Everyone knows that Hou Fuzhong is nostalgic and courageless, and he doesn't pay attention to his desires.

Huang Yunshu's subordinate household envoy is seriously forty-eight years old, the official is from the four products, knows the yellow book of the four states household registration well, is good at drilling camps, is a clever person, heard Cheng Ting mention the emperor's marriage, his heart flashed in his heart, and he arched his hand and said: "Your Majesty, the matter involves the national prince, you can't be rash, the minister has a young son, he loves it very much, he is seventeen years old, he is talented and intelligent, he is rich in five cars, and the minister is carrying his son into the palace today, please take a look."

After hearing this, the others' hearts suddenly brightened - if they could have a son and nephew to send to His Majesty's pillow, what would they care about his male and female dignity!

Cheng Ting saw that many people were about to move, and he was in a hurry.

He is paving the way for Wu Jin, how can these people recommend themselves!

He looked at this person's big face again, the facial features on his face were distributed as he wanted, and he was ugly and miserable, and immediately said sarcastically: "You old man really dare to think about it."

He said in a serious hurry, "What do you mean?"

Before Cheng Taishan had time to cover Cheng Ting's mouth, Cheng Ting had already begun to expose his shortcomings: "Your son is talented and intelligent, why is the academy nameless, I'm afraid he is stupid and has nowhere to create, so you want to use it as a favor, what a beloved son, fart!"

Seriously made him say half of his heart - the young son is indeed stupid and unenlightened, but he is indeed his beloved son.

He was so angry that Cheng Ting couldn't stop talking, and he wanted to cut off the thoughts of other people: "You look like this, how good can your son be, choose a son-in-law for Your Majesty, it's not okay to be crooked and cracked, you must have a good face...... No, handsome!"

Serious ugliness has become a matter of his heart, others don't mention it, he is still heartbroken, not to mention that people are exposed in one sentence, his face twitched, and without waiting for Cheng Taishan to come out to teach his son, he picked up the bamboo wat and smashed his head and face at Cheng Ting: "Rabbit cub!"

Before everyone came back to their senses, they heard a "bang", Cheng Ting's head fell to the ground, he screamed miserably, covered his head and squatted down.

Cheng Taishan's mind buzzed, and an arrow stepped forward, just about to help Cheng Ting, Cheng Ting had already gotten up, and with lightning speed, he took the wat board and beat him seriously.

Seriously retreated to the Wenchen pile, the two ran out of a whirlpool, the courtiers were in chaos, Cheng Taishan pushed aside the crowd in twos and threes, and just about to grab Cheng Ting's clothes, Cheng Ting had already turned around.

"Hindrance! Don't stop yet!"

The Wenchen made a mess, they were seriously not Cheng Ting's opponents, they hit Cheng Ting a few times in a row, and a handful of half-old bones almost broke him up, and when Cheng Ting withdrew his hand, he smashed Cheng Ting's head again.

When he was about to smash it for the second time, Wu Jin had already stepped out of his long legs and stopped between the two, and grabbed Zheng Lang's wrist with one hand: "Don't stop yet, what kind of body will it be."

On the golden platform, Mo Lingfeng said coldly: "Nonsense!"

The courtiers were silent for a moment, and hurriedly returned to their original positions under the signal of Wu Jin's eyes, and the two people who were dizzy also turned pale suddenly, and they were afraid, and they trembled and knelt down in the middle.

Half of Cheng Ting's face was covered in blood - the wat board broke his head.

It's okay to look serious, but after all, you're old, and within half a day, your body will be so sore that you can't get out of bed.

He thought that he had actually done it in the court, and most of the three souls and seven spirits were gone, and his limbs were hundreds, and he was cold.

Cheng Taishan bowed down and wanted to plead guilty for his son, but Mo Lingfeng had already gotten up and flicked his sleeves fiercely: "Cheng Ting kneels here!" Wu Jin went to the Wende Hall and retreated!"

She strode away, the courtiers trembled and retreated, and limped out seriously, Cheng Taishan hugged him, made amends to him, and promised him that he would intercede with His Majesty.

Wu Jin took out a handkerchief and asked Cheng Ting to hold down the wound, and also left from Ziwei Palace.

