Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

  Chapter 1377 Chapter one thousand three hundred and thirty-two: may die

  Don't look at Fang Jifan's lack of strength, but Fang Jifan's disciples are not good at it.

  At the beginning, there were all of them.

  Even Liu Wenshan had learned riding and archery in Xishan Academy. Of course, he was far inferior to his brother Wang, but his strength was not small.

   With a slap, the King of Chenla was slapped with gold stars in his eyes.

   King Chenla was dumbfounded.

  The burning pain on his face and the unprecedented sense of shame had already permeated his whole body.

  He looked at Liu Wenshan in disbelief.

  After Liu Wenshan roared, his face was full of murderous looks, and the hand holding his shoulder still firmly controlled his body.

   Then, slap backhand.

Snapped!

   Another crisp slap sounded.

  The King of Chenla let out a groan.

  Liu Wenshan controls this "vegetable chicken" and is furious: "The country is small but not inferior, the power is small but not afraid of the strong, the rude and insults the big neighbors, the greedy and clumsy friends will die!"

   "You... how dare you..."

   "When death is imminent, if you don't know it, you are so stupid!"

Snapped…

   Another slap.

   Carrying the King of Chenla.

  Liu Wenshan swung his arms up, vigorously, bowed left and right, and slapped him so many times.

   "It's a mere Chenla, resisting China, treating Chinese envoys slowly, this is one of the crimes!"

"Snapped!"

   "A ruler who doesn't know the sufferings of the people, puts the people in the water and fire, builds pagodas and worships Buddha, this is the second crime."

"Snapped…"

   On Liu Wenshan's forehead, fine sweat was already oozing out.

   It can be seen that searching for the knowledge of mechanics in journals is not deceiving, and the effect of this force is mutual.

"Snapped!"

   "Seeing small profits and forgetting about righteousness, making coins indiscriminately, this is the third crime."

   King Chenla's face was swollen.

   Tears flowed down.

   These dozen or so slaps have completely changed his face.

   Liu Jin standing behind was stunned.

   I have been with my father for some years. In Liu Jin's mind, Liu Wenshan is a man who has escaped from the low class... Ah, no, Liu Wenshan is a kind person. When interacting with people, be polite and humble. When dealing with himself, although he occasionally has a strict side, he has the style of an elder.

  Can now...

  Damn it...why do you have the same virtues as your uncles.

   Just when Liu Jin was dumbfounded.

  The five Chenla ministers were also stunned.

   These dozens of slaps come down.

   It’s not just the king of Chenla who was slapped, this is a slap in the face of themselves.

  Finally, Randolou was the first to react.

  With resentment on his face and fear in his heart, he said sharply, "Fubohou, what are you going to do?"

  He roared loudly.

  The guards of King Zhenla outside the palace also arrived at the gate of the palace one after another, and all of them stood with their swords on their hands, waiting for an order, and rushed in.

  The other four ministers also reacted, all of them were full of anger, and some people wanted to rush forward.

  The king of Chenla almost collapsed and his consciousness was blurred.

  But he was still restrained by Liu Wenshan.

  Liu Wenshan had a calm expression on his face.

   Let go of the King of Chenla.

  But... looking at his face, it seems that he didn't hit someone just now, but had a cordial and friendly talk.

  He only glanced at Yan Duolou and others in an easy-going manner.

   Then he looked at Wang Wei who was looking murderous outside the hall.

  Then, with his hands behind his back, he said calmly, "What are you bearded?"

  He stared at Randolou.

  Bearded Lou sneered.

Liu Wenshan said slowly: "You are the head of the five ministers. You can be said to be a high-ranking official in Chenla. You control the army and horses of the king's capital. Today, your king treats the ministers of China with contempt. This has nothing to do with you being a minion. Why, Death is imminent, don't you know it?"

  Ran Duolou gritted his teeth and let out a cold snort.

But Liu Wenshan said word by word: "Your family can be traced back to the Angkor period in Chenla Kingdom. It can be said to be flourishing. There are three hundred and seventy-two close relatives. There are more than 3,700 people all over the country of Chenla. You have three sons and nine daughters. You own a lot of property in the country of Chenla. People like you should be respectful, but you instigate King Chenla, if you treat him with disrespect, are you guilty?"

  Bearded Lou was stunned.

  He didn't care about the words of the teacher's questioning, but what he cared about was that he might not be able to know his own details, but this Liu Wenshan knew so clearly.

  Suddenly...he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Contempt for a big country, but I am a great Ming. I live in the world. I am for China. I have millions of armors and tens of thousands of ships. The tigers and tigers throw their whips and stop the flow. Don't you know the allusion of Yelang's arrogance? Now your king dares to order China. The minister apologizes, this disrespect is unbearable, and it is unbearable to offend the envoy. It is disrespectful to the emperor. The Japanese king's division can conquer this city, and then not only the ancestral temple of the Zhenla king will not be preserved, but your whole family will also be wiped out overnight, and all the Manchus will be killed, just to make an example."

  As soon as this remark came out.

  Ran Duolou's heart skipped a beat.

  The precedent of Cochin is vivid.

