"Weichen see Your Majesty!"

Zhang Muqing, the secretary of Dali Temple, Li Juzheng of the Criminal Department, and Liu Shouzheng, the imperial history of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, hurriedly stood up, straightened their clothes, and knelt on the ground.

"Yang Hong, see His Majesty the Human Emperor!"

Yang Hong was also taken aback, he didn't expect the Human Emperor to appear.

"It's miserable, my father has been paying attention here. In this way, my words to stop Brother Yang were all seen by my father. ”

The crown prince shouted to his father and knelt down. His heart was dead. He knew very well in his heart that his father was not so easy to fool at all. Whatever excuse you make, it's all self-defeating.

"See Your Majesty!" the full court knelt down.

Fang Yun's wrist trembled, and he finally had to kneel down.

The purple cloud didn't pay attention to so much, and when it was closed in the air, it still turned into nothingness.

"Congratulations to the emperor!"

The three of them bowed, then raised their heads, completely according to the number of salutes.

"Quit!"

Li Juzheng slapped the shocked wood and shouted directly to the hall. In this matter, someone came forward, and basically the dust has settled, just waiting for tomorrow's results.

As soon as Li Juzheng and the others left, the prince also got up and left. The young prince looked worried, didn't even look at Yang Hong, and strode out of Dali Temple.

Not long after the prince got up, Yang Hong glanced at Fang Yun fiercely and walked out.

After Yang Hong left, the officials in the hall looked at Fang Yun in surprise and dispersed one by one. This little marquis can actually alarm the emperor in the deep palace, and he is also capable!

Waiting for the full hall to disperse, Fang Yun walked out.

Outside Dali Temple, the prince's carriage and Yang Hong's carriage had already left. Only his own carriage remained.

"Yang Hong has left, it's okay!"

Fang Yun breathed a sigh of relief. With the power of Dali Temple and the three court ministers, Fang Yun was still able to suppress Yang Hong with his text. But out of Dali Temple, it's hard to say.

"Young master, let's go. ”

Next to the carriage, the old coachman showed a look of admiration. He has been in the Sifang Marquis Mansion for more than ten years, and he has almost watched this little marquis grow up. This was the first time he had seen these amazing qualities in the little marquis.

"Hmm," Fang Yun replied and walked towards the Sifang Hou Mansion.

"Tomorrow's sand table deduction, I should be in charge of the Di clan. Although Yang Hong is inferior to me in terms of mouth, he has made thousands of feats in battles, large and small, but he is real. I have to be prepared and not to take him lightly. - Big brother, whether I can vent for you or not depends on tomorrow!"

Fang Yun leaned against the wall of the carriage and thought silently. The three sessions were basically under his control at this point. The only surprise is that the Emperor of Man will appear. Although only in the form of a purple cloud.

Hoof!

The sound of horses' hooves falling on the stone slabs was mixed with the sound of ruts, and slowly walked towards the Sifang Marquis's Mansion. In a few moments, it will be the end.

"Well, what's going on? Shangjing is the most prosperous, why is it so quiet here?"

Fang Yun was thinking about it, and suddenly felt that something was wrong. Just about to lift the curtain, the probe took a look, and the abnormal protrusion protruded.

"Fang Yun, in front of this seat, don't you get out of the car and kneel down?"

A voice that was not angry came from the front of the carriage. As soon as the voice fell, Fang Yun suddenly felt that a round of fierce rì appeared in his perception, a domineering aura of supremacy to masculine and rigid, boundless, erupting from the front, with a wide range of directions.

"Boom!"

In the midst of the flames, a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared, and a boundless coercion emanated from that figure, as if the Emperor of Heaven had re-descended to the world.

Fang Yun suddenly felt that the air around him had turned into lofty mountains and mountains, covering him. It's like an ancient emperor who wants to suppress himself.

Yang Hong...... , Yang Hong is actually waiting here!"

As soon as this thought crossed Fang Yun's mind, he heard a neighing sound of a war horse neighing in his ears, followed by the sound of four reins being torn off. At the same time, only to hear a boom, Fang Yun's body, this bronze carriage, actually couldn't bear it, and collapsed all at once. Huge wheels, rolled out of the way, scattered on the ground.

