Although the voice was very low, it was still heard by Ying Ziye, Meng Tian and other people whose cultivation levels were far beyond ordinary people.

This statement can be said to be a grave sin of tabooing!

Ying Ziye looked at Liu Ji instinctively.

The light in his eyes flickered, as bright as the stars.

Hou Qing's bloody eyes shone brightly, showing his ferocious power.

Seeing such an inhuman scene, Liu Ji was instantly frightened. He couldn't help but stepped back, only to be pushed back by a willow tree again.

Immediately he knelt down in fear, kowtowed to the ground, and trembled.

"Bring him up!"

Meng Tian pointed at Liu Ji with his sword.

Among the army, a group of black soldiers immediately walked out and walked towards Liu Ji.

He brought it to the Chinese army.

"General, the men have been brought!"

The black armor threw Liu Ji to the ground, causing him to scream in pain.

Liu Ji raised his head and glanced at Meng Tian, ​​his face full of fear. In an instant, he lowered his eyebrows and lowered his head, trembling all over.

Bang bang bang!

He kept kowtowing and quickly begged for mercy, saying respectfully: "Sir, this villain is just talking nonsense and cannot be taken seriously!"

"The villain is wrong, the villain doesn't dare anymore!"

"Please forgive me, sir, please spare my life, Lord Eighth..."

Liu Ji's voice trembled, showing that he was panicking inside.

While begging for mercy, it is time to kowtow.

Liu Ji looked up and saw Hou Qing, Jian Jiu and Ying Gou, and he couldn't help but look surprised.

He immediately knelt down and climbed all the way towards Hou Qing and others, asking for help: "Brother Hou Qing, Miss Yinggou, Uncle Jianjiu, please help me!"

Meng Tian looked at Hou Qing with a puzzled look on his face.

But he remained silent, his expression calm and unmoved.

"Behead this man!"

Seeing that Hou Qing didn't speak, Meng Tian didn't ask any more questions and immediately gave the order coldly.

"Here!"

A group of black armored soldiers responded.

Just as the black armor rushed forward.

Fan Kuai and Lu Wan, however, led a group of brothers and rushed forward.

He stood beside Liu Ji and tried to stop him.

At this moment, Liu Ji also hurriedly dug into his arms, took out the money he had collected, held it in both hands and faced Meng Tian, ​​and said in a trembling respectful voice: "General, this villain has accumulated money for many years to honor the Eighth Young Master!"

"Oh!"

Meng Tian had a sneer on his face, how could the Eighth Young Master take a fancy to this little money?!

And the Eighth Young Master is not greedy for money.

Meng Tian's voice was cold and he ordered: "Take these people down together!"

If he dared to help commit the heinous crime of tabooing, no wonder he was implicated.

Right at this time!

However, Ying Ziye's voice came from within the curtain of the Chinese army carriage.

"stop!"

"Why does it sound so familiar?!"

After hearing this, Liu Ji, Fan Kuai, Lu Wan and others felt very familiar.

Everyone's faces couldn't help but show doubts.

Inside the curtain, the maid gently lifted the gauze and hung it on one side.

The majesty of Ying Ziye was revealed.

"Young Master said, please raise your heads!"

The maidservant shouted calmly.

Liu Ji and others looked up and saw the familiar handsome face.

"Mr. Zhao, no, Mr. Eighth!"

When he saw clearly that it was Ying Ziye, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

Liu Ji and Fan Kuai were shocked, but then they were overjoyed, looked excited, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Eighth Young Master, I am Liu Ji!"

Liu Ji said in a familiar tone: "Yesterday we had a drink together and talked loudly!"

"I didn't expect that the Eighth Young Master would hide his identity and enjoy himself with the people."

"oh?!"

Ying Ziye smiled with interest and asked, "Are I familiar with you, sir?"

Liu Ji looked stunned, but still gave full play to his shameless instinct, and even wanted to move forward, but was blocked by the black armored sword.

"I have admired the Eighth Young Master for a long time. I heard that the Eighth Young Master eradicated corrupt officials along the way, invented the art of papermaking, the method of purifying and refining fine salt, and the Quyuan plow to benefit the people."

"So the villain specially prepared a gift to give to the Eighth Young Master!"

"snort!"

Ying Ziye shouted coldly: "What I hate the most is people who follow others' influence and take advantage of others."

"What's more, if you say such rebellious words, you should be executed!"

"No, Eighth Young Master!"

At this moment, Fan Kuai and others hurriedly knelt down and begged Ying Ziye.

Fan Kuai, Lu Wan and others kowtowed to the ground and respectfully said: "Eighth Young Master, it was just an unintentional mistake!"

"Yesterday, the Eighth Young Master drank and had fun with us and had a great conversation."

"Please forgive me over just one meal!"

Ying Ziye asked coldly: "Do you know that interceding for him is considered the same crime?!"

The expressions of Fan Kuai and others changed slightly, but they still insisted on kneeling and kowtowed: "I beg you, Eighth Young Master, to show mercy and be willing to share the same crime!"

silence!

After counting the interest.

Ying Ziye looked at the few people who were willing to risk their lives to plead for Liu Ji. He couldn't help but nodded in appreciation and said with satisfaction: "Get up, I don't have to kill him, but if you are guilty of death, you will not be able to escape the crime of living!"

"Demoted Liu Ji to eunuch and sent him to the border areas to build the Great Wall."

Eunuchs are eunuchs.

When Liu Ji heard this, his face instantly turned pale, and he collapsed on the ground. He cried and begged: "Eighth Young Master, I don't want to be an eunuch, and I don't want to build the Great Wall!"

He doesn't want to become that kind of person, not to mention that building the Great Wall is equivalent to a narrow escape from death.

Ying Ziye turned a deaf ear and ignored it, and walked straight towards Xiao He.

"Young Master Zhao, the Eighth Young Master..."

Xiao He murmured, looking at Ying Ziye who had transformed into the Eighth Young Master, he couldn't believe it for a moment.

"Brother Xiao!"

Ying Ziye smiled slightly, patted Xiao He on the shoulder, and teased: "I am waiting for you to treat me to a drink."

"As the saying goes, a thousand-mile horse always exists, but a Bole does not always exist. I am willing to be your Bole!"

"this!"

When Xiao He heard this, he felt a little dazed, especially when he was called and contacted by the Eighth Young Master so affectionately.

He immediately bowed gratefully and said respectfully: "Thank you so much, Eighth Young Master!"

Magistrate Fang was also in disbelief. Yesterday at Mr. Lu's banquet, they drank, ate, and composed poems and poems with Mr. Zhao, but he was actually disguised by the eighth son. He couldn't help but sigh.

"Emperor's poem, emperor's poem, it's really emperor's poem!"

Magistrate Fang quickly moved out of the way and said respectfully: "Eighth Young Master, I have prepared a banquet for you."
To be continued...