The two were of similar height, but they could barely lower their eyes, and they looked down on this grass man decisively and proudly.

With the strength of the prince's hand, soon, the wandering eyes finally matched the prince's eyes.

"I heard that you are as cold as snow and as beautiful as plums, and you have a natural style, and the face of Cheng Gongzi is considered to be 'beautiful in the world'? How did you do it with this name in the capital? ”

But Xiao asked with great interest, in exchange for another layer of cold sweat on Chengling's forehead.

"Grass people don't dare to ......"

"Say, you didn't hesitate to lose your life to come to me today, what's the matter!"

But Xiao Zhong obviously had no patience, and the last voice came out from between his teeth, already hideous.

The empty hall, only listening to the sound of bones, but Xiao Xiao pinched Cheng Ling's delicate mandible, and with this blow in his hand, he almost broke Cheng Ling's neck.

"The grass people have nothing to do, and they don't dare to assassinate His Highness."

There was a stinging pain in his neck, and Cheng Ling felt more and more that the candlelight in this hall was dazzling, a little dazzling.

After stumbling for a moment, he steadied his heels and allowed himself to stand firmly in front of Xiao Zhong, with a weak posture.

But Xiao Xiao didn't do much entanglement, and directly let go of his hand, but in the next second, he slapped a backhand and landed on Chengling's chest!

Cheng Ling coughed dryly, and his eyes were dizzy in an instant.

This cough finally made his expression that had always been calm and calm, with a trace of pain hanging on it.

"The internal strength is good. Ordinary people receive this slap and vomit blood, and you, exhale? But there was a trace of gloom hanging on his lips, he grabbed Cheng Ling's clothes, and mentioned it fiercely in front of him, almost touching his face, and asked word by word: "Don't pretend to be a pig here, ask again in this palace, are you doing it on purpose today?" ”

Cheng Ling looked aggrieved, and faced the prince's terrifying look: "Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, no." ”

But Xiaozhong was not willing to give up, but in the face of Cheng Ling's frank look, he stared at that face for a long time, and pushed people away at once.

"I really want to kill you......"

This time, Cheng Ling was not pushed to the ground.

He staggered backwards, and then he was still standing, his chin tucking.

He looked pale, but he didn't pretend to be a pig anymore.

"It's so deep inside, where did you learn martial arts?"

"Back to His Royal Highness the Prince, the grass people are used to Penglai."

"Isn't Penglai named after academics? Why are you still engaged in martial arts? Xiao Xiao felt strange, and the corners of his lips twitched, feeling like being played by this grass folk as a monkey.

Cheng Ling never looked up, but was respectful and calm: "There is a martial arts after Penglai, which is not strong, but the grass people feel that it is enough." ”

Penglai's disciples, although they are mortals, are called "immortals" by the world.

Because of the self-denial of the students of the sect, coupled with the combination of Confucianism and Taoism of the Penglai school, it has become the only academic school that "cultivates but does not make a name for itself, and is wise but does not take the official career".

Most of the families under the door are prosperous, do not ask about the world, and most of the children of rich families are at ease, so the Penglai area has created many Confucian businessmen with leisure and elegance, and the literary and artistic atmosphere has always been very good.

But Xiaozhong couldn't help but sneer, "I can't imagine that the disciple of Penglai, the disciple of the 'Immortal Gate', would also make such an embarrassing joke?" What other tricks do you have that you want to show to Hongu? ”

"The grass people deserve death."

"By the way, what is your Penglai Master's training?"

"Returning to His Royal Highness, the teacher's training is: self-denial in the world, and no desire is rigid."

But Xiao slapped his hands together, and the solidified air was cut through by the knife-like applause, as if Cheng Ling's answer was right in his arms.

"If you don't want it, you are strong."

After this repetition, the corners of his lips hooked a wicked smile, staring at Cheng Ling's calm face, and a little interest welled up in his deep eyes, as if he was teasing.

"Penglai's disciples assassinated the prince and disobeyed the holy decree, the entire master, shouldn't it be rectified?"

Cheng Ling was stunned, as if he didn't understand, and a little aggrieved.

But Xiao Zhong resisted the urge to kill this person's false skin, and gritted his teeth word by word: "Just now the Criminal Department sent a message, and the shoe prints left behind your back are your own." You, what else is there to say? ”