"Don't let your mother's stinky farts, dare you insult Wong Tai Sin? Be careful of the thunder striking!" A disharmonious voice sounded.

The crowd dispersed, and Hu Hai walked out of the crowd. He pointed at Feng Xiaoting's nose and cursed: "Which eye did you see Huang Daxian and was ugly and old? Did you see it with P eyes?"

Feng Xiaoting is not happy. Although you, Hu Hai, are a noble man in heaven, I, Feng Xiaoting, are also the son of the prime minister. Speaking of which, you are a prince without power, you are not as good as the son of the prime minister, the real power, not to mention that I am also a man in the palace, the first person under the dignified nine ministers!

"Who am I supposed to be? It turns out to be Mr. Hu Hai. Why? Do you have a relative with Huang He? You keep talking to him?"

"I remember you are Zulong's son. Huang He is just a traitor. If you protect him like this, is it because you collude with the thief?"

"The prince of the Great Qin Empire actually hooked up with the rebels. If he talked about it, he might shock everyone's attention!"

Hu Hai was angry and wanted to punch Feng Xiaoting in the face. Fortunately, he understood that his skills were not as good as others and said contemptuously: "Huang He is my master. As the saying goes, master, apprentice, father and son, you insult my master is like insulting my father!"

When Feng Xiaoting heard Hu Hai admit that Huang He was his master, he smiled even more.

"Let me listen, everyone, the great prince of Qin actually recognizes the thief as his father. Such a person who has no king or father, is unfaithful and unfilial, has no credibility at all!"

Feng Xiaoting said in a voice that only two people could hear: "Dare to go against me, be careful that I will kill you!"

Hu Haixin said that you, a defeated general, were beaten by my master like a dog from a broken family, and you dare to talk nonsense here? He sneered: "Huang He is my master, this is the thing I am most proud of."

"My master, he is a god from heaven, descended to earth. This has been recognized by all the ministers in the court."

"In the Golden Palace, Feng Xiaoting and his father, the right prime minister Feng Quji, were in trouble with the Chaogang. My master used the Five Thunder Method to knock him down, foaming at the mouth and urinating at the same time. This is obvious to all."

Feng Xiaoting was like a cat with his tail stepped on, "You, you swear by blood!"

"Hu Hai, you must be responsible for saying these words and apologize to the people!"

Hu Hai was too lazy to look at him, so he took out a stack of colorful photos from his arms and distributed them to the people present: "Look, take a look, this is the scene where Feng Xiaoting and his son were knocked down by my master in the Golden Palace at that time."

The people of the Qin Dynasty had never seen such things. They were shiny and shiny. On a small card, the characters were lifelike or colorful!

This is exactly the photo of Huang He knocking down Feng Xiaoting and his son with a taiser gun that day.

Moreover, the angles of these photos are from top to bottom, and the entire Golden Palace is completely visible.

The characters in the photo are not limited to Feng Xiaoting and his son, but also the Shangqing Meng Yi, the left prime minister Li Si, and the CRRC Mansion Commander Zhao Gao...

Almost all the civil and military officials in the court showed their faces in the photos.

"Is this the place where the Golden Palace? Zulong holds a court meeting?"

"That pillar is so thick. It probably takes four or five people to carry it over!"

"Didn't it mean that the floors of the Golden Palace are paved with gold bricks? Why does it look similar to my home?"

"Bah, God's mother's is similar to your family, okay?"

Feng Xiaoting is all stupid!

He had never seen a photo, but it seemed that the father and son were lying on the photo.

His eyes turned pale, his whole body twitched, and his mouth was foaming, and he was extremely embarrassed!

This is the pain that he will never forget in his life, and it is his heaviest shame. He has almost forgotten it, but when he sees the photos, these painful memories appear and scenes surge into his heart.

"Don't look! Don't look!"

"It's all fake! It's all fake!"

Feng Xiaoting went crazy and rushed into the crowd, no longer had the arrogant and domineering he had just now. Yushu was in the wind, and he seemed to be crazy, fighting desperately for the photos in the hands of the people.

Several elderly people were caught off guard and snatched away by him.

Feng Xiaoting himself is very skilled in martial arts, and at this time he is in a state of rampage, he is naturally like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, unstoppable.

Hu Hai calmly winked at the crowd. Several fat and strong men in the crowd understood and slowly squeezed towards Feng Xiaoting.

Feng Xiaoting snatched seven or eight cards in a row and accidentally knocked down a child. Someone immediately shouted loudly: "I've hit someone! The young master of the right prime minister beats someone! It's no reason! Can the young master of the prime minister hit someone at will?"

"He can't beat Wong Tai Sin, so come and beat us!"

"We don't need something that bullies the weak and is afraid of the strong!"

"Bow him to death!"

"Bow him to death!"

Feng Xiaoting then realized that he had been surrounded by the vast ocean of the people, and the surroundings were filled with people, and the few servants he brought were blocked by the crowd!

Feng Xiaoting shouted: "My dad is Feng Quji!"

A big man in the crowd threw a brick over and said, "I'll go to yours!"

With someone taking the lead, the people hated the rich and hated the officials immediately became ignited, just like a fierce tinder encountering an open flame, which burned at a moment and exploded at a moment!

Red blood instantly poured out from Feng Xiaoting's head, and Feng Xiaoting's eyes turned black and he almost fell to the ground.

