In the magnificent Xuanzheng Hall, bright yellow curtains hang down from the high golden pillars, and they remain motionless, and the air seems to be stagnant.

There was a young lion standing on the imperial stairs, staring at the group of wolves below the stairs.

Where the Tao is, even if there are thousands of people, I will go!

This proud lion is named Qin Lei. This Tao is named Dignity!

He firmly could not tolerate the provocation of dignity, he firmly could not tolerate the trampling of honor! Even if it was broken into pieces, there would be a crisp clanging sound. Therefore, he moved, let go of Qin Lin's hand, and raised it in front of his chest. This action alone scared more than a hundred officials under the imperial stairs to tremble. Some of them had already hidden behind their colleagues, their eyes drifting around, for fear that the violent man on the imperial stairs would suddenly attack...

But Qin Lei did not attack, and even his handsome face was still smiling brightly. He just gently brushed his left hand on his collar. His movements were so light and calm and elegant that made the officials below feel ashamed of themselves, and even had a kind of dust on the collar that was not worth laughing at and waved to annihilate.

Wen Yanbo frowned. He never expected that the young man on the imperial stairs would have such power. His every move was full of confidence and cold domineering aura made him feel fear from the bottom of his heart. He looked up slightly and saw the huge golden plaque hanging on the hall.

He was so shaking that he couldn't open his eyes by the four big words "Jianji Suiyou" on it.

Annoyed by the inexplicable cowardice, Wen Yanbo coughed softly, and the younger brother and son behind him took the lead and shouted loudly: "Please apologize to the prime minister!" As he said that, the queue took a half step forward as provocatively!

Qin Lei glanced at the sheep with a lion's eyes and swept over the officials. He put his right hand on the hilt of the sword, knocked gently, and finally spoke quietly, saying: "It's not impossible to let Gu apologize to Prime Minister Wen..."

The officials under the jade stairs were half relieved. They did not like this feeling of fighting against power with their lives, which made them feel insecure. But if this was not the case, how could these unarmed civil officials gain a foothold in this court where martial artists are in power and how could they support the family family behind them?

Therefore, they had to hold them together again and again, and use their flesh and blood to test the patience of the powerful. Although they were worried that when the powerful would lose their patience, show off their sharp blades and chop off their heads, as long as the knife was still in the sheath, they would continue to be lucky. Fortunately, the powerful could still tolerate it until now.

This time it seemed no exception. They thought that a faint joy of victory and a strong pleasure of liberation lingered in their hearts, making hundreds of civil servants feel energetic.

The military officers on the right all showed expressions of contempt or contempt, and they were inconsistent. The generals who had been lucky enough to Qin Lei also laughed at themselves and lowered their heads in disappointment.

Unexpectedly, Qin Lei was only half of his words, and the officials heard him sarcastically and said: "It's not impossible. You can wait until Prime Minister Wen meets the King of Hell."

Everyone was stunned. They could not imagine that under the pressure of hundreds of civil servants, the young prince did not retreat at all, but instead stood up against each other without giving in!

"Bold, you dare to humiliate the Prime Minister!" A scream sounded, but Wen Mingli was furious like a cat who was stepped on her tail. He could not tolerate this guy who looked uncomfortable from the first sight, always looked arrogant and arrogant. He wanted to make him lose face. From then on, he couldn't raise his head in Beijing and go back to the south!

Qin Lin on the imperial stairs also broke out. He stepped to Qin Lei's right and stood side by side with him. He reached out and pointed at Wen Mingli with his hand and scolded, "Wen Mingli, you dare to humiliate a prince in the court. You are disobedient!"

Wen Yantao also stood up and said indignantly: "For a entrusted official who has devoted himself to the Qin Dynasty for more than 40 years, two generations of imperial teachers, don't you think what you said is a bit inappropriate?" All the officials also agreed, but no matter how hard they heard, they all felt a bit harsh and cowardly inside.

Qin Lei stared at Wen Yantao for a while, nodded, and said slowly: "What Lord Xiaowen said makes some sense, so let's change the word "The Lonely King." Everyone's faces cleared a little.

But Qin Lei said in a strong sarcastic tone: "Then change it, unless you wait until you see the King of Hell, what should you do?" The officials' expressions were stagnant, and they were speechless by this unscrupulous prince.

Wen Mingli thought for a moment, then suddenly said furiously: "Then you just don't apologize?" He was very annoyed that he had not turned around and his anger towards Qin Lei increased a little more.

At this time, Wen Yantao also said angrily: "I ask the prince to think about my country, so I should leave some room for my future meeting. If it is too irresistible, it is not a blessing for me!"

