Thinking of the above, the warrior restrained some of his dissatisfaction with Feng Jinyu.

The martial artist bowed his hand to Feng Jinyu, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for saving me from making a big mistake and harming myself." ”

The warrior's words of thanks turned around, and he pointed at the sour scholar and said: "It's just that this sour scholar is too hateful, my martial arts are not good, but I have bones...... Today, we can't just leave it at that......"

As soon as the warrior's words fell, the crowd who had just watched the excitement echoed.

"It must not be counted like this......"

"What are we warriors......

"To say that we are worthless, you can know who defends the border gates...... Soldiers are also warriors......"

"If you don't make a few broken poems and write a few short bad words, why will we warriors have nothing to do......"

"Literati are not qualified, look down on our warriors......"

The repeated denunciations made the acid scholar realize that he had committed public anger.

The sour scholar, along with the scholar who sat at the same table with him and also looked down on the martial artist, shrunk their necks in the scolding.

Reading is stupid, and he completely believes that the sour scholar whose eyes are very sharp is that 'everything is inferior, only reading is high', and he saw the white Confucian shirt on Feng Jinyu's body with a sweep.

Confucian shirts, that are not for everyone to wear—only for scholars.

The acid scholar seemed to have discovered some big secret, he pointed at Feng Jinyu and said, "You are also a scholar, how can you help those martial artists?" My companions have gone and called the officials, and since you have martial arts, help me catch them quickly......"

How is Feng Jinyu a character who was instructed by a little scholar, his eyes were like a sword, and he spit back the words of the sour scholar to his mouth in fright.

Feng Jinyu said coldly: "What martial arts...... What is a sour scholar...... was born from the same root, and he was too anxious to fry each other...... "He has Wen Taishi like a tiger in front of him, and other countries that covet the Vermilion Bird Empire like wolves, there are tigers in front and wolves in the back, but the literati and warriors in the Suzaku Empire are fighting back and forth......

Thinking of the difficult predicament of the Suzaku Empire, Feng Jinyu didn't even pretend to be gentle.

Feng Jinyu, whose eyes were burning with angry flames, exuded a violent and prohibitive aura all over his body.

Seeing this, the sour scholar didn't have a look, and he didn't dare to say another word.

"Brother Feng, why are you so angry...... "Ye Xue sat on her shoulder eating a white dumpling of pastries, and she walked over with Shi Shiran.

The snow came in the same night, as well as Han Ming and Wei Ya.

As soon as he heard Yexue's words, Feng Jinyu immediately restrained his violent aura, he smiled, and changed into a gentle, handsome, and elegant spring breeze, which made people admire and feel good about the world's first son.

Feng Jinyu smiled: "I haven't had any atmosphere...... It's just that we are all people from the Suzaku Empire, and we should be in the same boat and support each other. In such a useless argument about learning literature, and having nothing to do with learning martial arts, what good is it for the family and the country......"

Ye Xue smiled and stopped at a distance of three steps away from Feng Jinyu, she said: "Brother Feng, you really deserve to be a child of the Feng family who cares about the world, your vision can be much farther than ordinary people." ”

Ye Xue had a smile in her eyes, and she really glanced at the shouting warriors and scholars with sarcasm. You can only fight now...... Either for decades or for a hundred years, after the Suzaku Empire is skinned and swallowed by other countries, you will have nothing to fight......