The First Evil Emperor of Martial Arts

"Prince Wang Heng is here!"

A drake sounded announcing.

Obviously not Fu Cailin's person, it should be the father-in-law who came with the prince.

The royal etiquette and institutional structure of the Goryeo Dynasty were basically copied from the Great Sui Dynasty, the Great Ming Dynasty, and the Great Song Dynasty. Learn a little here, learn a little there, and then it became their thing.

Yang Zheng noticed that Fu Cailin's face was obviously cold, and he laughed secretly in his heart. This prince also has a sick head. Fu Cailin is equivalent to a patron saint in Goguryeo. What kind of prince thinks Fu Cailin's lotus garden as his backyard?

"Jun Yu! It's really you! You're back!"

What kind of prince, as soon as he entered the courtyard, his eyes fell on Fu Junxi, and then he ran away, and opened his arms to hug Fu Junxi!

"Prince Heng."

Fu Junzheng flew up, avoided the prince, and replied coldly. In the past, she didn't give a **** about these royal princes, not to mention that now, her insights into the state of mind of martial arts are far greater than before.

This Prince Koryo, Fu Junxi has no interest in contacting him at all, and his response to the sentence just now was just out of the most basic etiquette, otherwise, he would be too lazy to pay attention.

"Jun Yu, I'm Wang Heng!"

The prince said again, looking at Fu Junxi with enthusiasm.

This time, Fu Junxi ignored him, flew directly to the high platform, and landed beside Yang Zheng.

"Oh, it's kind of interesting."

Yang Zheng got up and stood side by side with Fu Junzheng, looking down at the prince.

"Who are you? Why are you standing with Jun Xie?"

The prince frowned, his face turned cold, and he stared at Yang Zheng.

"Me? Call your father, but you can ask me about my identity. You are not qualified enough."

Yang Zheng chuckled lightly.

This Koryo prince, with mediocre martial arts, can kill with a single stroke of infuriating energy, but he is too lazy to do anything, and he cares about something with a waste. If it is shot, it will spread out and say something like bullying the small.

"You!" When Wang Heng heard this, his face became even more gloomy, and he stared at Yang Zheng and said, "This prince is the prince of the Great Goryeo Dynasty, the blood of the emperor is extremely noble, what kind of thing are you!"

The blood of the Son of Heaven is extremely noble?

Hahaha!

Yang Zheng couldn't help laughing. If Zhu Di said that in front of him, it wouldn't matter. After all, Zhu Di was King Yan of the Ming Dynasty.

And this Wang Heng in front of him actually claimed to be the bloodline of the Son of Heaven. In Yang Zheng's opinion, it was a joke! I, the emperor of the Sui Dynasty, did not say that he was extremely noble, you little prince of Goguryeo, you are an egg~ son!

It's still big in Korea, a place so big, can't even compare with a Shu County, how dare you call yourself big, big balls!

"why are you laughing?"

Then Wang Heng asked in a cold voice.

"Prince Wang Heng, right? Let me ask you a question. Who do you think is bigger and smaller than the three dynasties in the Central Plains of China and Korea?"

Yang Zheng asked with a smile.

"Shenzhou Central Plains? Three great dynasties? Are you talking about the Sui Kingdom, Song Kingdom, and Ming Kingdom? Hehe, three small kingdoms can be compared to my Great Goguryeo? My Great Goguryeo has a history of three thousand years. What can a small country compare to? Also, those people in the Central Plains are just sinners who migrated from our Great Goryeo Dynasty, their bloodline is low, how can they compare with my Goryeo bloodline?”

Wang Heng raised his head and said proudly.

puff!

Yang Zheng couldn't hold back and burst out laughing.

Unexpectedly, in this great world of martial arts, this ancient society, this era when the Goryeo Dynasty just started, what kind of prince could be so domineering!

In the eyes of this king or prince, probably everything in the world came from the Great Goryeo Dynasty!

In this world, the rest are small countries, only Goguryeo is a dynasty, a big country, and a kingdom of heaven!

Hahaha!

Hahaha!

Yang Zheng couldn't help but burst into laughter again. He had no choice. I believe that any modern person who travels here and encounters this prince of the Goryeo Dynasty can't help but laugh out loud.

This guy is so funny!

"Okay, Prince Wang, let me ask you one more question, why is Shenzhou called the Central Plains, but Goryeo is not. It is called the Central Plains. This prince, what do you think?"

Yang Zheng asked again.

"Humph! What is Shenzhou, what is Central Plains, it's just that my Goryeo Dynasty is too lazy to fight. Those people from Central Plains are a bunch of thieves! Words, language, and customs are all stolen from my Goryeo Dynasty by those people from Central Plains!"

The prince said coldly again!

Lying ~ trough!

I have seen shameless, never seen such shameless!

Nima, can you still shop Bilian?

Yang Zheng shook his head secretly in his heart, feeling that he should bring Chi Zunxin's younger brother this time. With Chi Zunxin's violent temper, he didn't even slap this prince away!

This guy is too shameless!

Yang Zheng had a faint smile on his face and looked around. In this lotus courtyard, apart from this prince and the people brought by the prince, everyone else, including Fu Junqiang, had embarrassed expressions on their faces.

They are not like this prince, who are so arrogant that they think the whole world belongs to Koryo. Especially Fu Junchang, who was optimistic that the prince would **** the big sister back from Yang Zheng, but at this moment, she felt like her face was on fire.

Fu Cailin's expression is also not very good. He is the patron saint of Goryeo. He has always wanted to strengthen the Goryeo Dynasty. However, the Goryeo royal family is too mediocre, and since the royal family found the person with the surname Yuan, he and the Goryeo royal family have long had a relationship. There was a gap, and it has been nearly ten years since he ignored the affairs of the royal family of Gaoli, and he is in a state of reclusion.

Today, the prince said those things, which made him feel particularly ashamed. In Fu Cailin's view, there is nothing to be ashamed of compared to several dynasties in the Central Plains of China, just admit the shortcomings and work hard to catch up.

However, this Prince Wang Heng was so arrogant that he turned black and white, which made Fu Cailin feel inexplicably sad.

"Oh, there is a saying in Shenzhou, that the world's martial arts come out of Shaolin, Prince Wang, what do you think?"

Yang Zheng smiled mysteriously and asked again.

"The world's martial arts come from Shaolin? There is no problem with this sentence! However, Shaolin is not the Shaolin of Shenzhou, but the Shaolin of my Koguryo Dynasty! Shaolin of Shenzhou is just a branch of Shaolin of my Koguryo Dynasty! Also, those martial arts in Shenzhou are also Steal from our Goguryeo Dynasty! All the people of the Central Plains are descendants of thieves and criminals!"

The prince said proudly.

"Oh, Prince Heng said it well!"

Everyone was silent, only one person spoke, and that was the father-in-law who came with him. The father-in-law smiled and clapped his hands, but the next moment he shut up.

Because, he has already felt the very cold atmosphere on the scene!

(After the 15th, I will become more diligent!) ..