Another World Da Ming: I use a hundred lives to become holy

"Playing with mud?"

"Hahaha, when it comes to leading troops to fight, Zhao and these Jinyiwei will naturally be unable to catch up with the generals present."

"But it's in the capital now!"

"Jianhou! Yongpinghou! Wudinghou! Jiangxiahou!"

"Zhao has prepared a gift for each of you four masters!"

"Bring it up!"

"what gift?"

Among the nobles at the scene, the named Hou Ye, who was the leader, was suddenly a little baffled.

Hu Yong, who was holding the gold medal bestowed by the emperor to avoid death, also felt something bad at this moment.

So before the gift was brought, he decided to act first.

"Brothers! Don't listen to this thief Zhao's nonsense!"

"Jin Yiwei's methods and Zhao's mansion's skill with his mouth are both amazing!"

"It's too late to change!"

"We Huaixi people are all robes of superiors! And Jin Yiwei and the Zhao family are rebels against the party, deceiving the saints!"

"If we let them go today, it will be us!"

Hu Yong scratched the itch, proving his intimacy with Emperor Zhu Chongba.

During the action, there were even more tears, constantly hitting the hearts of these Huaixi honorables who had been suppressed more or less.

Bang!Clang!

"Brother Hu, you are right!"

"Kill these bastards!"

"..."

Although it is easy to get drunk after drinking, the arrogance and self-awareness of these nobles still make Zhao Zheng speechless.

So easy to be incited, such an attitude of being the second child and the third child.

The emperor will not suppress you unless he is blind.

"on!"

There is no way, Zhao Zheng can only let his Jin Yiwei meet these crazy nobles.

"Master Zhao, I got the things."

"Show it off!"

"Marquis Ji An! Marquis Yongping! Marquis Wu Ding! Marquis Jiang Xia! Look what this is!"

"This is the token of your son in Fengyang, and the image of Dai Yan!"

"I advise you to quickly put down the blade!"

At this point, the chaos at the scene finally stopped.

Xu Jin wasn't there, Lan Yu wasn't there, and even Li Shan wasn't there.

These four Marquis Huaixi were the big brothers among those present.

The safety of their son cannot be ignored by these people at the scene.

Except Hu Yong.

"Four Lords! Don't listen to the nonsense of Zhao thief and Jin Yiwei!"

"Hu Mou has eyes and ears in the capital, this Zhao thief returned to the capital, he came back alone! He didn't bring the little princes with him!"

"That is to say, even if the young master is being coerced by them, he is still in Fengyang!"

"Fengyang will not be able to reach the capital in a few days! Don't be fooled by it!"

Snapped!

However, Hu Yong's incitement did not achieve the same effect as before.

Instead, he was slapped by Ji Anhou, who was closest to him.

"His grandma's, not your son's, it's easy for you to say!"

Ji Anhou and the people present are drunk and easily incited.

But the importance of his own son is still clear.

For a while, the scene is about to develop in a good direction.

Unfortunately, Hu Yong is not a simple character.

He was a majestic prime minister of Zhongshu Province Zuo, who was slapped in the face in public, and then raised his head, but there was still a smile on his face.

"Marquis Ji'an, all Huaixi brothers!"

"It's not that Hu doesn't know the importance of the young master, but think again!"

"If they disagree, they can arrest the young master at will and threaten everyone. If there is one, there will be three. After that!"

"The sons of each family, isn't Jin Yiwei a bargaining chip that can be used to threaten everyone at any time!"

Hu Yong raised his hand to scratch it, and once again aroused the murderous intent of all the nobles in Huaixi.

"His grandma's, it seems to be the truth!"

Ji'an Hou swayed in place twice, then looked at Zhao Zheng and Jin Yiwei at the scene, his killing intent was stronger than before.

Zhao Zheng knew that these people would not turn back.

He didn't expect that all the nobles in Huaixi, all over the city, would be summoned by Hu Yong to the Zhongshu Province to have a drink today.

The key is that these nobles from Huaixi really dare to come and eat.

"on!"

