"The king is here just now, but it is because at noon, the Yang energy is strong and the way of heaven is clear. It matches the king's identity and the sun can come to prove the bet?"

Bigan twirled the dry beard under his chin, rolled his eyes, and said slowly.

Huang Feihu heard this and immediately cast an admiring look at Bigan.

The great sage was indeed a great sage. What he said was clear and logical. Not only was he reasonable and well-founded, but he also had a deep meaning, so that Emperor Xin would not go back on his bet.

"Hahaha, you scholars just like to think nonsense when you are full. The Prime Minister can even make up such nonsense." Di Xin heard this, raised his head and laughed, and towards Bigan's shoulder, he hit Bigan heavily again.

With two slaps, he quickly collected 50 negative emotion points from him, and then followed with a smile and said: "The reason why I came at noon is very simple, because it is not often said that something will happen sooner or later. At noon, it is neither early nor late.

Nothing happens!"

[Negative emotion value from Bigan, +99...]

[Negative emotion value from Huang Feihu, +99...]

[Negative emotional value from Shang Rong, +99...]

The moment he said this, Di Xin immediately saw that the data in the background of his system was scrolling crazily. It increased by 999 and reached the mark of +11379.

Something will happen to God sooner or later, so noon will come sooner or later!

In this case, not to mention Bigan and Huang Feihu, even Shang Rong, a loyal minister who had recently taken a new look at Emperor Xin and became loyal to him, couldn't help but start slandering him.

"Hahaha, isn't the joke I took so much pains to make for everyone not funny?"

Di Xin slapped Bi Gan hard on the shoulder twice and asked with a smile.

"It's funny, it's funny..." Bigan nodded insincerely, but the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

Just for a joke, he asked so many ministers to wait here. This tyrant is getting more and more ridiculous!

"Since it's funny, why don't you smile, Prime Minister?"

Emperor Xin heard the sound and continued to Bigan as if nothing had happened.

[Negative emotion value from Bigan, +50...]

Bigan was unwilling to give in in every possible way, but he could only forcefully twitch the corners of his mouth and squeeze out a difficult smile.

"King Wu Cheng, why don't you smile?"

Di Xin nodded with satisfaction, then looked at Huang Feihu and said with a smile.

[Negative emotion value from Huang Feihu, +99...]

Huang Feihu's face darkened, but he looked into Di Xin's eyes and Zheng Lun, who was standing behind him and staring at him eagerly, and hurriedly squeezed out a smile.

"Okay, seeing you so happy, my hard work has finally paid off." Di Xin clapped his hands and laughed, very sincerely.

These two or five young men are in Chaoge, but their hearts are in Xiqi. If I don’t treat you as a cash machine with negative emotions, I don’t deserve to be called a tyrant by you.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late. I wonder how you plan to help these abandoned people with spring plowing? If they can't do spring plowing in time, they can't always let the treasury allocate food for them. After all, now Wen Taishi is still suppressing the rebellion, Dongyi

The tiger is eyeing Xirong, and the national treasury cannot afford to lose it..."

After Bigan's mouth twitched for a long time, he suppressed the depression in his heart, sighed deeply, complained to Di Xin about his miserable life, and urged him to fulfill his promise and carry out spring plowing.

"Of course I came here to solve this matter!" Di Xin smiled faintly, then turned to look at Huang Feihu next to him, and said: "King Wu Cheng, I heard that you never leave your body.

Your magical skills are superb. Today, have you brought your five-color sacred cow, which is more important than your wife?"

[Negative emotion value from Huang Feihu, +250...]

Huang Feihu's face was dark and his eyes were burning.

The cow never leaves the body, and that’s fine as long as the cow is with the person. But when did the cow become more important than the wife?!

What does this make others think?!

"Your Majesty, I don't know how to ride a bull, but the five colors are indeed here, and they are eating grass behind."

However, although Huang Feihu was unhappy, he still said depressedly, because he was really a good person.

"Moo..."

Almost at the same time, when Huang Feihu called its name, the five-color sacred cow immediately barked, ran over with hooves, snorted, and then rubbed its big head against Huang Feihu's chest.

Sticky, greasy and crooked.

"This cow from the Wucheng Wang family is really well-raised. It is fat and healthy, and is smooth and oily. It seems that it gets a lot of nourishment from you..."

Di Xin looked at this scene, glanced at the belly of the five-color sacred cow, and immediately showed an understanding smile, smiling at Huang Feihu and saying.