Chang'an Avenue was empty and silent. Fang Yun stood in the collapsed carriage, looking ahead, only to see the end of the bluestone street, a purple figure with his back to him, standing proudly. At the back of his head, he had long black hair that swayed in the wind.

On Chang'an Street, the breeze was gusting, and the four horses pulling the cart had already run away without a trace. Only the frightened old coachman was left, standing beside the wheel, staring at the two of them blankly.

Just under the shocked gaze of the old coachman, at the end of the street, the crown prince Yang Hong slowly turned around, with a slender figure and a purple high-necked robe marked by xìng. On the handsome and fair face, there was indifference at this time.

"Why don't you speak? Surprised?"

Yang Hong's eyes are deep and bright, high above, like gods overlooking the world. In Dali Temple, he was pinched by Fang Yun and restrained everywhere. At this time, out of Dali Temple, only to show their own brilliance. Powerful power, like a vast ocean, in the face of this majestic force, Fang Yun was like a grasshopper, struggling in vain.

"Haha, Yang Hong, to my surprise, you really didn't make a big deal, and after the three sessions, you came to me!"

A sneering smile appeared on Fang Yun's face, his body trembled slightly, and the mountain-like power was getting bigger and bigger, almost pinning him to the ground, unable to move at all.

"Heh, do you want to provoke me?"

Yang Hong sneered, his eyes flashed, Fang Yun snorted, and immediately felt the pressure on his body double, and the stone slab under his feet clicked and suddenly cracked.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to kill you. We are now just a 'coincidence'. Fang Yun, you can speak well, you are familiar with the imperial court calendar, tell me. What should an unknown scholar do when he meets the prince of the dynasty?"

Yang Hong stood with his hands in his hands, with a playful smile on his lips, and slowly walked towards Fang Yun. Only here, outside the Dali Temple, can Yang Hong regain this sense of being in control.

The current Fang Yun, in front of his absolute power, was like an ant. He didn't even have to use his hands, he only needed to release a breath to shock Fang Yun to death.

"Hmph, Yang Hong. Don't worry, even if I die, I won't kneel for you!"

At this time, Fang Yun also understood Yang Hong's thoughts. He wanted to humiliate himself. There may be another attempt, if you kneel down to him, your mind will be balanced, and the sand table deduction of Ming rì may not be able to play as usual.

"Good. There is backbone. I want to see how hard you are!"

Yang Hong snorted coldly. He put his hands behind his back, just step by step, a strong and powerful step towards Fang Yun. Every time he took a step closer, the pressure on Fang Yun's body increased.

Multiply!

Within a radius of Fang Yun's surroundings, a terrifying heat was emitted, and even the air was distorted and blurred. Fang Yun's forehead was sweating like rain, and his legs sank deep into the ground. And Yang Hong still looks chic and calm, obviously still has reservations, and has not done his best.

"Fang Yun," Yang Hong walked five feet in front of Fang Yun, with a sneer, and slowly stretched out a palm:

"Today I will teach you the first lesson: in this world, the weak eat the strong, and in the face of absolute power, any strategy and wisdom are all vain. ”

With that, Yang Hong's palm pressed down.

"Ahh

Fang Yun screamed in pain, only to feel a terrifying force, overwhelming and pressing on his body. There was a crunch on his knees, and he was about to fall to his knees.

"Yang Hong, my cloud kneels to the sky and the ground, and I will never kneel to a villain like you!"

Fang Yun roared suddenly, and the roots of his forehead burst out. In his body, the majestic internal force exploded violently, reaching all four limbs and eight remains, frantically counteracting this terrifying pressure.

"Hum!—"

In Fang Yun's body, the Heaven and Earth Wanhua Clock suddenly emitted a powerful suction, like a long whale absorbing water, absorbing Fang Yun's internal force, and then transforming it into a strange power, spitting back into the meridians of Fang Yun's body.

"Click!-"

Fang Yun's bones all over his body rattled inch by inch, and it seemed that they might shatter at any time. In Yang Hong's shocked gaze, Fang Yun's body, inch by inch, straightened up with difficulty.

Fang Yun stared at Yang Hong, his eyes bursting with bright light. In him, this moment exudes a powerful jīng divine and willish power:

"Yang Hong, remember what I said. Sooner or later, you'll pay the price!"

Fang Yun paused word by word, as if he had made an oath.