Volume 1, Chapter 151 Feng He’s punch can shake the earth.

When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned again.

What is a capital crime?

Everyone knows that fighting in the streets is not a crime punishable by death.

Unless someone dies.

However, the old man did not cause any deaths, but died himself.

Besides, today’s matter is not about this old slave.

But it was an attack on the royal family.

Even if the crime was committed by that old slave.

The culprits are still Ye Tingmu and others, it just seems too complicated.

Zhang Liu said nothing.

He felt that Lin An was trying to buy time and wait for the Dongfang family to arrive.

Naturally, he couldn't afford to offend the Dongfang family, so he might as well do as he wished.

Delaying it a little bit can be considered as doing a favor to the other party in disguise.

He looked at Chao Yu.

He pretended to be confused and said, "Third Prince, look at this matter..."

He seemed to be hesitant to speak, but his meaning was so obvious.

Chao Yu glanced at the prefect coldly and cursed in his heart, what an old fox.

Then he knocked on the table and said to Lin An in a cold voice: "Lin An, is that so? Since you insist on using my servant to make trouble, then I will give Lu Lu a good lesson, otherwise people will say that I, the Third Prince, abuse my power and oppress others, and am unreasonable."

"That old slave is my subordinate. He took action at my instruction because these people were rude to me."

"Let me ask you, is it wrong for me to have someone teach a lesson to a member of the royal family who is disrespectful to them?"

"That old slave had no weapon in his hand, and he attacked the young man just when Ye Tingmu had cut off the arms of many guards. Was it his fault?"

"Ye Tingmu knew that I was his servant, yet he drew his sword and killed me without any reason. Has he offended this prince? Does he deserve to be killed?"

"Regarding all of the above, whether Ye Tingmu deserves to be beheaded or not, no matter how much you say today, the facts are the facts, and he is still guilty of the death penalty. Do you understand?"

The third prince talked incessantly and asked four questions in a row.

The tone is sonorous and powerful, and the logic is clear, making it easy to understand.

At this time, even the people outside the door understood Chao Yu's meaning.

Ye Tingmu is guilty of a capital crime no matter what, and Feng He is also guilty of a capital crime.

No matter the death of the old slave or any other explanation, it cannot change the fact that Ye Tingmu and Feng He drew their swords against the royal family.

After Chao Yu's words, everyone thought that Ye Tingmu's guilt was a foregone conclusion.

No matter how you argue, the facts cannot be changed.

The bottom line is, you should never draw your sword against the prince, and you should not point it at the third prince.

The surrounding discussions started again.

Dongfang Xing also frowned at this moment.

There was a hint of puzzlement and confusion in his eyes when he looked at Lin An.

He thought to himself, you really came here to help him, but why does it feel like you are setting a trap for Ye Tingmu to jump into?

But he was even more confused about Ye Tingmu.

It would be fine if he just refused to admit that he attacked Chao Yu, and insisted that I only hit that old slave. Only then would there be a chance of turning the situation around.

He was increasingly unable to understand the actions of these two people.

But these two still look calm and not panicked at all.

What is going on here?

Wan Jin's sweat drops again at this moment.

He was also confused. He knew that the situation was not right and it seemed that he was indeed in the wrong.

His master did draw the sword for him.

He was anxious at the moment, but didn't know what to do.

Even Feng He felt something was wrong.

He asked in a low voice: "Brother, why do I feel that he is not on the same side as us?"

Ye Tingmu still had a smile on his face.

Comforting: "Don't worry, don't worry."

At this moment, a bright smile also appeared on Lin An's mouth.

What he was waiting for was Chao Yu to say in person that it was he who instructed the old slave to take action.

He said loudly, "Third Prince, you just said that this old slave acted with your instructions, right?"

Chao Yu was stunned. He didn't know why Lin Andao would ask such a question now.

Although he was surprised, he still replied, "Yes."

Lin An said: "Okay, in that case, then the Ye Tingmu brothers are still not guilty."

Zhang Liu couldn't listen any longer.

"Lin An, what do you think this government court is? Now that things are like this, you still say they are innocent?"

Lin An bowed again.

"Don't worry, sir. Since Lin An said so, he is not making up his mind."

After saying that, he walked to Feng He's side.

"Second Young Master, could you please throw a punch?"

Feng He was a little confused and subconsciously looked at Ye Tingmu.

Ye Tingmu narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Do as he says."

Feng He got Ye Tingmu's instruction and turned to look at Lin An.

"OK."

However, this action aroused the curiosity of people around.

Everyone was very surprised.

Why throw a punch?

Nobody knows.

Zhang Liu also looked surprised.

However, Chaoyu's expression was not as good as before.

He had vaguely guessed what the other party wanted to do?

The reverie of yesterday at the city gate came to my mind again.

Could it be that this person is really the fourth son mentioned in the rumors?

This is the only possibility, otherwise...

At this moment, he seemed to understand something, and his eyes were full of fear when he looked at Ye Tingmu.

There is even a hint of fear.

It’s terrifying to think about what this means.

The more I think about it, the more something seems wrong.

Could this all be a trap?

But I insisted on getting in.

Just as he was daydreaming.

Feng He had already been brought to the center of the lobby by Lin An.

In the surprised eyes of everyone.

Lin An said to Feng He, "Second Master, please punch the ground with all your strength. Is there any problem?"

Feng He said angrily: "No problem."

Although he didn't know why he did that.

But his elder brother told him to do as An Linan said, so he just did it.

Zhang Liu couldn't sit still any longer and asked again in surprise, "Lin An, what are you going to do next?"

Lin An chuckled.

"You will know it at a glance, my lord." After saying that, he stepped back more than ten steps.

Nodded at Feng He.

Feng He saw this.

The look in his eyes changed.

A flash of cold light burst out and passed by.

Then make a fist with your right hand.

The muscles on his right arm were throbbing and the veins were exposed.

He roared.

Throw a heavy punch.

Smash to the ground.

Fist

The wind rises.

There was a sound of breaking air in the air.

Fist falls.

First there was a "bang..." sound.

Then the sound of empty space was heard again.

“Boom…”

The fist hit the ground.

The bluestone floor was smashed directly.

It's broken into pieces, and even more broken stones are piled up.

Fly around.

Smoke and dust rise.

Accompanied by a huge noise.

The wooden beams on the dome began to shake.

A punch shook the ground.

What a powerful force this is.

The most important thing is that this punch was done with brute force and did not mobilize true energy.

This is the most surprising part.

Such a scene.

Everyone around was so shocked that they couldn't help but scream.

Inside and outside the entire government hall.

Countless eyes were focused on Feng He.

They stared with their eyes wide open, as if struck by lightning, and stood there in a daze.

Many people also swallowed their saliva frequently, and their Adam's apples moved.

You could hear a pin drop in the silent lobby.

People's faces had different expressions.

Only Ye Tingmu, Feng He and Lin An still looked calm.

The corners of Ye Tingmu's mouth were raised higher at this moment.

And at this moment, Wan Jin looked at Feng He with even more admiration in his eyes.

I thought to myself, he is indeed my master's younger brother, his suddenness was beyond my expectation.