This also confirms the saying that no matter how good martial arts are, if you knock down a brick, no matter how high your skills are, you are afraid of kitchen knives.

"Oh, who kicked me?" Feng Xiaoting covered his back and searched for the murderer everywhere.

He grabbed a thin man and shouted, "Is it you? Did you kick me?"

The man was frightened by Feng Xiaoting's fierce look and shook his head and said, "It's not me, it's not me."

Bang - A wooden stick as thick as a wrist attacked from behind and accurately hit the back of Feng Xiaoting's head.

Feng Xiaoting's eyes went dark and he fell to the ground.

Hu Hai, who was outside the crowd, coughed a mouthful of thick phlegm and spit on the ground: "Bah, little girl, do you want to fight me?"

When Feng Xiaoting's servants squeezed into the crowd, Feng Xiaoting was beaten up so badly that several people quickly carried Feng Xiaoting home.

Someone went to report to Feng Quji and Feng Xiaoting's mother. Feng Quji received the news first, but rushed over after Feng Xiaoting's mother.

When she saw Feng Xiaoting, the noble lady was also startled and pointed to a pool on the ground and asked, "What is this?"

The servant replied: "Madam, this is your son, Mr. Feng Xiaoting!"

The noble lady couldn't believe that the unbearable thing in front of her was her handsome and elegant son.

Feng Xiaoting was beaten and his mother couldn't recognize him.

"My son!" Even if I don't know each other again, there was always an inexplicable connection between the mother and son. She quickly ordered the servants to go and find a doctor to treat him.

Feng Quji hurried over: "What is this?"

The noble lady wiped her tears and said, "Master, this is not a thing, this is our Pavilion!"

Feng Quji:...

"What the hell is going on?" Feng Quji's face was so gloomy that he was about to drip.

What he felt sorry for was not the injuries on Feng Xiaoting's body, what he cared about was his own face.

Hitting Feng Xiaoting is slapping him in the face!

What is the most important thing in life?

It's face!

The higher the person is, the more he cares about his face.

After hearing from the servants, Feng Xiaoting fought with the onlookers in order to tear the notice, and Feng Quji's face cleared a little.

"This kid is not too confused at all."

"Go and invite the best doctor in the city to heal Ting'er's injuries."

The noble lady grabbed Feng Quji's sleeve and cried, "Master, Ting'er is so miserable. You must arrest all the untouchables who hurt him, exiled for three thousand miles, and sent them to the northern border to build the Great Wall!"

Feng Quji patted the back of her hand and comforted her: "Don't worry, I'm from here."

...

On Mount Li.

The gardens and ponds of Fucheng are planted with many beautiful swans, and lush magnolias, gardenias, and crabapples are planted in the garden. White is like snow, red is like fire, and pink is like clouds.

Hu Hai stood there, dancing with his hands and feet, and talking with his eyebrows.

"It was a sudden moment, and then it was fast, and the bricks were as fast as meteors, and they immediately smashed Feng Xiaoting to the full bloom!"

"That boy Feng Xiaoting was confused at the time and looked around for someone to throw the brick. I asked someone to give him a stick from behind, and Feng Xiaoting was burping on the spot."

Huang He didn't expect Hu Hai to be so terrible.

Xiaorui next to him, Ying Yinman couldn't stand up even when she smiled. There was no way. Hu Hai not only had language talent, but his photography skills were getting better and better.

He took a camera to capture Feng Xiaoting's beating scene, and Hu Hai's angle was tricky, so he focused on giving Feng Xiaoting some facial close-ups.

Ying Yinman covered her mouth and smiled, "Brother, you are too erratic. Feng Xiaoting is the son of the right prime minister after all, and he also serves as a ward. You encourage people to beat him and be careful of being impeached by the censor."

Hu Hai said indifferently: "Saturture, there are so many people on the scene, and it is not only mine who attacked. Feng Xiaoting insulted his master and aroused public anger. Isn't it normal to be beaten?"

Hu Hai has never had any good feelings for his blood-related sister.

In fact, Hu Hai has no particularly deep feelings with other brothers and sisters, but is just nominal brothers and sisters.

This is also the reason why Hu Hai was able to kill his brothers and sisters without leaving any left.

In fact, in modern society, there are many such situations. Many people’s relationships with their relatives are even worse than those of friends, colleagues, and classmates.

Huang He didn't feel anything about Feng Xiaoting being beaten.

Such a guy who is not good at the table will be beaten up anyway. Anyway, he has already broken up. If Huang He took action, it might be more than just a trauma.

"Hu Hai, have you really considered it? You want to be an ordinary war correspondent here? Don't you fight for your throne?"

Huang He asked this question again.

Hu Hai shook his head and said, "Master, to be honest, everyone wants to be the emperor. When the father passed away and Zhao Gao and Li Si found me, I was excited."

"At that time, I really thought that the throne belonged to me and that I was the son of destiny."

"Until that day, in the Golden Palace, the edict was swallowed by Feng Quji, and I felt that the sky had collapsed."

"Master, can you understand that feeling of gaining and losing again?"

Huang He nodded and said, "It is natural to understand that as a teacher, I came to the earth to experience it and fell in love with a woman in the world. The woman was greedy for my family wealth and pretended to marry me. Later, the family fell into ruin. The woman left me. The mood of being a teacher at that time might be the same as you."
To be continued...