"Well said! Wen Shangshu is a man who is planning the country," a gentle voice sounded. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had stood on Qin Lei's left at some point. He smiled at Qin Lei and turned to Wen Yantao and said, "But we can't just give in. After all, everyone has the responsibility to make things happen at this point. Is it, Wen Xiang?" The Crown Prince did not entangle with his minions, but directly asked Wen Yanbo, but his methods were much better than Qin Lei and Qin Lin. Of course, this was inseparable from his noble identity as a crown prince.

Qin Lin looked at the prince in surprise, but Qin Lei smiled at the prince.

In the eyes of the officials under the imperial stairs, the three high men stood side by side on the imperial stairs, which clearly meant that they hated the enemy and advanced and retreated together. They also saw that the prince had set up a ladder for both sides to step down.

I couldn't help but retreat, hoping that Prime Minister Wen could just do something wrong and get things done. After all, they couldn't always hold each other, and after all, they couldn't really do anything to that old man.

Since the conflict broke out, Wen Yanbo has been silent. This is the rule of party struggles. If he, the big boss, said something, would be a final conclusion and there would be no room for recovery. He knew best in his heart that his side was at a disadvantage no matter who he was comparing with. If both sides tear their faces apart, they would have to stop at home, so that the government would be paralyzed. This move could threaten the opponent.

But this huge country will fall into chaos if it doesn't take place for a few days, and they will not be allowed to deal with it in the end. Therefore, unless it is absolutely necessary, Wen Yanbo will not take out this killer weapon, but just hide it at his waist to scare his opponent.

But now when the prince asked, he could no longer pretend to be mute. He stroked his beard and laughed like nothing happened: "Your Majesty, what do you think about this matter?" His eyes passed over the three brothers on the imperial stairs and fell on Emperor Zhaowu at a higher place.

Emperor Zhaowu smiled and said, "The children are just making trouble. Don't take the literary appearance too much, just smile."

Although this is said lightly, it is enough to shock the officials, because the emperor on the dragon throne has always been in a balance with him for the past 17 years since he ascended the throne. According to his previous style of conduct, he would definitely be unwilling to appease them, and at the very least, he would make Qin Lei apologize to Prime Minister Wen.

Unexpectedly, His Majesty the Emperor favored his son so much today.

Wen Yanbo frowned when he heard this and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, is this a bit inappropriate?"

Emperor Zhaowu's narrow eyes narrowed into a line, staring at Wen Yanbo like a poisonous snake for a while, and then said word by word: "No, I don't think it's inappropriate," his eyes suddenly opened and he said coldly: "I have agreed to punish a son today, no one can touch another hair!"

After saying that, Huo De stood up, blinked his sleeves and said, "Retreat!" Then he went straight down the imperial stairs and left angrily.

"Retreat the court..." The eunuch in front of the imperial court sang screamed.

"Give me a greeting to Your Majesty..." Although people were unwilling to accept it, they still bowed and bowed habitually.

The court was interrupted strongly by Emperor Zhaowu. The civil and military officials and the princes stood in awkwardly in their eyes. Fortunately, this situation was not the first time. Last month, because of the assassination of Prince Long, His Majesty turned his face with the two big bosses and retreated to the court. The ministers were not at a loss.

Standing in the military officers, Taiwei Li finally returned from a wandering journey. He stretched comfortably and yawned, "I feel sore and hungry, go home and go home!" As he said that, he strode towards the door of the hall, and there was no sign of back pain.

The military officers followed them out, and some wanted to stay and watch the fun, but were also taken to drink by their colleagues. They left in a moment, leaving only three princes and more than a hundred civil officials in the hall with big eyes...

As soon as Emperor Zhaowu left, Wen Yanbo's eyes fell on Qin Lei's face. Qin Lei also looked at him with a gloomy face, holding his right hand tightly on the hilt of the sword, and there was no bright smile that had just happened.

The prince stood beside Qin Lei, his face was gloomy and gloomy. He had been like this since he pried Wen Yanbo's mouth open, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.

Wen Yanbo stretched out his delicate right hand, gently twisted his beard, and smiled and said, "This round is about to tie. I wonder if the prince will rely on His Majesty to rescue the situation next time?"

Qin Lei smiled, his knife-like smile made everyone's heart thrust. Qin Lei moved, and he slowly stepped down the imperial stairs and walked step by step to Wen Yanbo and stood firm.

The two were only less than two feet apart, so close that they could hear each other's breathing. The two looked at each other with a smile, but the smile made people feel cold.

Qin Lei's hand holding the sword tightened. Wen Mingli, who was on the other side, quickly blocked his father's face and said with a stern look, "What are you going to do?" He couldn't stand Qin Lei's arrogant look.

A clear sound of "bang", followed by Wen Mingli's changing tone cry, "Oh..." All the ministers who had not figured out the situation saw that there was a bright red palm print on Mr. Wen's white little face.

Before they could react, Qin Lei made a lightning strike and slapped Wen Mingli on the other side of the face. He was extremely heavy. Wen Mingli was a weak scholar again. He could not help but hit him like this. The two slaps made his nose and corners of his mouth bloody, and his brain buzzed, and he was stunned.

