The king behind the empress

Chapter 12 Sit on the Diaoyutai

Mo Zizai's [-] guards were all elite, and each of them had a thousand-weight crossbow. In terms of power alone, this kind of crossbow was no worse than the spear of Mo Zizai's previous life.

In the case of thirty salvos, I am afraid that Du Zihui will immediately become a hedgehog.

Du Zihui, who was about to get out and leave, stopped abruptly when he heard Mo Zizai's order.

"My lord, do you have to do such a trick?"

Du Zihui looked at Mo Zizai, and threatened sharply: "You are just an idle prince now, if you kill me, my father will definitely not let you go!"

Mo Zizai ignored him at all, and said to Chen Ying calmly: "Chen Ying, what are you waiting for?"

Chen Ying sighed inwardly, no wonder His Highness didn't punish him in the imperial mausoleum, he was waiting for me here together, let him do all the work that offends others, if he killed the son of Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice, it would be good what.

But he had no choice, so he could only bite the bullet and say, "Young Master Du, I've offended you."

After finishing speaking, with a gust of wind, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Du Zihui's vitals.

Seeing that Chen Ying had already attacked, Du Zihui didn't think too much about it, and with all his energy, he punched Chen Ying's palm.

"Bang~"

The moment the fists and palms met, Du Zihui's face suddenly became a little flushed, and then he couldn't help cursing his mother in his heart.

This old eunuch is at the pinnacle of his mother's Qi Sea Realm, the difference between the two is two small levels, how can this be fought!
Du Zihui took off his folding fan from his waist as a weapon, then looked at Chen Ying with a solemn expression, and secretly groaned in his heart.

Although there is a genius who can leapfrog the level and even go beyond a big realm, it has nothing to do with him. If he is really that kind of genius, he will not still be in the Qi Sea realm now.

But fortunately, this dead eunuch is unarmed, and he has a weapon in his hand. In this case, he can delay a little time and wait for someone to save him.

Du Zihui opened the folding fan with a bang, and swung it down vigorously. Then, a three-inch-long sharp blade protruded from the top of each fan bone. It was originally used as an arty folding fan, but suddenly turned into a sharp weapon with cold light.

"Qingfeng Dance~"

This time Du Zihui made the first move, and after spinning the folding fan a few times in his hand, the fan was empty and full, and swiped towards Chen Ying. His movements were very elegant, as if he was dancing.

And Chen Ying didn't know if he was afraid of the weapon in Du Zihui's hands, and he was timid when fighting. Although his cultivation base was stronger than Du Zihui's, he only dared to swim and resist, and rarely attacked.

"Hey, don't tell me, it's hard to say whether Qiao Yihui is strong or not when fighting. This posture is really handsome."

Mo Zizai sat on the elephant chair, as if he was watching a play, commenting on Du Zihui who was desperately struggling.

"The Qingfeng Dance he uses is a martial skill evolved from dance, and his posture is naturally very graceful."

Looking at the two people fighting in the field, Zhou Qi frowned slightly and said, "However, this kind of fan skill is only for those who are inconvenient to carry weapons. It is not considered very strong. With Chen Ying's strength, I really want to win It's not very difficult to get rid of Johnnie Qiao."

"It's okay, let them fight slowly, it's like watching a play."

With Mo Zizai's current eyesight, he could naturally see that Chen Ying was releasing water, but he didn't care.

Anyway, he didn't intend to kill Qiao Qi immediately, otherwise he would let Zhou Qi take action. As for why Du Zihui didn't let Zhou Qi take action because of face, that was all bullshit.

Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice is a fart, Mo Zizai really wants to kill someone, do you need to give him face?
It's just that Mo Zizai wants to fish Du Zihui. It would be the best if he can fish Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice.

His son's collision with Wang Jia has already been decided to death. If Shangshu of the Ministry of Punishment really wants to save his son, then he has to fill in himself.

"The Shangshu of the Ministry of Justice is a bad old man who is a member of the New Party in name, but in fact he is obedient and has other plans. This time I seized his son. I want to see if he wants this son."

And when Mo Zizai was thinking about whether he could fish out the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, Shu Minghao felt his throat ache. He knew that Du Zihui was going to be unlucky, but he never thought that Mo Zizai would kill him without saying a word Johnny Wan.

That's the son of the Minister of the Ministry of Justice, the Minister of the Ministry of Justice of the second grade, in charge of the world's criminal names, one of the few big men in the court, his son, if he wants to kill him, he will kill him?

Shu Minghao's depressed heart suddenly became enlightened, and now he felt inexplicably that the ten kowtows he made didn't seem to be a bad loss.

……

On the third floor, Yang Yanzhang and Li Cunzhi were surprised to see the sudden fight below.

"Brother Yanzhang, what does this mean?"

Li Cunzhi was a little confused about the situation, so he asked Yang Yanzhang in confusion, "Why did the fight suddenly start?"

Yang Yanzhang didn't answer, but looked down solemnly, pondered for a while, and then let out a breath slowly, "It's so cruel, you will lift the table when you come up."

"Did someone give advice? Or did he really change so much in three years?"

Yang Yanzhang took a look at the Xiangren downstairs. Except for Zhou Qi, there were no other faces, so is it the second situation?

Li Cunzhi didn't understand Yang Yanzhang's soliloquy, so he asked, "Brother Yanzhang, what are you talking about?"

"It's nothing."

Yang Yanzhang shook his head, didn't say much, just said lightly: "It's just that if there are no accidents, you don't have to stay away from him anymore."

"what?"

Li Cunzhi was stunned, he understood the words, "Brother Yanzhang, what do you mean, Mo Zizai is going to kill Zihui?"

"This... can't be, Zihui's father is the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment!"

"What is the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment?"

Yang Yanzhang obviously didn't have much respect for the title of Minister of the Ministry of Justice, "Ren Mozi's father is still the emperor, have you ever fought him?"

But after hesitating for a while, Yang Yanzhang still sighed, "Forget it, although the relationship is not very good, but we are friends after all, and I can't just ignore death."

Yang Yanzhang waved his hand, and called a guy who was watching the fun by the window, then took out a silver ingot from his pocket, and threw it into the guy's hand.

"Go to the Tianjing Guards to run errands and tell them that someone is going to kill the son of the Minister of Punishments, and then this ingot will be yours."

Tianjing Guard is affiliated to the Metropolitan Procuratorate, and is mainly responsible for arresting and patrolling robbers. It can be regarded as a collection of Mo Zizai's public security bureau, urban management, and police station in his previous life.

The man looked at the silver in his hand with a trace of longing in his eyes, but after hesitating for a while, he still reluctantly put the silver back on Yang Yanzhang's table.

"My lord, you may not be aware that the Tianjing Guards have patrols in every street. You don't need to notify the younger ones, they will come soon, so the younger ones can't take your money."

"You don't change your heart when you see the profit, you are a good guy."

Yang Yanzhang nodded slightly, and then said: "However, you should keep the money. The Tianjing Guards patrolling the streets can't control them. You still have to go to the Tianjing Guards. The faster the better."

"By the way, after finishing this errand, if you are interested, you can come to my Yang Mansion, and I will arrange an errand for you."

　Back pain, this chapter is two thousand.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)