Chapter 702. The sun is red and thunderous, and the dynasty kills the book of the Ministry of Rites
"Huangkou Ruzi, do you know what etiquette is?"
"It's not a matter of tongue."
"Just for the peace of the world."
"It's not a matter of one person."
"Only the feast of the whole world."
The Ministry of Rites Shangshu is an old man with a talent, and he doesn't look like a soft bone, but, throughout the ages, even if it is a soft bone, it is impossible to see the kind of soft bone with a sharp mouth monkey cheeks and a lewd face in the court, the emperor is also a normal person, and he also has a normal aesthetic, and his appearance is a big plus in social interactions, so it doesn't matter if he is a traitor or not, good looks are the basic requirements.
It can be regarded as a gold and jade, and it is ruined.
Hearing Lin Chao's words...... can't be said to be explicit, because this is already equivalent to pointing at his nose and scolding, words that are more infuriating than explicit, flicking his sleeves violently, shaking off the white cranes embroidered on the big red official uniform, righteous words, I can't see that this is a man who prefers to be friendly, even if he is really like what he said, it is not soft bones, but for the overall consideration of what bullshit.
Lin Chaoci was not surrounded by this old man.
He is literate.
I can also understand the meaning of this old man's words.
Smiling slightly, his eyes swept over the hand that Emperor Chongping wanted to raise, and silently pressed the hand that Emperor Chongping wanted to raise and the small book in his hand, even though he knew that the small book was written with evidence of corruption and bribery of these court officials, but he Lin Chaoci didn't need these things as evidence!
Not to mention that he still has power.
One person can decide the life and death of this full courtier.
If you can't say it, you can do it.
The lower limit has been locked.
Even if he wasn't locked up, with his five-thousand-year-old vision and the various dragon slaying techniques he had learned, wouldn't he still be able to win a small Book of Rites?
Playing yin, I may not be as good as you.
Modern people don't think of themselves as too omnipotent.
Ancient times were not a place of reason.
Talented, can ensure that you are reused.
A passing grade in emotional intelligence can keep you safe.
But what are his strengths?
What are the advantages of each traverser, a modern man?
It's vision!
Therefore, Lin Chaoci didn't care about Emperor Chongping's surprise, crossed his hands, and even cocked Erlang's legs, changing to a comfortable sitting position, just above this court, it seemed that he was using his own impolite behavior to counterattack this Ministry of Rites, although Lin Chaoci didn't mean this, and changing his posture was just to better spray this bloodless old man:
"I'm not in a hurry, let's talk slowly."
"Don't think about refusing."
"What do you say...... I have nothing to talk to about the notorious leader of the brocade guards. ”
"This will only show you that you are weak."
"You will disrespect me."
"Maybe you don't have to respect me."
"Who am I?"
"A man with a false position and no name."
"However, respecting a person is the basic requirement of being a person in the etiquette law, if you don't respect me, it is equivalent to you using your actions to prove that the etiquette is just two words that come out of your mouth, and even the person who says it does not abide by the two words, do you think, am I right?"
The face of the Ministry of Rites remained unchanged.
It's just that there is a lot of impatience in his eyes.
sneered and said sarcastically: "This is just your rhetoric of living the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain, has the old man said that he refuses to listen to you?" ”
After that, the conversation changed: "Young man, your agitation method is too clumsy, but since you have made such a decision against the old man, the old man will reluctantly argue with you about this etiquette!" ”
Okay!
Right or wrong, it's all his!
Just that mouth, what is wrong is also right, and what is right is also wrong!
It's just that Lin Chaoci didn't get angry after being squeezed by others, but smiled very calmly, his tone was full of calmness from beginning to end, and the calm and calm that was as heavy and stable as a mountain showed that this old man who was the secretary of the Ministry of Rites was like a monkey jumping up and down, and he could think of people in the shadows of others, what was his own mind still needless to say, and everyone was not blind.
"Allow me to analyze it word for word."
