Lao Ma was stunned, and all the errand boys who came to please him were also stunned: I'm afraid of my son? Isn't this going to be a thunderstorm?

Qianqing Palace.

A showdown between justice and evil is underway.

"Four years ago, when I single-handedly fought a bloody battle with thousands of thieves, where were you, Wang Jie!"

"Three years ago, when I was wearing armor and holding a mao and climbing the big blockhouse, where was I, Wang Jie!"

"Two years ago, when I led the soldiers on the canal front to attack the stronghold, where were you, Wang Jie!"

"One year ago, when I risked my life and led my soldiers to fight against the rebellious group and shed blood for the sake of the emperor, where were you Wang Jie!"

"Where were you, Wang Jie, when I was trapped in a tight situation and bit off my fingers to write my will?"

"When I led the Eight Banners athletes to sweep away the enemy troops in the mountains, where were you, Wang Jie!"

"When I was trying to turn the tide in the chaos, where were you, Wang Jie!"

"When Dongling encountered a flood that had never happened in a century, and I jumped into the flood regardless of life and death, where were you Wang Jie!"

"In the battle of Linqing, when I was forced to throw myself into the river by the religious bandits, where were you, Wang Jie!"

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Twenty rhetorical questions, Jia Liu's voice was loud and impassioned, and it can be said that it lingered around for three days, with lingering echoes.

Touching the heart and making people cry.

Make the righteous people share the same hatred with the enemy, and make the reactionaries feel like mourning their heirs!

Looking at Wang Jie across from him, whose upright look was no less than his own, Jia Liu was not afraid at all.

Because everything he said is true.

He really shed blood and made meritorious service for the Qing Dynasty!
Chapter completed!