[The negative emotion value from Huang Feihu, +250, cumulative value 12028...]

Huang Feihu's face was as gloomy as water. Although Di Xin's words were all true, he always felt that something was not right and strange, as if he and Niu had made some mistake.

"King Wu Cheng, I want to borrow your cattle for today."

At this moment, Di Xin looked at Huang Feihu and said with a smile.

"This cow in my family is nothing but..." Huang Feihu heard this and shook his head without thinking. However, when he saw Zheng Lun behind Di Xin and glared at him fiercely, he could only change his mind and was unwilling to do so.

Reluctantly, he said: "I wonder what the king wants Wuse to do?"

"If you borrow cattle, you will naturally need to plow the land!"

Di Xin spoke slowly and word by word.

[Negative emotion value from Huang Feihu, +1000...]

As soon as he finished speaking, a string of four-digit numbers rolled across the background of the system. Di Xin's eyes lit up and he couldn't help but glance at Huang Feihu again.

I borrowed your oxen to plow the fields and gave you so many negative emotional points. King Wu Cheng, there is something wrong with you!

"The five colors are my mounts. They are mythical beasts. They never plow the land, so please ask the king to choose the oxen for plowing."

Huang Feihu clasped his hands in his fists and shook his head repeatedly.

"I know that it is your most beloved mount, and you ride it on your lap every day! But, you, King Wucheng, are my King Wucheng of Dashang, and your cattle are naturally my cattle of Dashang.

Do your best for the great merchants." Di Xin chuckled lightly, and after saying the words he had prepared, he looked back at Zheng Lun and said with a smile: "General Zheng, don't you think so?"

"The king's words are reasonable. The whole world belongs to the king, no matter how small a cow is! If anyone thinks that he is not the king's subject and that what he owns does not belong to the king, then I will chop off his dog's head.

Give everything he has to the king!"

Zheng Lun nodded vigorously, white mist puffed out from his nose, and he raised the two demon-subduing pestles, as if Huang Feihu refused, he would be opened in the next moment.

"Hahaha, General Zheng, please don't be so murderous. Don't I know King Wu Cheng? He is the most loyal, how could he disobey me..."

Di Xin raised his eyebrows and smiled lightly, but deep in his eyes, there was a look of threat.

[The negative emotion value from Huang Feihu, +1000, cumulative value +14028...]

Huang Feihu gritted his teeth, his face turned pale and pale, and he cursed Zheng Lun, the loyal lackey of the tyrant, in his heart. But in the end, he was forced by the lustful power of Emperor Xin and Zheng Lun, with tears in his eyes, he pushed the mooing five-color sacred cow away.

When he arrived in front of Di Xin, he followed closely and turned his head with an unbearable look on his face, saying: "Please, Your Majesty, be kind to Wuse."

"King Wu Cheng, the love between man and cow is really deep!"

Emperor Xin touched his palms and praised him again and again, his eyes shining brightly.

Huang Feihu, you still said you don’t know how to ride a bull?!

"General Zheng, put a noose on it!" Immediately afterwards, Di Xin winked at Zheng Lun, and General Heng dropped the magic pestle, grabbed the rope and put it around its neck.

Moo? Moo? Moo?

The five-color sacred cow was eating grass and rubbing against its owner when it was suddenly tied up with five flowers. Its big watery eyes like copper bells were immediately filled with confusion. It opened its mouth to regurgitate half of the grass. It looked at Huang Feihu innocently and said

The fatal triplet.

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It's a pity that Huang Feihu couldn't bear to see his beloved cow plowing the fields, so he only gave it a useless back.

"Prime Minister, open your eyes and see clearly!" At the same time, Di Xin looked at Bigan, chuckled, and then, to the group of craftsmen behind him, said in a deep voice: "Come on, make the music

Hitch the shaft for me!"

Quyuanli?!

After Di Xin finished speaking, Bigan, Shang Rong and other important ministers immediately looked confused. Then, they saw the group of craftsmen hanging a wooden frame as the base and a triangle as the base behind the rope tied to the five-color sacred cow.

Auxiliary, strange-looking utensils.

Immediately afterwards, the craftsman pierced the shining triangular iron into the soil.

"Heifer, ride on your little rocket and fly!" In the next breath, Di Xin suddenly raised his foot, refining the power of the second level of Qi realm, poured out, and landed on the butt of the five-color sacred cow.
Chapter completed!