Chapter 22: The League of Victims Strikes
Especially when Mrs. Hua was mentioned, General Dugu's face became quite strange, and there was inevitably a hint of ridicule in his voice.
Boom!
"Confess? If the small ones can't beat them, they will look for Lao Tzu, and if they don't dare to come, they will look for Lao Tzu's Lao Tzu, sneer. Lose face. Zhen Guogong raised his hand and knocked on the table, sneering softly, the appearance of sitting in a precarious position was extremely majestic, but the quilt he was carrying made it look nondescript.
Listening to the words of Zhen Guogong, Dugu Lianyi, who was already hanging his head, twisted his steps, wanting to leave this place of right and wrong.
Shame, shame!
It's always been someone else who has been bullied and came to the door, but now he is actually taken by his grandfather to ask for an explanation, and he is simply a fox friend who has no shame to see him. Dugu Lianyi's incomparable sorrow, even if he hung his head, made people feel that not very bright sadness.
Although the young men on the opposite side were standing, their legs still couldn't help but tremble, and their bodies trembled a little.
This Zhenguo Gong, knowing that their legs were weak from being tortured by that bastard of Fenghua, would definitely not be able to get up now if it weren't for the excellent doctor found at home. But there were only four chairs in the whole hall, and they were juniors, and they stood bitterly for a quarter of an hour, and they couldn't bear it at this time.
Where's that damn Grace Boy? It is simply hateful to dare to torture them in this way.
"Lord Zhenguogong, we respect your old man, but this kind of casual fiddling with the holy decree is a great disrespect to the lord of the country. If you don't let your family Fenghua boy come out to apologize and give us an explanation, we will definitely sue the lord of the country. At that time...... "The man who spoke was the man who claimed to be a scholar and had good-looking eyes, about forty years old, dressed in a Confucian shirt, and his deep eyes looked like they had a wise brilliance.
"Oh? But how did I hear that it was a group of boys who made a fuss when they were visiting the kiln? Lord Zhenguo didn't have the slightest displeasure on his face, but the arm that was carrying the roll tightened fiercely, feeling the uneasy resistance of the quilt, touching his chin with satisfaction with the other hand, casually glanced at the two same ministers, and said unhurriedly, "What, your descendants are embarrassed to visit the kiln, and you still want to go to the lord of the country to talk about it?" ”
A vulgar visit to the kiln, the faces of these people who were stimulated were very ugly.
Originally, I wanted to ask the teacher to ask for the guilt, but I was unexpectedly blocked back by a sentence from Zhenguo Gong and went to the kiln! That's right, although the fireworks water gallery is a literati and ink painter, it is indeed a kiln, and at best it is a high-end kiln.
If they go to the lord of the country to complain because they are bullied by their juniors for visiting the kiln, I believe that they will be the ones who are unlucky in the end. The lord of the country has every opportunity, and they dare to sue for such things as going to the kiln, isn't this looking for death?
A simple sentence forced the faces of those few eloquent Wenchen to turn red, both angry and annoyed, but in the end, they couldn't say a word when they were choked.
Not only could they not say, but they even had to stop those troubles, and they could not let the lord of the kingdom know that his holy decree was used by this kid from the Northern Heavenly King's Mansion to compete with their heirs and be jealous.
Obviously, he has a big reason, but in the end, he is not a person inside and out, and now the lord of the country has offended the prince of Zhenguo instead of pleasing him.