He paused and gave a wicked smile, "But now. It is me, a lazy and idle prince, who has stepped on you. Speaking of this, I almost forgot."
Ji Wuwang turned his gaze towards Nangong Ruizheng, his narrow eyes like a venomous snake, "Master Nangong, I still remember that you personally criticized me in the court for not having gentlemanly manners, being too lazy, and losing the royal demeanor. Is that right?"
Nangong Ruizheng straightened his back and looked calm. "That's what I said."
Ji Wuwang suddenly burst into laughter.
"Who cares about the royal style of your Dongling Kingdom?"
He walked forward and raised his foot to kick Nangong Ruizheng.
Blocked by Nangong Yu.
Nangong Yu looked at him coldly, "My grandfather is the head of Dongling's civil officials, and he's over 70 years old. You can humiliate me, but if you humiliate him like this, aren't you afraid that you won't be able to stop the gossips?"
Ji Wuwang narrowed his eyes, "Okay, then you take his place."
After saying that, he kicked Nangong Yu on the shoulder.
Nangong Yu was kicked, but he still looked indifferent.
The servants around and the guards outside the door were already so angry that their eyes turned red, but they dared not say a word.
This is their most handsome and clear-minded young master!
He usually smiles gently, never punishes his servants, and is the most magnanimous young master!
It was Nangong Yu's indifferent look that made Ji Wuwang even more furious, and he kicked him on the shoulder again.
"What the hell are you pretending for? You're so hypocritical! Get up, get up and fight me!"
Ji Wuwang was almost angry to death.
Even Mr. Weisheng personally praised Nangong Yu for his extraordinary talent and gentleness, and lamented that he had the style of an ancient gentleman.
When he was young, he couldn't help but compare him with Nangong Yu. Now Nangong Yu's hypocritical appearance only highlights his shamelessness and Nangong Yu's demeanor.
Ji Wuwang was furious and was about to hit again when a majestic voice came from outside the door.
“That’s enough!”
Then, Weishengxuan stepped in and glanced at Ji Wuwang coldly.
Ji Wuwang broke out in a cold sweat and quickly explained, "Sir, they were the first to speak rudely."
The people of Nangong family never imagined that the person behind Ji Wuwang was actually the most upright and incorruptible censor in the court - Wei Xuan!
The two of them have never met!
Weishengxuan frowned at Ji Wuwang and spoke in a scolding tone.
"A gentleman is open and honest, while a villain is always worried. I am not a gentleman, but I will not do anything to insult others."
As he spoke, Wei Shengxuan turned his gaze to Nangong Ruizheng: "Master Nangong, the Murong family has surrendered, you choose one."
Nangong Ruizheng clenched his hands into fists in his sleeves, and his straight spine was slightly bent.
"We, the Nangong family, are willing to submit to Lord Wei and serve him like dogs and horses."
Wei Shengxuan nodded in satisfaction, "You are quite sensible about the current situation."
Then, he looked up at Ji Wuwang and said, "You, come out."
As soon as Ji Wuwang walked out, Wei Shengxuan slapped him in the face.
He snapped, "You really disappoint me!"
There seemed to be two flames gathering in Ji Wuwang's eyes.
But before it could ignite, it went out immediately when it touched Wei Shengxuan's cold eyes.
"Sir, I was rude."
Wei Shengxuan's voice was cold. "I have taught you the ancient customs, the ways of sages, and etiquette since you were young. You could have killed them happily, why did you humiliate them like this? You really are..."
Wei Shengxuan was disappointed. "You really don't look like a descendant of the Ji family at all. It turns out that you have been living among the common people for too long."
Ji Wuwang bowed and apologized, "Sir, it's my fault."
The hands hidden in the sleeves were clenched tightly, the nails dug into the flesh, and drops of blood flowed out.
Wei Shengxuan walked away. "I know you hate me in your heart, but don't forget who gave you all this, who gave you a high position, who respected you."
Ji Wuwang looked at his bloody palm and gave an extremely cold smile.
"Respect me? Ha."
*
Zang Qing felt as if he had had a very long dream.
When I opened my eyes again, the bright sunlight hit my eyelids, making me dizzy.
Begonia petals fluttered and fell on my face, and the wind brought a gust of floral fragrance. In a trance, it seemed as if the spring breeze was swaying in March.
Didn't he go to hell after his death?
When Zang Qing regained his vision, he saw a magnified handsome face, pursing his lips and looking at him coldly.
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