Cheng Ting was like a big bird, with a bald head, dragging two wings, kneeling in place with his head down, his eyes were full of gold stars, and his thirsty seven orifices were smoking.

It took an hour for the eldest sister of the Cheng family to come by order.

Cheng Ting was dizzy, and got up with the support of the two palace people, and his legs couldn't take a step as if he was pricked: "Eldest sister......

The eldest sister of the Cheng family was angry and distressed, stretched out two fingers, squeezed Cheng Ting's arm hard, and said angrily: "You deserve it!"

She asked the palace people to take it again

Come and wipe his face with a wet handkerchief: "Your Majesty wants to see you, be cautious in your words and deeds, do you remember?"

She took the handkerchief away and examined the wound.

The wound was under the forehead, but fortunately it was only horrible to look at, and it didn't hurt inside.

Cheng Ting gasped in pain, and said while rubbing his legs, "I know."

He stooped down and picked up the veil and put it on his head: "Give me the veil and wipe it again."

The eldest sister of the Cheng family took the clean towel from the palace people and handed it to him, he picked it up and wiped his face and hands, then tidied up his clothes, bared his teeth and grinned, "I'll go to the official room first."

He first went to the official room to relieve his hands, and then went to the Wende Hall with the palace people, and stood under the porch of the palace gate waiting for the summons, and after a while, the palace people led him to the east side hall.

Several cases in the side hall are scattered, there is a set of "four non-reliance" in the center, a round table, five piers, Mo Lingfeng changed into a white regular clothes, a high bun was replaced by a low bun, wearing a mutton fat white jade crown, hanging a gold collar, but there was still a bad sense of intimacy, sitting on the pier, glancing at Cheng Ting, who was saluting: "Do you think I won't punish you?"

Cheng Ting shook his head, and held back a few words for a while: "The minister doesn't dare."

"Do you know why you were punished?"

"I know, in the court, the ministers are not inferior."

Mo Lingfeng said in a deep voice: "In the solemn place of the court, if you are so quick to attack and destroy the courtiers, if I don't punish you heavily, the courtiers will think that I am biased, so they will be resentful, but I can't just punish you, seriously beat people with a wat board, and you should be punished, how to punish it, how to weigh the severity, it is another difficult problem."

She pointed hard at Cheng Ting's head: "This hour, you are not wronged when you kneel."

Cheng Ting hung his head: "The minister knows his mistake."

"I have discussed with Wu Xiang for a long time, and I will punish you for thinking behind closed doors for three months, meditate and recuperate, and hand over the shipyard affairs to Shi Yuan, and severely punish you for one year."

It can be regarded as being lifted high and falling gently.

Cheng Ting wanted Mo Lingfeng to swap him with a serious punishment, but he didn't dare to open his mouth, so he could only thank him with a sad face.

Mo Yefeng's face softened slightly: "Sit down."

"Don't dare."

Wu Jin took the gold sore medicine and came in, and pushed Cheng Ting: "Sit down."

Cheng Ting glanced at Mo Lingfeng quietly, and seeing that Mo Lingfeng's face was fine, Ai Ai sat down and asked Wu Jin to sprinkle medicine on him.

The wound was tearing and hurting, Cheng Ting gritted his teeth and endured it, and when the wound medicine was dressed, Cheng Ting had Wu Jin by his side, gradually relaxed, and just wanted to reach out to pour tea, Mo Lingfeng said: "Wu Jin, yesterday the treasury sent calligraphy and paintings, and there was a letter of calligraphy, on the case of the main hall, it was Lu Ji's authentic handwriting——"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Jin immediately got up: "Lu Ji!"

He strode to the main hall, and only Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting were left in the side hall.

Cheng Ting stared at the teapot and thought, "Wu Jin is coming back soon!"

When Yin Shi came out of the house, he didn't drink water, and he only remembered to go to the official room, but he forgot to ask his eldest sister for water.

Mo Lingfeng was mortal and couldn't hear his heart, but as soon as he saw his eyes, he knew what he wanted to do.

She had the heart to sharpen his temperament, picked up the tea cup by herself, and drank the tea slowly.