"What? Why don't you stop him, there is no king's law! ”

Hearing this, the people in the lobby of the front hall of the Confucian Mansion were shocked, and Kong Yinzhi was even more stunned, obviously extremely shocked, only to see him shake his hands and say:

"Quick, hurry up and block the gate, don't let him in!"

As soon as he finished saying this, the Confucian students ran out in a hurry, but their front feet had just gone out, and the next moment they retreated in a cold sweat.

There was a clanging sound of iron-clad leaves intersecting outside, and a person who seemed to have some random words came in:

"This Confucian Mansion is really big and spacious, the head of the world's officials, it deserves to live in such a mansion! Compared with Yan Shenggong, Ben Shuai's inner house is the light of the candle and the light of the bright moon. ”

As the confident voice and chaotic footsteps got closer and closer, a general in silver and white iron armor strode in, with a cold and glistening steel knife at his waist.

Seeing this person, Kong Yinzhi and the Kong clan people in the hall took a step back in unison, and there were many discussions, it was actually the Zhonglie Bowang Zheng who had arrived in person!

Following Wang Zheng in, there were also four generals with tigers on their backs, and their eyes were full of cold and murderous intent, just this kind of momentum made the Kong clan people inside dare not come out.

At this time, Kong Yinzhi didn't dare to say anything about the fact that martial artists were not allowed to enter the lobby of the Confucian Mansion, so he could only step forward and arch his hand, and said with a forced smile:

"It turned out to be Uncle Zhonglie, I don't know what you have to do when you come to my Yansheng Mansion?"

When he said this, Kong Yinzhi also deliberately accentuated the fifth word of Yansheng Gongfu, intending to remind Wang Zheng that this is a place where scholars from all over the world are fascinated, but it is not something that a poor martial artist like you should stay in.

But Wang Zheng didn't seem to hear it, came in and nodded with a smile, walked around the lobby, as if observing the layout in the Confucian Mansion, and finally stopped by Kong Yinzhi's side.

"Huh?"

Wang Zheng was a little surprised, squinted his eyes and asked with a smile:

"Kong Shenggong, you and Ben Shuai are standing together, I'm afraid something is wrong, right?"

The place where Kong Yinzhi stood was located in the north, and when the Kong clan was deliberating, it had always been the then Yan Shenggong who stood here.

"This ......"

When Wang Zheng said this, although he was smiling, Kong Yinzhi could see that it was really a hidden murderous motive, which was quite a bit of a disgrace.

In fact, Wang Zheng didn't dare to kill people in Kong's mansion at all, but he knew Kong Yinzhi's personality, and he was not afraid that he would not be convinced, so he just stood firmly in the middle at the moment, looking at Kong Yinzhi with burning eyes.

At this time, Dong Youyin, Huang Yang, Deng Heizi, and Gao Liang stepped forward to stand on both sides, and deliberately pressed the saber on their waists, causing the Kong clan in the hall to take a few steps back.

"Ahem..." Kong Yinzhi suddenly coughed violently, and several students were suddenly quite smart, and hurriedly stepped forward to help him down, only to hear him say:

"Ahem... My father is unwell and can't stand for a long time, if anything happens to Uncle Zhonglie, how about visiting again on a later day? ”

After speaking, Kong Yinzhi sat tremblingly on the chair with the help of several students.

This is an eviction order, ordinary people should realize that it is time to leave when they hear this, Wang Zheng sighed, but he didn't have any intention of leaving, just kept pacing back and forth on it, and said to himself:

"General Huang Shen, if the Confucian Mansion harbors someone to commit a crime, do you know what the crime is?"

"Back to the big handsome, as the saying goes: The Son of Heaven is guilty of the same crime as the common people, even if the title of the Holy Duke of Yan is prominent, it should not be higher than the Son of Heaven, right?"

After speaking, Huang Yang smiled, and then glanced back at the Kong clan people around him.