Qin Lei did not stop, but slapped Wen Mingli in the face and cursed in a low voice: "I call you reeds on the wall, I call you bamboo shoots in the mountains..." Mr. Wen's head swayed left and right with Qin Lei's palms, as if a child was playing with a rattle. His head turned into a sauce jar, with red, green, blue, purple and black on his face.

It was not until Qin Lei slapped ten times that the minister next to him came to his senses and stepped forward to pull Qin Lei. Qin Lei was going to hit him together, but found that Li Guangyuan, who was holding his left arm, was Qin Shouzhuo who grabbed his right arm. Then he stopped his upper body and kicked Wen Mingli's lower abdomen. With a "Oh", Wen Mingli kicked him backwards. Several ministers wanted to catch him, but the momentum was really great. Although he caught Wen Mingli, he was smashed to pieces.

Qin Shouzhuo and Li Guangyuan hugged Qin Lei tightly, but heard him say in a deep voice: "Let go! I will only say it once." Somehow, the two of them obediently let go of their arms and retreated beside Qin Lei.

Qin Lei tidied up his clothes, and he didn't even look at the ground. He stared at Wen Yanbo who had retreated to the side and said contemptuously: "Next time, your Majesty will save you!" As he said that, a cold light flashed, the long sword on his waist was unsheathed, and threw his hand at Wen Yanbo, frightening Wen Yantao, who was protecting Wen Yanbo, and rolled and crawled to the side.

The sword was landing where Wen Yantao had just stood - only one foot away from Wen Yanbo's legs, piercing through the thick carpet, and piercing it into the floor tiles for more than two inches, still shaking tremblingly, conveying the master's strong will!

Wen Yanbo's face finally turned pale and his whole body trembled slightly. I don't know if he was angry or scared.

Qin Lei smiled contemptuously, stretched out his middle finger with his right hand, gestured to a gesture that Prime Minister Wen had seen before, then he swung the lower collar of the king's robe, turned around and strode away.

Although Qin Lin didn't know the meaning of Qin Lei's gesture, he felt relieved, so he imitated Qin Lei's appearance, stretched out his hands, gestured to Wen Yanbo's middle finger, and followed Qin Lei to the back of the palace.

When the prince saw this scene, he suddenly remembered that in the twelfth lunar month last year, it was also on the Golden Palace that Qin Lei Ji shot General Tiance Li Qing. He couldn't help but sigh that this young master was really a firecracker who could not be messed with and could not touch. He smiled helplessly, bowed to all the adults and walked to the back of the palace.

In a blink of an eye, only Wen Yanbo's civil servants were left in the hall, standing like frost and eggplant. They never expected that the game between the two sides would be killed in a blink of an eye. Many people couldn't accept it for a while and said depressedly: "How can this be done? A gentleman doesn't speak, how can he fight just by just saying it? He is not reasonable?"

Qin Shouzhuo grinned at the official who beat his chest and stamped his feet, and whispered: "This master has never been a gentleman, and he has never been reasonable."

The official suddenly became dejected and said wailingly: "What did he say?"

Qin Shouzhuo looked at the officials in the field, stretched out his thin palm, clenched his fist and said softly, "Fist!" As he said that, he pressed his other hand on his fist, clasped his fist and said, "Prince, everyone, the official is busy with official duties, so he will leave first." Wen Yanbo nodded, and Qin Shouzhuo then left. The other officials also followed suit, and said goodbye and left the Golden Palace.

There were only a few Wen family left in the huge Golden Palace, and more than a dozen irons were still with him. It seemed empty and made the people inside feel a sense of desolation. They couldn't even deal with a little hairy child with unstable foundations. This sent everyone a signal of uneasiness - Wen family and its civil servant group were not as powerful as they imagined!

Unable to withstand this suffocating surprise, Wen Yantao said, "Brother, what should we do? You can't swallow this breath, right?"

Wen Yanbo put his hands into his sleeves and said tiredly: "Stop calm for a while, otherwise what else can you do? Stop the court?"

"Yes, let's stop the court?" He reminded Wen Yantao, and several Wen family members next to him also echoed: "Let them know how powerful we are!"

Wen Yanbo shook his head and said softly: "It's not the time..." Several people were trying to persuade him. He had already taken a difficult step and walked out. Wen Yantao quickly stepped forward to support him. Others also set up Wen Mingyi, who was unconscious, and walked out like a defeated general.

After walking out of the Forbidden Palace and getting into the sedan chair, Wen Yantao beat his back and was calm, which made Wen Yanbo's face look better. He patted Wen Yantao's hand and said to himself: "When I'm busy next year, I will make them look good." Wen Yantao then realized that it was not that he didn't pay back, but that the time had not arrived.
Chapter completed!