Yue Ji

Chapter 80 Is it Victory or Lost?

This surge of rage soared into the sky, and immediately rushed Wei Luo's dizzy brain.Finally, she found a ray of clarity.

At this time, her waist tightened again, and then her chin was turned by a slender hand, only to hear the deep laughter of Mr. Jingling, "Sweet lips and wine, how do you care for each other? Good!"

While he was talking, he actually raised his head to take a sip of the wine, and lowered his head to cover her little mouth!
Young Master Han Ling's thin lips were getting tighter and tighter, and when there was a little irritability and laughter among the nobles, Wei Luo suddenly slipped!
She used five points of strength in this slip!
Now she is not Wu Xia Ameng, this force actually flicked away the big hand that was tightly wrapped around the waist of Mr. Jingling.

There was only a "bang", and after Wei Luo flicked off Mr. Jingling's hand, he slipped and retreated from his lap.She didn't wait for Young Master Jingling to react, she stepped back a little bit, and knelt down, trembling in front of Young Master Jingling's feet in a way of throwing her body to the ground.

Wei Luo's move was beyond everyone's expectation.All of a sudden, all the nobles who were waiting to see the good show were startled, and they raised their heads to look at Mr. Jingling in unison.And the noise of the noisy nobles at the back became smaller and smaller, and they all turned their heads to look.

Young Master Jingling calmly stared at Wei Luo who was kneeling on the ground, there was even a smile on his profound and handsome face: he knew that this kid would definitely use tricks.

He tilted his head slightly, put his hands between his knees, leaned forward, stared at the back of Wei Luo's black head, and said with a lazy smile: "That's enough, we can say it!"

What he meant was that you trembled and trembled enough to speak.As soon as he said these words, the nobles in the front row who could hear them all opened their eyes wide, with stunned and puzzled expressions on their faces.

Wei Luo, who was kneeling on the ground, naturally turned a deaf ear to these words.She still pressed her forehead to the floor.After secretly biting his lips, Wei Luo trembled, and said in an extremely honest and disturbed tone: "My lord, Luo got Meng's father last night."

She just said these few words, and everyone's faces became serious.Mr. Jingling's eyebrows twitched, and he stared at her coldly, a dangerous flame burning in his eyes.

Wei Luo mentioned his late father in this sentence, which is not an ordinary word.The most important thing for people at that time, the one that ranks more important than one's own life and the future of the family, is the words of ancestor sacrifice.

It's a strong belief, very strong, very strong, and continues to this day.The vast majority of Chinese people "worship gods when they see them, and enter temples when they see them." The Lord and gods that are most important to Westerners are in the eyes of Chinese people. stuff.

However, Chinese people who seem to be loose and disrespecting ghosts and gods generally have a kind of belief in their minds, and that belief is this: ancestors!
Therefore, Wei Luo's use of the word "father" to talk about the matter is a very serious one, and it should be an act that has been carefully considered.

Wei Luo still pressed his forehead to the floor, and said in a trembling voice: "My late father scolded me, saying that wealth and power should be sought directly, obtained from wisdom, and seized from the sword! How can you act like a jester as a mere husband?" ?”

Although Wei Luo's voice trembled, the volume was not low.All the nobles who were having fun, have all quieted down unconsciously.In this great hall with excellent echo, Wei Luo's vibrato resounded very loudly.

Under Master Jingling's intense stare, Wei Luo raised his head and knocked heavily again, saying, "I beg you to be the master!"

Her words are so clear, she said that she can't act like a courtier as a husband, so what do you want the son to do?

At present, all the nobles looked at Mr. Jingling.

Their eyes are very indifferent: they are just a handsome boy with good eyes!He is neither willing, just abandon it.There are not many boys in the world who are willing to serve Prince Jingling?

Everyone was very calm and disapproving.I just waited for Master Jingling to agree.

Young Master Jingling still put his hands on his knees, maintaining a slightly forward posture and staring at Wei Luo.

The cluster of anger just now was just a flash in his eyes.Before anyone saw it clearly, it was already put away by him.At this time, he still had a faint, half-smile smile on his face.

He stared deeply at Wei Luo, and after a while, he said slowly, "Come closer!"

. . . . . . "promise."

Wei Luo took two steps on his knees and slowly came to him.

Suddenly, a slender hand stretched out, lifting her chin.

Wei Luo raised his head.

Even though she raised her head, her eyes were drooping slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering non-stop, and her pale lips fully expressed that the master was really nervous.

In fact, she didn't dare to look at Mr. Jingling at all, she was afraid.

Mr. Jingling raised her chin and stared at her face at a close distance. Slowly, slowly, his face moved closer to Wei Luo.

When the breath he exhaled seeped into Wei Luo's earholes, he spoke in a very soft and peaceful voice, "A man who hides his head and hides his face, dare to talk about 'father'?"

What he said was really ordinary, very ordinary.Can't hear the slightest anger, and there is nothing wrong.

However, Wei Luo's face was as white as his fingers were hooked. She unconsciously bit her lips tightly.

She slowly raised her eyes and looked at Mr. Jingling.

These black jade eyes are full of pearls, full of begging for pity, begging for pity.

Wei Luo looked at Young Master Jingling with a pale face. After trembling his lips for a long time, he said, "If you are in the hands of the king, I hope you have mercy!"

This sentence, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt faintly familiar.

This sentence was once said by a fragile virgin to a villain who bullied her!

At this moment, Wei Luozhu burst into tears, and said these eight words tremblingly, because she really felt his murderous intent!
She sensed that his patience was running out.He used to think that he was funny, and besides, to him, there are many beauties in the world, so he didn't care much about whether Wei Luo's true face was beautiful or handsome.He just likes to tease her.

However, there is a murderous intent in the words he said now, a deep murderous intent.

After Wei Luo uttered these eight words, his lips trembled all the time, Mo Yu's eyes were filled with tears, and his face was as pale as paper, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Young Master Jingling stared at her closely, without blinking for a moment.

After a while, he let go of his hand, and Shi Shiran stood up, looked down at her and said indifferently: "Don't want to be a jester? That's fine."

Although his voice was weak, it was different from the whisper just now, and all the nobles could hear it.

This is the expected answer of the nobles, and no one is surprised.

Young Master Jingling stared at Wei Luo, who was kneeling on the ground again, and his deep magnetic voice slowly rang out in the hall, "I think you are talented, so you can take the post of deputy internal affairs temporarily."

When he said this, his voice suddenly became cold, and his eyes were heavy. Under his gaze, Wei Luo's small body could not help but try to lie down on the floor, almost flattened.

After staring at her for a while, he snorted softly, and said in an understatement tone: "If you deceive me, you will have no forgiveness!"

There was murderous intent in this voice, and anyone could hear the murderous intent.

Still no nobleman cares, because accepting his words and punishing his bad words, giving both kindness and majesty, is also the way the nobles control their subordinates.Although it is not used very much against noble magi, it is normal to use it against people like Moyan Xiaoer who have had a humble experience.

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