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Chapter 100 Seeing me desolate, should I kneel or not

The words and sentences carry a sense of desolation, like a picture of a bloody sunset and the loneliness of a veteran spreading out in front of everyone.

Qiu Daoming almost burst into tears when he heard this sentence.

Desolate, guarding the northern border for Yunqin, opening up territory for Yunqin, and suppressing the calamity of the demon clan for Yunqin, what will happen?What did you get?
What he got was the jealousy of countless courtiers, the suspicion of Emperor Yunqin, and the title of a barbarian land!

The whole desolation, isn't it just like this poem sings, the dream of Guanhe is broken, it is chilling.

Mo Yihe frowned slightly. They claimed to be clear of rumors. A few years ago, the king of the desolate desolate dared to use swords in the court, so they kept poking the back of the desolate king, wanting to cut off the back of the man named Tang Tiannan with words and pens. .

Now, this poem truly reflects the grievance of the desolate, and also alludes to the crimes of their group.

"Who dares to speak nonsense here?"

The Moyi River drank lowly, and the white mist around him turned into a dragon shadow, rising behind him.

"Moihe, do you dare to yell in front of me?"

Tang Feng raised his sword eyebrows, his eyes were cold, and he entered the palace with his hands behind his back!
"His...His Royal Highness!?" Qiu Daoming recognized Tang Feng and hurriedly saluted.

Mo Yihe's complexion changed. Tang Feng, as the son of the desolate prince, was equal to the prince and princess. According to the law, he had to kneel down when he saw him.

"Moyihe, if you don't kneel when you see your son, what do you think of the laws of Yunqin?"

Tang Feng took the lead and stared at Moyihe coldly.

"I... have seen His Royal Highness!"

Mo Yihe's face was ashen. He had always looked down on Tang Feng, and he even looked down on this desolate son who was known as a dandy from the bottom of his heart.

But now, he had to kneel down and salute Tang Feng.

"Mr. Qiu, please get up quickly."

Tang Feng helped Qiu Daoming up, and then saluted him as an elder.

"This subordinate made His Royal Highness a joke." Qiu Daoming laughed at himself.

Tang Feng shook his head, and said seriously: "Sir, let me justify my reputation and let people know that I have an unbendable backbone. Why should I make a joke about it?"

Qiu Daoming was moved, but he was speechless for a while.

For many years, Desolate has been regarded as a place of declining cultural context, known as barbarians, but now, finally, someone can stand up and support Desolate cultural context.

Moreover, this person is none other than His Royal Highness, the son of Desolation, the future King of Desolation!

"Mr. Qiu, please take a seat."

Tang Feng didn't even look at Moyihe, he made a gesture of invitation to Qiu Daoming, and then sat down in the first seat on his own.

"His Royal Highness, I remember that you are still in exile. Is it too early to come to Luoyang City to show your prestige?"

Mo Yihe stood up with a livid face, feeling very unhappy.

Tang Feng calmly sat on the first seat, glanced at the Moyi River lightly, suddenly chuckled lightly, and said:
"Mo Yihe, Master Mo, did I tell you to get up!?"

"My son didn't ask you to get up, how dare you get up? Get down on your knees!"

Mo Yihe blushed and pointed at Tang Feng, too angry to speak.

He is a first-rank minister of Yunqin, he has been pampered and respected for many years, how could he be so bullied by a young man like Tang Feng.

"Young Desolate Son, you are too deceitful!" Mo Yihe said angrily.

"Too deceiving?"

Tang Feng only thought it was funny, looked at Moyihe indifferently, and said coldly:
"Moyi River, how much contribution have I made to the Yunqin Empire with millions of cavalry? I am a desolate son. How many people died in foreign lands, shrouded in horse leather?"

"You civil servants have no combat power. Have you ever killed someone on the battlefield?"

"Do you know that wearing court clothes, using your mouth when you go to the court in the morning, you will verbally criticize me, how many children's lives are desolate?"

"Now, you say I'm too much?"

"Master Mo, I, Tang Feng, want to ask you today, who is going too far, who is... bullying too much!!!"

At the end, Tang Feng slammed the table and stood up, pointing at the tip of Moyihe's nose and cursing.

"That's right, I am in exile, so what, I am still the son of the desolate world, and I still represent the countless desolate men who died for Yunqin."

"Let me ask you, when you see my desolate heroic soul, should you kneel or not!?"

Tang Feng is domineering, like a peerless sword that can knock open the gate of heaven, which makes people daunting.

Outside the hall, there are 100 people from the Thirteenth Heavy Cavalry Army and the Fengbo Battalion, all with red eyes.

Battalion Commander Song Qingshan knelt down first and called out to His Royal Highness.

A hundred iron-blooded men, a hundred voices of His Royal Highness, shook Luoyang City.

In the hall, Qiu Daoming, who was nearly fifty years old, burst into tears...

Mo Yihe's face turned pale, he was too ashamed to look at Tang Feng, and lowered his head subconsciously.

"Your Highness, you are so flamboyant, do you really not take the will of the Holy One seriously? How can you be arrogant while wearing a sinful body?"

A white-clothed scribe stood up for Moyihe, and he was also from the capital of Shuntian. Very unhappy.

If he is not happy, then he will make Tang Feng unhappy.

This idea seems extremely naive and ridiculous, but it is really the true mentality of this group of Shuntian Confucianism cultivators.

Literati are not selfish, but some literati are selfish.

"I'm just arrogant, so what?"

Tang Feng turned his head to look at the scribe in white, his voice was extremely cold.

The reason why he was willing to accept the imperial decree of exile for two years was entirely because he was going to the Tianxuanmen to find the Kowtow Sword Mark.

If he doesn't want to, who can force him?

"You are too presumptuous. It's ridiculous that the son of the desolate prince was born in a prince's family, and he is so disloyal and foolish!"

The scholar in white sneered, he didn't want to mention the relationship between Lianghuang and Yunqin, so he changed the topic, mocking Tang Feng for his lack of education.

"Hehe, it's ridiculous that you have read the books of sages and sages, but you are still so ignorant."

Tang Feng sneered, pointed the needle at the wheat awn, and did not back away.

"I know that all of you Shuntian Confucianists write good poems, so you laugh at me for being desolate and poor in context."

"But I want to say that all the articles in the world are full of literati!"

"So many beautiful words come from the hands of people whose hearts are so dirty that they can't be regarded as literati. It's really sad and deplorable."

The scribe in white was furious, and pointed at Tang Feng, wanting to fight back, but Tang Feng didn't give him a chance at all, and said indifferently:

"Confucianism has Mr. Hengqu, a Confucian immortal, who once determined to establish a heart for the world, a life for the people, a sage for the past, and a peace for all generations."

"Hengqu four sentences, how much have you guys accomplished!?"

Tang Feng looked coldly at many Confucianism cultivator literati, and was really angry. He wished he could slash the group of white-eyed wolves in Confucianism cultivator clothes with his sword.

"you……"

The scribe in white was trembling with anger, but he couldn't think of a counterattack for a while.

Tang Feng sneered coldly, everything he said was true, what did this group of people use to fight back?

He stood by his sword, his white clothes fluttering, and he shouted in a cold voice:

"You all should kneel, not me, but... Desolate Heroic Soul!"

(End of this chapter)