The scene was chaotic again.

"The tickle in my hand is His Majesty's personal favorite thing, who dares to touch it!"

"Brothers, although Hu is a civil servant, he is willing to open the way for everyone today!"

"Everyone follow me, take down Bandit Zhao first!"

Shocking Zhao Zheng for 1 years, it can still be used like this, the key is that it is really useful for the Jinyiwei he brought.

"Young Fu, the general will take you out first!"

Some Jin Yiwei saw that the situation was not good, and wanted to take Zhao Zheng away first.

"Go? Where are you going?"

"Do you want to bring the chaos of Zhongshu Province to the streets of the city?"

Clang!

Others are afraid of a tickle, but Zhao Zheng is not afraid.

He pulled out the knife left by Wu Ji who was sleeping beside him.

"Follow me!"

At the same time, the puppet's pain transmitters, dopamine, and adrenaline should be stopped by Zhao Zheng, and should be increased.

"Prime Minister Hu Yong and Xungui are in trouble, kill without mercy!"

"Yes!"

A fight with a scale of nearly a hundred began in the Zhongshu Provincial Yamen of the Sun Moon Dynasty.

Ding!

"You thief Zhao, you are so strong!"

"There are even bigger ones!"

"what!?"

Zhao Zheng slashed at Hu Yong's knife, but was blocked by Ji'an Hou, who was just proud of himself.

But he didn't expect Zhao Zheng to explode his clothes.

His blood vessels became swollen, his skin turned red, his muscles were knotted, and the top of his head seemed to be steaming, as if he had drunk ten catties of tiger wine.

boom!

When the hands were deadlocked, Zhao Zheng kicked Ji Anhou away with his feet.

He was stunned by a Jin Yiwei behind him who wanted to rush over to rescue him.

"Hu Xiang! Guess whether the steel knife in Mr. Zhao's hand is sharp!"

He couldn't beat Hu Yong by tricks, Zhao Zheng didn't believe it, he was holding a steel knife, but he couldn't beat a middle-aged man who only had an itchy scratch in his hand.

"Tie Zhao, don't come here!"

"Don't think that you are the only one who can coerce! Don't forget that your mansion is in the capital!"

"The truth has already sent people to your house just now, and they must be here soon! Are you an unfilial, unkind and unrighteous person!"

These words did not threaten Zhao Zheng.

But it made Marquis Ji An, who was kicked aside, get angry again, this guy surnamed Hu seems to be connoting me!

"His grandma, how dare you scold me!"

"Hey! Marquis Ji'an, Hu is one of his own, he is his own!"

Two knives against one itch.

Zhao Zheng never thought that the situation could be reversed like this.

"Stop! Stop!"

"Hu Xiang, more than ten members of the Zhao family who are still in the Zhao family have been brought by the last general!"

Hu Yong, who was being forced by the two to keep retreating, was overjoyed.

"Marquis Ji'an, Hu is one of his own people, and now the young master is saved. Hu has always been one of his own people, and he is thinking about you!"

Zhao Zheng began to waver again when he saw Marquis Ji'an.

Quickly kick it and kick it away.

"Master Zhao, stop beating, your relatives were brought here."

Jin Yiwei hurried to Zhao Zheng's side and pointed to the rear.

The chaos on the scene finally entered the intermission time at this moment.

Zhao Zheng looked back helplessly, and then he was relieved, all the people caught were puppets, not a single student.

Luck is still on my side.

The only question is where did Hu Yong come from.

"Yin Nai, the governor of the capital, is an old friend, thief Zhao! Are you dumbfounded!"

"Dumb? It's a capital offense to transfer the capital's soldiers and guards without permission. Hu Yong, you really gave yourself a reason to die!"

Hu Yong was dumbfounded, why is Zhao Zheng still so calm and arrogant in front of him.

The Zhongshu Provincial Yamen has been surrounded by the governor of the capital with soldiers and guards, and the members of the Zhao clan have also been arrested at the scene, which is really more than those keepsakes and portraits.

Destiny, isn't it on me?