A "and slow", the sound shook the east of Luoyang City, the sound was not loud, but it could be heard by everyone clearly, which was definitely the result of the control of internal force. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

When Yang Fenglou heard this, he really put down his feet, and he didn't take a step after all, not because he was shocked by the other party, but because he recognized the voice.

Raise your eyes to the west.

On the street of Luoyang Dongcheng, another team drove over, the helmet was bright, heroic and extraordinary, and the arch guarded a large sedan chair with eight by eight, and the sedan curtain was lifted, revealing a face without waves in the ancient well.

Yang Fuguang!

He stopped Yang Fenglou with a word, and came out of the sedan chair without waiting for the sedan chair to stop.

When Song Wei saw Yang Fuguang coming, a complicated look flashed on his face, but he could only turn over and dismount, and cross his hands first.

"Yang Dujian. ”

"Song Envoy Jun. ”

Yang Fuguang arched his hand casually, ignoring Song Wei's ugly face, walked quickly to the high platform, and stopped under the high platform.

"Fenglou, everything has me!"

Yang Fenglou smiled lightly, and the mockery was beyond words.

Yang Fuguang didn't think it was wrong, first looked at the situation around him, then looked at Tian Xiao'e on the high platform, and finally, his eyes fell on the old turtle.

At this time, the old turtle had already climbed to a place eight zhang away from Yang Fenglou, which was the farthest distance that Yang Fenglou could control the "potential", and he had already adjusted the application of the "potential", not externally.

In other words, Yang Fenglou's "potential" is like a copper wall and iron wall, standing in front of the old turtle.

The old turtle grabbed with his hands, bit with his teeth, and hit his head with his head, and there was no other use than to see his own blood flowing.

Everyone present knew that this was a sign that Yang Fenglou would not let go of the old turtle.

Yang Fuguang saw the desperate old turtle and groaned for a long time, and then asked:

"Spare his life?"

Yang Fenglou shook his head.

"I promise he's dead!"

Yang Fenglou still shook his head.

"I promise him to die, and if you wish, I can let you kill him with your own hands!"

Yang Fenglou finally spoke.

"Now?"

Yang Fuguang was anxious.

"You kid, why are you so ignorant?

After all, he is the division of the Right Dragon Martial Army, or the march army of the southeast to suppress thieves and join the army, yes, his official position is not high, and he is not as good as your prestige Yang Fenglou, but he is an official!

Even if there are thousands of things wrong, there must be an edict from the imperial court to behead him!

Yang Fenglou, you are not the boss of a drama troupe, you are not a rebel in the anti-Tang Army, you are not a ranger wandering the rivers and lakes!

Happiness and revenge are not your standards for dealing with the world!

You are an official!

You are the pro-army of the Son of Heaven of the Tang Dynasty, you are the middle marquis of the Right Dragon Wu Army, and you are the marching history of the southeast to suppress the thieves!

The behavior of the right dragon martial army, the edict of the court, and even the order of the southeast to suppress the thieves and recruit the envoys are the guidelines for all your actions!

Killing an official is a rebellion!

Why is everyone saying this to you? This is not only to define the criteria for rebellion, but also to distinguish officials from ordinary people in terms of status!

This is the last line of defense for officials to protect themselves!

This is also a rule that all officials need to uphold!

Old turtle, it's an official!

You are also an official!

You have to kill him, well, take out the edict of the imperial court, or get the order of the southeast to suppress the thieves and recruit the envoys!

This is the most formal form of doing things!

Don't say that you are a third-grade master of the rivers and lakes, even if you are a master of the rivers and lakes, you can't do it!

Once you really kill the old turtle.

Whether he should be killed or not, you are an outlier among officials, you have pushed yourself to the opposite side of all officials, even if you have made great contributions to the Tang Dynasty, even if you are the queen of the Yang family, even if you are the middle marquis of the Right Dragon Army, you are also standing on the opposite side of all officials, and you will not be able to move an inch in the court!

Fenglou, listen to your uncle's advice.

Everyone is blocking you, not to stop you from killing the old turtle, but to prevent you from killing him in an improper way!

Listen to your uncle, spare him for the time being, you and I will jointly report what he has done to the Son of Heaven.

He categorically did not live long!

Uncle promises that as soon as the edict of the court arrives, I will hand him over to you and let you dispose of it!"

Yang Fuguang was really anxious, broke it and crumpled it to Yang Fenglou, explaining "killing an official is a rebellion" thoroughly, and he didn't care about revealing some of the potential rules of the official to the world in front of the public.

In fact, Yang Fuguang's understanding of this sentence is deep enough that even many officials who have been immersed in officialdom for many years may not be able to say "killing an official is rebellion" so plainly and understandably.

Everyone present, whether it is an official who cracks down on thieves in the southeast or an ordinary soldier, after listening to it, there is only one thought, if you still want to gain a foothold in the officialdom or even in Datang, it is best to abide by this rule.

Thinking of this, everyone turned their eyes to Yang Fenglou, just waiting for him to let the old turtle leave.

The whole scene, for a while, was silent, and it was a little terrifyingly quiet.

Yang Fenglou was silent, he was pondering, and he was also looking at the old turtle eight zhang away.

The old turtle's legs were broken, and he lost too much blood, even with the support of the six-rank Jianghu martial arts, his physical strength had already dissipated, and he barely crawled to a place eight feet away from Yang Fenglou, and it was difficult to break through Yang Fenglou's "potential" , but in order to stay away from Yang Fenglou, he tried all his efforts, grabbed with his hands, hit his head with his head, and bit with his teeth, in vain, but he did not stop, as the blood loss became more and more serious, his movements became slower and slower, but he was still working hard, and even with his bloody hands, he was constantly afraid of hitting the invisible wall, and his mouth was still chanting a sentence.

"I don't want to die...... I don't want to die......"

The miserable voice, constantly reverberating, made many people feel pity.

However, Yang Fenglou was unmoved, looking at the misery of the old turtle, he suddenly smiled, his smile was cold and abnormal, and finally spoke, his voice was not loud, as if he was teasing the old turtle, and it seemed to be talking to himself.

"You don't want to die?

Who wants to die?

Liu Puhe?

Liu Dayin?

Or Tian Xiao'e?

I have thirty-nine people in the class, who wants to die?

But have you ever heard them?

Didn't you lead the troops to raid Tongjian Villa?

As long as you kill, no one is allowed to kill you......

What's the point?"

After finishing speaking, the look on Yang Fenglou's face had already returned to calm, it was this kind of indifferent calm, but it made the hearts of everyone around him sink.

Yang Fenglou glanced at the people around him, looked at Gu Yangyu, looked at Song Wei, and finally stopped at Yang Fuguang's body.

"Killing an official is a rebellion?

My Guihe class up and down, all the people of the Right Dragon Martial Army, there are the middle marquis under the seventh grade, there are the divisions from the seventh ranks, there are the divisions from the eighth ranks, and there are the Zhige from the ninth ranks......

They are all officials!

Now, they have been killed by the old turtle and the people......

So, who's rebelling?"

Yang Fuguang listened, was speechless for a while, and finally said helplessly:

"Their situation...... Rather special......

Fenglou, don't worry, there will be a public opinion in the imperial court......"

Before Yang Fuguang's words were finished, Yang Fenglou looked up to the sky and laughed, and the mockery in the laughter was very obvious. (To be continued.) )