Hearing these words, Wang Zheng looked thoughtful, saw Kong Yinzhi's body shaking, suddenly walked a few steps down to his eyes, and asked with a smile:

"Confucius Shenggong, the generals under the command of Ben Shuai are all born with mud legs, and they don't like to listen to their words, but it sounds quite reasonable, if the Holy Duke himself says that the Confucian Mansion is more noble than today's, Ben Shuai has nothing to say, and immediately retreats, how about it?"

For some reason, the teacup that Kong Yinzhi had been holding tightly in his hand didn't hold it, and it fell below with a "click" and shattered.

Kong Yinzhi raised his head in a panic and glanced at Wang Zheng, seeing that he was staring at him tightly, he immediately looked away, and he didn't know how to answer for a while.

Wang Zheng was about to ask again, but at this time, a scolding came from behind:

"The king fights for thieves, above the hall of this Confucian Mansion, even if the saint is coming up today, he must also give three points to the holy duke!"

"You are a martial artist, you are worthless, you were born as a smuggler of salt, and you can enter such a pure place, which is already a blessing accumulated by your ancestors for several generations, and you are not inferior to your mouth, and the world's scholars should be punished together!"

These words came a little suddenly, attracting the attention of the entire hall, but this Confucian student was a newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, so he took a few steps forward, pointed at Wang Zheng's nose and continued to scold.

"Uncle Zhonglie, this student is right, you ......"

Kong Yinzhi breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to take advantage of the situation to draw out righteousness, and then blast these vulgar martial artists out of the hall, but at this time, he heard Wang Zheng sneer a few times, and suddenly shouted:

"General Dong!"

Dong Youyin immediately clenched his fists and shouted: "The end will be!" ”

"Ben Shuai suspects that this person is a fellow criminal, and he should have let his blood be splashed here, for the sake of the Holy Father's face, he will be spared for the time being, and he will be arrested and returned to prison for trial!"

"Obey!"

Dong Youyin didn't draw a knife, stepped forward a few steps, first stunned the thin Confucian student with a punch, and then walked out directly with him on his right shoulder.

The people of the Kong clan around were all shocked and talked in a low voice.

Wang Zheng's words were high-sounding, what to see in the face of the Holy Father, forgive his life, but everyone knows that it is better to die directly in the lobby if he is taken back by the vicious-looking martial artist, and the final outcome is afraid that it will be even worse.

After saying this, Wang Zheng turned his head to look at Kong Yinzhi again, as if nothing had happened just now, and asked with a smile:

"What did Kong Shenggong just say, Ben Shuai didn't hear it too clearly, can you say it again?"

Hearing this, Kong Yinzhi couldn't restrain himself anymore, and he couldn't stop trembling, this martial artist really dared to take people in Kong Mansion, it was simply lawless.

But this kind of thought is also passed in my heart, if I say it at this time, I am afraid that I will immediately follow in the footsteps of the student, what a lesson from the past!

"Since the Holy Father has nothing to say, and everyone in the hall has nothing to say, then Ben Shuai has to say it." Speaking of this, Wang Zheng's eyes were like a sharp sword, scanning the entire hall.

Wherever Wang Zheng saw, the people everywhere lowered their heads submissively, and even the hands in their sleeves were trembling.

"Holy Father, up to now, Ben Shuai will not push Tai Chi with you, there is an absolutely cost-effective deal, today you are willing to do it, you have to do it, if you don't want to do it, you have to do it."

Hearing this, Kong Yinzhi asked in a trembling voice:

"Absolutely cost-effective?"

Looking at his appearance, Wang Zheng laughed, put his head to his ear, and whispered:

"You only need to hand over the three prisoners, and the rest of the matter will be handled by your own commander."

"When the time comes, you will still be the Yan Shenggong who is worshiped by everyone in the world, and the Confucian Mansion will be full of incense, and the book will continue, and those annoying salts will no longer make noise around day and night."