  Liu Wenshan doesn't look like he's lying.

   Otherwise, how could he find out all about himself.

  Chenla is a small country after all.

   Not to mention, this time the Chenla Kingdom has been hit by a catastrophe, the coins are depreciating day by day, and the people are dying. At this time, the Ming Dynasty only needs a partial division to pacify Zhenla.

  Punish the whole clan.

  Ran Duolou actually felt a little weak in his legs.

  He opened his mouth with difficulty.

   His eyes were full of doubts.

   Liu Wenshan's gaze was looking directly at Ran Duolou, but Ran Duolou hurriedly looked away, not daring to meet his gaze.

  But...he seemed a little dissatisfied.

   It's just this dissatisfaction and unwillingness. At this moment, in Liu Wenshan's eyes, it's just a joke.

   "I...I..." Randolou instantly looked like a deflated ball.

  His face was pale, and in his mind, there was a battle between heaven and man.

   To refuse to save his king, of course, he lost the trust of the king.

  However, the consequences of offending Liu Wenshan seem even more terrifying.

Liu Wenshan smiled like a spring breeze, and ignored Ran Duolou, as if he didn't pay attention to the right arm of the King of Zhenla at all, and looked at She Moling, one of the five ministers: "You hold the name of the Zhenla Kingdom, and the five ministers Among them, the power is the lowest and the family is the weakest, but he is the head of the King of Zhenla. You hope that your daughter will die tragically under the knife. Your nephew, that is, the crown prince, will not only be unable to inherit the throne, but eventually But he became a prisoner under his rank, and he was taken to the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and an imperial edict was issued to inquire about the crime, is the Ming Dynasty's official punishment?"

  She Moling opened his mouth, but was dumb.

  Liu Wenshan sternly said: "Your five ministers are also the pillars of Zhenla. They should do their best to assist you, serve the country, and treat the people kindly. However, you are only blindly conniving with you. This is a serious crime and should be punished!"

   The word "Zhu" is exported.

   Liu Wenshan's words are obviously understated, but they seem to have magical powers.

  Looking at Liu Wenshan with a stern face, these five ministers actually felt fear in their hearts for no reason.

   Their backs were chilled and their hairs stood on end.

Liu Wenshan suddenly pointed to an angry guard leader at the gate of the hall, and said: "Moore, you are the chief of the guards of the King of Zhenla, and you should perform your duties as it should be. How dare you offend the envoy?"

  Standing at the door, the burly head of the guard was none other than Moore.

  Moore was also filled with righteous indignation.

  When Liu Wenshan called him by his first name, his scalp became numb. He looked murderous just now, but he looked around and looked at the guards around him.

   "Get in!"

  Liu Wenshan's complexion changed as soon as he said it.

  Moore also: “…”

   At this time, Moore was also thinking in his heart. He actually knows me, isn't it... the same as She Moling and Lord Randolou. He knows everything about himself.

  How did he know?

   It seems that this is well prepared.

  This is the envoy of heaven.

   Now, Chenla is full of wars.

   In the future... what will happen.

   In his heart, the battle between heaven and man began immediately.

   This is a sense of fear about the unknown future.

  Everyone knows that the entire Chenla Kingdom, and even the king, are at a crossroads.

  He refused in his heart. A wise man was so presumptuous here, but... his feet seemed to be disobedient, and he walked into the palace step by step.

   Really...'roll' over here.

  After that, he was almost close to Liu Wenshan.

  He was still on guard, pressing the handle of the knife at his waist.

   Liu Wenshan said indifferently: "Do you want to draw your sword?"

  Moore also: “…”

   "Draw out the knife and let me see." Liu Wenshan smiled.

   Moore also: “…”

  The atmosphere in the temple seemed to be suffocated.

   King Chenla groaned all the time, covered his face, and fell to the ground.

  The five ministers were all silent.

  Moore, however, seemed to be under the pressure of Mount Tai.

  His hand was tightly gripping the handle of the knife, his palm was already wet, and his forehead was dripping with sweat.

   "Pull!"

   The sound of pulling out seemed to break through Moore's psychological defense all at once.

  He suddenly let go of his hands, stood with his hands tied, and said with difficulty: "Don't dare."

  Don't dare to say the word.

  Moore's patient self-esteem also disappeared at this moment.

  He also seemed to hate himself in his heart, for being so weak.

  He lowered his head and said nothing, with shame, self-blame, and still...fear on his face.

  Liu Wenshan smiled at him.

  He avoided Liu Wenshan's gaze.

  Liu Wenshan rolled up his sleeves: "Help the king up."

  The five ministers still did not move.

   Everyone looked at Liu Wenshan in astonishment.

   Liu Wenshan emphasized his tone: "Help him up."

  At this time, people realized what was going on, so they rushed to help the king of Chenla whose face was swollen from the beating.

   King Chenla grinned in pain.

   "Your Majesty..." Liu Wenshan looked at the King of Chenla kindly: "As a king, you must be polite, how can you hate showing your face to others. Please smile, Your Majesty."

  King of Chenla: "..."

  The hall... fell into deathly silence again.

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