Daqin: Inheriting the Sword Saint and being read by Zulong

Chapter 84

Is this kid Ying Zige reliable?
If it is unreliable, I will punish him greatly.

It's not enough to see Ying Zige's head, but if he continues to love him, it will definitely cause dissatisfaction among civil and military officials.

How can this be good?

Through the father-son situation during this period of time, Ying Zheng really liked this old thirteen, and really didn't want to send him to the Great Wall, or put him in the cold.

"You kid, you have to fight me. Otherwise, don't blame the father for being ruthless."

"If you are not punished, no one in the world will obey, even you and I may become the laughing stock of the world."

Ying Zheng sighed silently, frowned, and looked out the door slowly.

Then I was taken aback.

I saw a figure, heading towards the hall step by step.

"The thirteenth son is here?"

"What is he holding in his arms? Is it the so-called good recipe for saving the country?"

"Isn't it? It looks like a long thing, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a... wooden sword?"

"What is he doing holding that thing? The thirteenth son is frowning, and his face is full of bad luck. I think he is going to be unlucky this time."

"I'm afraid your eyes are going to be checked. Isn't that the thirteenth son, it seems to be a follower beside him? Why didn't the thirteenth son come?"

……

Everyone was surprised, you looked at me, I looked at you, their faces were full of disbelief.

Even Zhao Gao, who had a gloating face, was completely stunned at this moment, frowning slightly, and an ominous premonition suddenly emerged in his heart.

"Who are you? Why did you enter the court?"

Before everyone could react, Ying Zheng was already furious.

The sound was like thunder rolling, but the hearts of everyone present were trembling.

Han Baichuan, holding the wooden sword in his arms, hurriedly stopped a hundred steps away, kneeling on the ground suddenly.

With a bang, this loud noise directly stunned everyone in the hall.

Everyone was full of doubts, staring at Han Baichuan closely, wanting to see what the unreliable thirteenth son asked this follower to do.

"Your Majesty, I... I came here to ask Your Majesty to forgive me and not punish..."

Han Baichuan was trembling all over. Although he was a top expert, he had been fooled by Ying Zige since he came down the mountain, and he had never seen the big scene before him.

The body was trembling, and the voice was also trembling, which looked very funny.

"Shut up! You, a little follower, begged me not to punish Thirteen? Why are you!"

Ying Zheng was even angrier, and couldn't help shouting loudly.

"The thirteenth son is blessed. A little follower beside him actually cares about him so much. It's really gratifying." Zhao Gao smiled slightly and said in a strange way.

"I...I am not pleading for the Thirteenth Young Master, but for the Thirteenth Young Master Zhao Gao. I don't want to come here. The Thirteenth Young Master forced me to come here. Your Majesty, please calm down..."

Han Baichuan trembled all over, almost crying on the spot.

pit!
It's too bad!

Didn't I just tell the thirteenth son on the way here that if he is beheaded, don't let me be buried with him, and I will definitely burn incense and paper for him every day.

The thirteenth son just left. Of course, there must be a considerate person beside him to help him burn paper money every day, so that he can continue to live this so-called doggy life down below.

Han Baichuan thought that what he said was well-founded, and his IQ shone with the light of wisdom.

But in the end, Ying Zige sent himself here with a wicked smile.

Han Baichuan was very asshole.

He suddenly thought that the last time he thought he was smart, he got the title of swordsman.

I was smart again today, but I was tricked here by the thirteenth son.

He suddenly had a feeling in his heart, that is to be a fool, it might not be happiness...

"Huh?" Zhao Gao was stunned.

Pleading for yourself?

"What nonsense are you talking about? Get back immediately and call me Thirteen. If you're a step late, I'll have your legs chopped off right now." Ying Zheng's face darkened, and his heart suddenly burned with anger.

I didn't think about tea or food, and waited for ten days for the so-called national salvation recipe, but in the end, I waited for such an unlucky thing?
It made him extremely confused.

"Thank you... Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness."

Han Baichuan trembled all over, and hurriedly ran out.

Breathing in the fresh air outside, he finally let out a rough breath, and his mood eased a lot.

At this moment, a palm fell hard on his shoulder, causing him to tremble uncontrollably.

Taking a closer look, he saw the smiling face of the Thirteenth Young Master, staring deeply at him.

"How is it? Did you feel much better after coming out of it? Compared with the depressed mood before, you are much more relaxed now?"

Ying Zige said softly, his voice was surprisingly gentle.

"Huh? It seems that I really feel this way..." Han Baichuan nodded blankly.

"This is the so-called collapse therapy. It makes your emotions tense to the extreme, and then releases them suddenly, and your mood will improve immediately." Ying Zige looked kindly, like an old Chinese doctor, looking at Patients who are cured by themselves.

A trace of surprise appeared on Han Baichuan's face, and he nodded frantically: "Young Master Thirteen, this method is really useful. I feel much better now, and the pressure and other emotions suppressed in my heart have all been relaxed."

"It turns out that mood can also be healed?"

At this moment, Han Baichuan seemed to have touched a new realm. He felt relaxed all over his body, and felt that the whole world had become a better place.

"Of course it can be treated. You also know that this is treatment? The medical expenses will be deducted from your salary this month."

The smile on Ying Zige's face suddenly disappeared, and he said coldly.

Then he raised his feet and walked step by step towards the hall.

"Ah?" Han Baichuan petrified on the spot, feeling like he was being punched hard.

My so-called salary has almost been deducted by you.

Aren't you going to heal me?
Now that this comes out again, I feel that my heart disease has aggravated a lot...

His face was covered with black lines, as if a hallucination appeared in front of his eyes, a black cloud shrouded his head, and the cold icy rain slapped randomly on his face.

The moment he turned his head, a smirk appeared on Ying Zige's face.

Han Baichuan, this boy, is so disrespectful, and even cursed my son to be buried?This is considered a small punishment.

The next second, his face suddenly became extremely solemn, took a deep breath, and slowly stepped into the hall.

Zhao Gao suddenly laughed, very happy.

A pair of eyes fixed on Ying Zige's head, thinking about when will this head with countless bizarre ideas come to the ground?

"call!"

Ying Zheng let out a heavy breath, and his face became more solemn than ever.

Whether it is life or death depends on this kid's own performance!

(End of this chapter)