The words and sentences have a sense of desolation, like a picture of a bloody sunset and a lonely veteran spread out in front of everyone. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Qiu Daoming almost burst into tears when he heard this sentence by sentence.

Desolate, guarding the northern frontier for Yun Qin, opening up the territory for Yun Qin, and suppressing the disaster of the demon clan for Yun Qin, but what did you get?

What I got was the jealousy of countless courtiers, the suspicion of Emperor Yunqin, and the title of a barbarian land!

The whole desolation, isn't it as sung in this song, Guan He's dream is broken, which is chilling.

Mo Yihe frowned slightly, they boasted of being gossip officials, a few years ago, the King of the Desolate Wilderness dared to use swords in the court, and they kept poking the backbone of the Desolate King, wanting to cut off the waist and back of the man named Tang Tiannan with a verbal punishment.

Now, this poem truly reflects the grievances of the desolate wilderness, and also alludes to the crimes of their group of people.

"Who dares to make a big deal out of this place?"

Moyi River snorted, and the white mist around him turned into a dragon shadow, rising behind him.

"Moihe, you dare to yell in front of me?"

Tang Fengjian's eyebrows were pressed, his eyes were cold, and he entered the hall with his hands down!

"World ...... His Royal Highness!?" Qiu Daoming recognized Tang Feng and hurriedly saluted.

Mo Yihe's complexion changed, Tang Feng was the son of the desolate world, and his identity was equivalent to that of the prince and princess, according to the law, he did have to kneel when he saw it.

"Mo Yihe, when you see this son of the world and don't kneel, what do you think of the law of Yun Qin?"

Tang Feng took the lead and looked coldly at the Moyi River.

"Minister...... I've seen His Royal Highness!"

Mo Yihe's face was pale, he had always looked down on Tang Feng, and he looked down on this desolate son who was known as a gentleman.

But now, he had to kneel down and salute Tang Feng.

"Mr. Qiu, please get up quickly. ”

Tang Feng helped Qiu Daoming up, and then saluted him as an elder.

"The subordinates let His Royal Highness the Prince see the joke. Qiu Daoming laughed to himself.

Tang Feng shook his head and said seriously: "Mr. justifies my desolate name, let people know that I have a backbone that cannot be bent, how can I joke about it." ”

Qiu Daoming was moved, but he was speechless for a while.

For many years, the desolate wilderness has always been regarded as a place of declining cultural context, and it has been called a barbarian, but now, someone can finally stand up and support the desolate cultural context.

Moreover, this person is none other than His Royal Highness the Prince of the Desolate Wilderness, and the future King of the Desolate Desolation!

"Mr. Qiu, please take a seat. ”

Tang Feng didn't glance at the Moyi River at all, made a gesture of invitation to Qiu Daoming, and then sat down in the first seat by himself.

"Your Royal Highness, I remember that you are still in exile, is it too early to come to Sunset City to play prestige now. ”

Mo Yihe stood up with a grim face, and his heart was very unhappy.

Tang Feng Shi sat on the first seat, glanced at the Moyi River lightly, and suddenly chuckled, and said:

"Mo Yihe, Lord Mo, did I tell you to get up!?"

"This son didn't tell you to get up, you dare to get up, kneel down for me!"

Mo Yihe's face turned red, and he pointed at Tang Feng, so angry that he couldn't speak.

He is the minister of Yunqin Yipin, how many years has he been pampered, how can he be so bullied by a young man Tang Feng.

"Desolate world, you deceive people too much!" said Mo Yihe angrily.

"Too much deception?"

Tang Feng only felt funny, looked at Mo Yihe indifferently, and said coldly:

"Moyi River, how much has I contributed to the Yunqin Empire, how many people have died in a foreign land, and how many people have died in a foreign land, and the horse leather shroud?"

"You civilians, you have no combat power, have you ever gone to the battlefield to kill a person?"

"You know that when you wear court clothes, when you go to the morning court, you move your mouth, and you will cut down the lives of my sons and daughters in the desolation?"

"Now, you're saying I'm excessive?"

"Master Mo, today I Tang Feng want to ask you, who is too much, who is it...... It's too much to deceive people!!"

In the end, Tang Feng slapped the table and pointed at the tip of Mo Yihe's nose and scolded.

"That's right, I'm exiled, so what, I'm still the son of the desolate world, and I still represent countless desolate men who died for Yun Qin. ”

"Let me ask you, when you see my desolate heroic soul, should you kneel or not!?"

Tang Feng is domineering, like a peerless sword that can knock on the gate of heaven, which is daunting.

Outside the hall, the thirteen heavy cavalry troops, the storm battalion, and a hundred people, all with red eyes.

The battalion commander, Song Qingshan, took the lead in kneeling down and shouted His Royal Highness.

One hundred iron-blooded men, one hundred His Royal Highnesses, the sound of the Falling Sun City.

In the hall, Qiu Daoming, who was nearly half a hundred years old, burst into tears......

Mo Yihe's face turned pale, and he was so ashamed that he didn't dare to look at Tang Feng, and subconsciously lowered his head.

"Your Royal Highness, you are so flamboyant, do you really not take the will of the Holy Lord seriously, how can you be arrogant with a sinful body?"

A white-clothed scribe came out of the Mo Yi River, he was also a person from the Shuntian capital, and he had not poked the backbone of the King of the Desolate Desolation before, Tang Feng's words were like sticking a steel knife into his heart, which made him extremely unhappy.

If he is not happy, then he will make Tang Feng unhappy.

This idea seems extremely naïve and ridiculous, but it is really the true mentality of this group of Shuntian Confucian cultivators.

The literati are not selfish, it is certain literati who are selfish.

"I'm just crazy, so what?"

Tang Feng turned his head to look at the white-clothed scribe, and his voice was extremely cold.

The reason why he was willing to accept the holy decree of exile for two years was entirely because he wanted to go to Tianxuanmen to find the sword marks of knocking on the sky.

If he doesn't want to, who can force him?

"You are too presumptuous, it's ridiculous that the son of the desolate world was born in a princely family, and you are so disloyal and foolish!"

The white-clothed scribe drank coldly, not wanting to mention the relationship between Liang Huang and Yun Qin anymore, so he changed the topic and satirized Tang Feng for being uneducated.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous that you've read the books of the sages and sages and still be so ignorant. ”

Tang Feng sneered, the tip of the needle pointed at Mai Mang, and did not retreat.

"I know that you Confucian cultivators write good poems, so you laugh at me for being desolate and barren. ”

"But I want to say that the world's articles are all about literati!"

"It's sad and lamentable, but how many beautiful words come from the hands of people who are so dirty at heart that they can't be considered literate. ”

The white-clothed scribe was furious, pointed at Tang Feng with his hand, and wanted to fight back, but Tang Feng didn't give him a chance at all, and said indifferently:

"Confucianism has Mr. Hengqu, a Confucian immortal, who was determined to establish a heart for heaven and earth, a life for the people, a continuation of learning for the saints, and peace for all generations. ”

"Hengqu four sentences, how much have you people done!?"

Tang Feng was really angry at many Confucian literati, and he couldn't wait to slash this group of white-eyed wolves dressed in Confucian cultivation with a sword.

"You ......"

The white-clothed scribe trembled with anger, but he couldn't think of a counterattack for a while.

Tang Feng sneered coldly, what he said was true, what did this group of people use to fight back?

He stood by his sword, his white clothes flying, and shouted coldly:

"You should all kneel, not me, but ...... Desolate Heroic Soul!"