly and asked softly:
How is the third prince doing?
Who, four friends, and the third prince have been properly arranged by me. You don’t have to follow him for the time being. Just respond in the Hanging Sword Division~
Han Feng first waved to the four black-robed guards, then looked at Liu Minghua,
We don’t need to worry about the third prince’s matter. Let’s think about how to deal with the Feng family first. We haven’t been able to deal with Man Tianxia personally, so we can take care of the Feng family.
Xu Can frowned: The Feng family is also a century-old family in Yunchen City, and it has the support of King Qi behind it. I'm afraid it won't be that easy to deal with, right?
Then don’t worry~ Han Feng grinned, I have a bold plan~