The Legend of Cultivation by Little Mortals

Zhang Ye waved his hand at Tu Ci again and said, "Retire too, it's not that serious, the sky still won't fall down."

"The last general waits to retire"

Tu Ci and his subordinates breathed a sigh of relief, sandwiched between the confrontation between the old and the new prime ministers, they are of course very worried, it was as if they had been pardoned, all the Wuchengying people evacuated

The faces of those Mu people who intercepted in front of the archway relaxed

Among them, a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks seemed to be the commander of this group of generals. He pointed triumphantly at the archway and said to the people of the Wucheng camp who were going away: "Don't piss, just try to break in and find out who the archway is. Is the name of His Royal Highness Changkong Fei’s mother’s archway built in ancient times? This is the Changkong clan’s recognition of our Damu clan.”

palm mouth

As soon as Zhang Ye waved his hand, a burst of gangster energy turned into a big hand, and a slap was slapped across the face.

With a slap, the general who uttered wild words was drawn so bloody from his nose that he fell to the ground clutching his nose and yelling.

Because Zhang Ye was the one who did it, the other generals also looked at each other, not knowing what to do or what to say [

If the people from Wuchengying did this just now, I am afraid that the two sides would have fought a long time ago.

Zhang Ye walked two steps away with his hands behind his back, and stood still in front of the man whose mouth was bleeding, and asked coldly, "Is your mouth also given by His Highness? It was distorted by the truth, do you want me to make an apology for you?"

The guy quickly turned over, knelt on the ground and said submissively: "Gu... uncle, the little one was wrong. I was wrong. You were right to hit me. The little one will pay attention in the future."

Mu Zhaojun was afraid that Zhang Ye's ideas would be illogical and going to extremes, so he walked over and stood beside Zhang Ye, facing the guy who covered his mouth, and said, "Wuchengying is the country's Wuchengying, which represents the national policy. It was appointed by the Prime Minister, why are you?" Wait for the person who makes irresponsible remarks about you"

Mu Zhaojun pointed at him and said, "One more slap on the mouth, don't dirty my Xiangye's hands."

That guy was terrified and understood that it was the mistress who was saving him. Otherwise, Zhang Ye's reputation said that if he didn't have a clear idea and then took action, his life would be gone. Not long ago, I heard that a city guard ran into Zhang Ye. He was almost beheaded by the palace commander

Thinking of this guy raising his hand and pumping himself, he looks very hard

Zhang Ye raised his hand and stopped, saying: "Okay, I didn't imagine being stingy, this matter is not to blame, it's all your fault, just come here and back down."

That guy was overjoyed for a while, secretly glanced at Mu Zhaojun, and saw Mu Zhaojun nodded slightly, and then he left with a crowd

The people were gone, and when it was cleared up, Mu Zhaojun looked at Zhang Ye secretly again. If others did this, it was usually for show or something, but Mu Zhaojun could tell that Zhang Ye was really magnanimous, a real prime minister who could pull a boat in his belly.

Thinking of her eyes became softer

I thought it was time to leave, but saw that Zhang Ye didn't leave immediately, but just looked up at the big archway representing the Mu clan in a daze

"Grandfather, let's go in. I will follow you to see my uncle. It will be easier to talk," Mu Zhaojun reminded softly.

Zhang Ye turned around and looked at her and said, "Do you really want to see the truth be so powerful that you can't help your uncle? Would you be happy in that way?"

Mu Zhaojun felt a little wronged by being misunderstood, but she didn't want to show it, so she said in a low voice: "My lord, you misunderstood me. The last thing I want to see is that you make it difficult for you and you can't fight, but the Mu family is my family. The uncle who raised me, Mr. Xiang, do you think I should confront them again?"[

Zhang Ye nodded: "That's good, you don't have to follow me, don't make it difficult, you go by yourself, I will see your uncle alone."

Mu Zhaojun was a little begging: "Master Xiang, can you promise me that I won't be excited and talk slowly? I believe my uncle has his reasons. Any matter is not necessarily as simple as it appears on the surface. I dare not say that my uncle is a good person, but there are. One thing will not change is that he hopes for dual stability and dual prosperity.”

"Okay, you didn't ask me, I promise you this time, this is what I can do to you." Zhang Ye walked in with his hands behind his back...

All the way along the small bridge between the lakes into the Mufu mansion, I met several passers-by, some called aunts, some called Xiangye, but the voices were very low, everyone knew that the situation was very tense now, the Mu clan had their own interests, but Zhang Ye has always been a ruthless character, and everyone has no idea how it will evolve

After entering the Wood Clan's meeting hall, there are many people in the middle, the nine elders of the inner clan gathered, and there are many other people. This is obviously a relatively important core meeting of the Mu Clan. There are more than ten people attending the meeting, just the Nascent Soul Giant, and they have a lot of respect for Zhang. Ye is wary, so the sense of oppression Zhang Ye walked in is rare

After Zhang Ye came in, the hall became silent for an instant, he stopped talking, and all his eyes were on Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye walked over to Mu Rifeng and said: "Old Prime Minister, please forgive me, Zhang Ye came here without invitation, I have something to discuss."

Seeing that Zhang Ye was quite polite and didn't turn his face directly, Mu Rifeng's expression eased down.

Mu Rifeng looked around and shouted: "Are you blind? Seeing my uncle from the Damu clan, the prime minister of the dynasty, won't you be polite?"

"Uncle, Uncle... Xiangye" the atmosphere in the hall relaxed, and people greeted each other

Zhang Ye responded without saying a word, and returned the courtesy.

Afterwards, Mu Rifeng waved his hand and said: "Okay, I'll come here today, step down, and I want to have a private conversation with Ye Xiang."

There was a lot of noise and people left.

After calming down, Zhang Ye went straight to the point and said, "Old Prime Minister..."

Mu Rifeng laughed and said: "It's not a good man for a long time. Ye'er, we don't need to see each other like this, and it doesn't need to be too troublesome. Just follow Juner and call me 'uncle'."

Zhang Ye frowned, but couldn't help it. Not only did he promise Mu Zhaojun to be calm, but also, no matter what, he always married Mu Zhaojun. According to Shuang's etiquette, it is right to call it that way.

"Uncle" Zhang Ye said, "I don't understand one thing. Why does Uncle protect the wood type? His greed for ink is outrageous. It has reached the point where the national policy does not allow it. If we don't deal with it, we will have big problems sooner or later."

"Really?" Mu Rifeng unhurriedly took a sip of the best spiritual tea, "I don't think so"

Without waiting for Zhang Ye to speak, Mu Rifeng ordered the maidservant, "Go and get your son-in-law the best spirit tea, it's the one I specially collected, don't make a mistake."

"Yes" the little beauty obediently agreed

Zhang Ye waved his hand and said, "No need, I'm very busy and don't have time to drink tea. Besides, I'm used to drinking too good things."

Mu Rifeng said a little unhappy again: "Ye'er, I don't like to hear that. When you come here, you have to look like you are going home. If you want to be poor, that's your business, but you have good things at home to bring to you." It’s my business to serve the younger generation, so go and serve good tea quickly.”

Zhang Ye took a deep breath and said no more.

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