"Steward Hu, this time thanks to your kind words, we have so much income!"

A wealthy businessman, who was slightly drunk, got up and said with a grateful face. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"This is the grace of the county king, if we want to be thankful, we still have to thank the county king. ”

The old man touched the thick silver ticket on his chest, and said with a satisfied look in his eyes.

"Steward Hu is right, if there is no county king, where we have today's wealth, we have to thank the county king. ”

The others also got up with a smile and said with serious faces.

"For the grace of the king, we must also drink this cup to the full. ”

"Yes!"

At this moment, there was a sudden noise outside. The bearded steward sitting in the center couldn't help but wrinkle his eyebrows slightly.

A wealthy businessman got up and pushed the door out when he saw this, only to see that everyone was surrounding Situ like stars holding the moon, and he felt a little embarrassed. Looking at the Confucian who was wearing a white dress with a slurry wash, there was a trace of disdain on his face, and he said mockingly.

"A bunch of poor sour!"

"Hugh is going to make noise!"

"If you disturb the nobles, how can you bear it?"

Several nearby Confucian scholars couldn't help but change their complexions, and their faces showed annoyance.

"Humph!"

The merchant was not afraid, and stretched out his palm, and saw that each of his thick fingers carried a huge ring of precious stones, which was illuminated by the light, like a cat's eye, and emitted a faint blue light.

Behind him, the stout, meaty-faced slave stepped forward and looked at the crowd with warning eyes. The Confucian student, who was still indignant just now, couldn't help but weaken.

Looking at the Confucian scholars who had lost their momentum, and seeing that the clothes of several Confucian scholars had been slightly white because of many pulp washing, the merchant couldn't help but snort coldly, with a faint mocking smile on his face.

"Xiucai rebelled, and it won't be successful in ten years!"

"Any idea what this is?"

"Opal, a gemstone from the Outlands. ”

"Don't look at it like that, but each one is priceless. What's the use of you reading so many books, it's not like eating bran and washing vegetables. ”

"You!"

"Peddlers and pawns, pigs and dogs, even dare to look down on me and other scholars!"

"The Bird's Ambition!"

"We are disciples of Confucius, protégés of the Son of Heaven, how dare you be so rampant?"

The Confucian scholars were humiliated, like cats that had been stepped on, and in an instant, the hair on their whole bodies exploded, and they scolded angrily. What's more, his whole body was churning, and he was already holding a war poem in his hand.

There is a posture of starting a war if there is no discord.

Situ Xing's eyes looked around a little blankly, and when he saw the war poem in Confucius's hand, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

The scholars of the Great Dry World are not useless in their previous lives.

They have mastered the literary spirit and war poems, and their combat power is no less than that of the samurai!

How can the merchants give up on their humiliation in such a way?

The merchant looked at the Confucian who was full of literature and light, and the war poems in his hand were shining, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, and even the wine woke up a little.

Confucianism is a special group of scholars.

The court is Tian Shelang, and the twilight is the minister of the Son of Heaven.

Therefore, the average person is reluctant to provoke them.

This businessman drank a little wine just now, and he relied on the support of King Chengjun behind him, so he dared to be so presumptuous.

Now that I'm awake for the most part, where do I dare to speak wildly?

The old man sitting in the box listened to the movement outside, his face couldn't help but become gloomy, he suddenly got up and stood, and went to the lobby under the protection of several guards.

"The Chengjun Palace's affairs are here, don't make noise!"

Everyone looked at the token in the old man's hand engraved with a four-clawed dragon pattern, symbolizing the majesty of the Chengjun Palace, and their faces couldn't help but change greatly.

Beijun is the fief of King Chengjun, although he cannot directly intervene in military politics, but he has a great influence.

And he is the son of the dragon and the grandson of the dragon, and he is even more expensive as the king of the county.

Everyone dared to turn their faces against the merchants, but they did not dare to offend the prestige of the county king's mansion.

After all, seeing the token is like seeing the king.

Although it is not necessary to salute, it is a felony to offend the dignity of the courtesy.

Situ Xing's eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a confused color, and he saw that the old man's luck on his head was pure green, and it was no less than a county honor.

No wonder people in the world often say that there are seven officials in front of the prime minister!

King Chengjun is not as qualified as the prime minister in terms of position, and there is no way to compare with the prime minister in terms of power, but his subordinates are favored by him, and their luck is also strong.

Of course, not all subordinates have such luck, and the closer the relationship with King Chengjun, the more luck they will be favored.

This old man is definitely not an ordinary person in the Chengjun Palace. Otherwise, the luck would not be so strong.

Moreover, the luck on the token in his hand was even stronger, and there was a white dragon entrenched on the token. Situ Xing felt that the koi on top of his head actually had a feeling of oppression.

There was a desire to surrender in my heart.

Situ Xing wanted to mobilize the power of the Legalist and the dragon qi to resist, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and neither the legal net nor the dragon qi reacted.

At this moment, Situ felt like a fish leaving the water.

It's as if you've been deprived of some kind of authority!

"What a powerful force!"

"Just one token makes everyone fearful. ”

"And his luck has also been suppressed to the extreme, if King Chengjun wants to deprive himself of his luck, I'm afraid it only takes one word!"

Situ Xing's eyes contracted involuntarily, and he thought with some horror in his heart.

The law is not imposed on the nobles!

Is this law not only the law of the Tao, but also the law of the king?

The Son of Heaven broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people, is it just a delusion?

Is it really a doctor who can't be punished?

Is this the disadvantage of Legalism?

Is it because of this reason that the Legalists can only rely on the king of people?

It is also for this reason that the king of people is not worried about the Legalist family becoming bigger!

Situ Xing's eyes were gloomy, and he thought a lot in an instant. But there was a strong unwillingness in his heart!

This kind of unwillingness is not only him.

Every Legalist disciple has unwillingness in his heart.

It is precisely because of this unwillingness that Shang Jun has gone further on the original basis. created a new set of legal principles, but unfortunately lost its secret, and was beheaded by Qin Mugong and the hundred schools.

"Unwilling!"

"Unwilling!"

"I am unwilling!"

Situ Xing looked at the arrogant and arrogant county prince's mansion manager, as well as the token that can dispose of life and death at will, and a strong unwillingness welled up in his heart.

Affected by his emotions, the flying knife condensed by Situ Fa's reasoning kept trembling, as if it would be cut out at any time.

But there was an even more powerful force descending from the sky, as if a giant hand was holding down the throwing knife!

Situ knows that this force is the power of the system and the power of the class.

Can't punish the doctor!

Although this steward has no rank, he is holding the token of the county king's mansion. To a certain extent, he represents the prestige of the county king's mansion.

The rank of the county king is much higher than that of the doctor.

Situ Xing's flying knife naturally couldn't cut down.