Lin Chaoci spread his hands in the style of a general, and frankly counted the number with his fingers to the Ministry of Rites: "First, you say that I am a yellow-mouthed child, but in fact it is not right, people have a physical age and a mental age, even if my body is only fourteen years old, uh...... Yes, after this year, even if I am fifteen years old, my mental age has reached forty years old, and it may be fifty years old, sixty years old, seventy years old, and even if I don't talk about mental age, only physical age, I can't reach the age of a yellow child, if I don't get hurt in the future, I can easily live to be over 500 years old, fifteen years old accounts for thirty-third of 500 years old, and there is a little fraction, I will not calculate, normal old people live to sixty-six years old, which is not short, even if I live to ninety-nine years old, The result of this algorithm is also - don't look at the fifteen years I lived, but I am only equivalent to three to two years old in a normal person, according to the birth of one year old, although Huangkou Ruzi refers to children under the age of ten, but this also fully shows that the physical age is inaccurate. ”
Everyone understands the meaning of Lin Chaoci's words.
I've arranged three paths for you.
One is the current physical age, fifteen years old.
It's not a yellow-mouthed child.
One is the mental age, seventy or eighty years old.
It's not a yellow-mouthed child.
One is two or three years old...... Whose two- or three-year-old child can sit in the court and talk like a river, reasonable, and not panicked?
"And the next sentence."
"It's even more nonsense."
Lin Chaoci smiled, and continued: "Everyone has a different etiquette in their hearts, and the definition of etiquette is like the joy of knowing a fish, a hundred flowers bloom, so my definition of etiquette is by no means groveling, I don't recommend you to debate my etiquette with me, because I have never lost in debating with others in terms of benevolence, righteousness, etiquette, wisdom and faith." ”
"Joke!"
"Zi Fei Fish, how do you know the joy of fish?"
"This is your courtesy?"
The eyes of the Ministry of Rites Shangshu were full of sarcasm: "Then what if the old man says that the old man's etiquette is also the joy of knowing the fish for you?" ”
"Then I'm sorry."
Lin Chaoci finally put down Erlang's legs.
It's not just about letting go.
This time, he stood up.
The frightened Emperor Chongping shook his fingertips.
For fear that Lin Chao would give him a beheading of the dynasty.
However, just a second later, Emperor Chongping would rather see Lin Chaoci kill this Ministry of Rites Shangshu and wipe Lin Chaoci's ass than accept the incredible fact that he broke into his eyes......
Rumble!!!
The sun thunders and the wind surges!
The deafening thunder left everyone's miserable white faces at this moment, only Lin Chaoci's clear voice like a golden stone, like nagging, did not see the meaning of pleading, and could only hear the taste of discussion: "Zi Fei Yu Yan knows the joy of fish, between you and me, can only be used by me, my etiquette, is to kill all those who do not agree with my etiquette and want to be more serious with me, although I have a hundred ways to kill you, but it shows that I am too domineering, and this practice does not respect the saint very much, so what, I have thought of a compromise solution, which can not only kill you, but also not embarrass the saint, and fully prove that my etiquette is correct, even if the iron pen in the hand of the historian records it truthfully, it will not say that I am arguing, but will only record you as a traitor or a villain...... Eh, I don't know if the thunder has anything to say on your side, so you should do me a little favor and use a special mine to eradicate the traitor, and chop him to death for me, so that he can understand what my etiquette is, okay? ”
As soon as the words fell.
Right under everyone's watchful eyes.
A dazzling red thunderbolt...... It can't be called thunder, then it is clearly a red thunder pillar thicker than the pillars in this palace, falling from the sky, smashing the glazed tiles above the head to prevent lightning, and covering the ritual book that is paralyzed on the ground, it seems to let everyone see the fate of the ritual book, the translucent red thunder pillar, how the ritual book is turned into coke, how it turns into fly ash, how there is no ash left, and it is clearly placed in front of everyone in the court!
Meanwhile.
Another pillar of thunder that is thicker and bigger than that.
It's just blue.
Descended in the mansion of the Ministry of Rites.
One thin and one thick, one red and one blue.
It wasn't until five or six seconds later that the output stopped.
And suddenly the clouds of heaven dispersed.
Pulsing arcs of thunder permeated the place.
In the court, there was a big pit.
In Shenjing, there is also a big pit.
In the courtroom, the quiet pin drop can be heard.
In Shenjing, there is also a silence.
Only Lin Chaoci's slightly surprised voice seemed to have pressed the switch, making this picture that seemed to be suspended gradually flow: "Yo, yes, you have already digested one?" It should be the one who shot the Condor, right? I've changed my relationships to look like that, and it shouldn't take much effort for you to devour, right? ”
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(End of chapter)