Hong Kong Island Rich: Starting from Tsz Wan Mountain

Fang Xuanling suddenly felt dizzy, his body swayed, and he hurriedly leaned on the chair next to him, shaking his head and muttering, "Impossible! Qin Mu obviously told me that he didn't care about this matter at all!"

What's going on?

What the hell is going on?

Fang Xuanling was completely stunned.

He thought about the worst.

It's a big deal that the eldest grandson Chong will be put in prison and suffer for a few days.

After all, the eldest grandson Chong has a noble status, not only the prince of Zhao Guogong, but also the champion of the Tang Dynasty, and the future majesty's concubine.

With such a respected status, Fang Xuanling thought that no matter how Qin Mu dealt with it, he would definitely be a little more cautious.

I didn't expect it!

He actually killed the eldest grandson Chong!

Fang Xuanling's heart was suddenly shrouded in a shadow.

The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings.

This time.

Datang and Daqin have become mortal enemies!

"Humph!"

"He really didn't lie to you, it's just that the eldest grandson Chong is really nothing in his eyes. "

"With Qin Mu's strength, killing Eldest Sun Chong is as simple as pinching an ant to death. "

"Would you care if you trampled an ant to death?"

Li Er's face was gloomy and terrifying, and his entire cheeks were bulging high, and he wanted to crush his teeth.

Qin Mu, what you did was too amazing!

Where are you killing Changsun Chong?

You're just slapping me and Datang in the face!

The dignified champion of the Tang Dynasty and my future concubine, you actually said that you would kill it?

Outrageous!

It just doesn't make sense!

"Come on, go to Suzaku Street!"

The more Li Er thought about it, the more angry he became, and he strode out of the Manna Palace.

Suzaku Street.

The streets are bustling with people.

Almost the entire Chang'an City was surrounded here.

In the middle of the street.

The eldest grandson Wuji was dressed in a vegetarian and walked forward in despair.

White paper money floated in the sky, falling like a heavy snowfall.

Behind.

Four strong men wearing linen and filial piety are carrying a golden silk nan wooden coffin, and follow the eldest grandson Wuji step by step.

After that, there are the clansmen of the eldest grandson family.

There are thousands of them!

They were all dressed in linen and filial piety, and they kept crying.

"Woooooo

"Chong'er, you died so miserably!"

"God, open your eyes and take a look! Our Tang Dynasty champion died so inexplicably, he died so unjustly!"

“......"

The clansmen of the eldest grandson family wailed all the way along Suzaku Street.

But they seemed to mean something in and out of their words, as if someone had already taught them how to shout.

No need to ask.

It must be the eldest grandson Wuji!

The reason why he wears linen and filial piety on the street is to make things bigger!

The city is full of wind and rain, and the government and the opposition are shaken!

In this way, Li Er can be forced to make a decision!

Break with Daqin and send troops to attack Daqin again!

It doesn't matter if he's a dead person or not!

It doesn't matter if he's a flood or not!

Labor and management don't care!

The old man wants to avenge his son!

Sure enough.

The people around Suzaku Street were all talking, and they seemed to point the finger at Daqin and Qin Mu.

"Have you heard of it? The eldest grandson was killed in Jiannan Dao!"

"Then haven't you heard of it? Who in Chang'an City doesn't know about this matter now? Changsun Chong was killed by His Majesty Qin Mu at the door of the Jiannan Dao Inn!"

"I heard that the death was extremely miserable, and before he died, the eldest grandson Chong was extremely unwilling, and his eyes were bloody. "

"Hmph! Daqin is also too deceitful! The eldest grandson is the champion of our Datang, he has done his best for our Datang, and he has written such a strange text through the ages, if he is allowed to die like this, who in our Datang will not be chilled in the future?"

"Yes! Revenge must be taken!"

"Yes, revenge!"

Under the deliberate fanning of the flames, a thought of revenge is spreading in the sky above Chang'an City.

And hearing these voices around him, a glimmer of light finally flashed in the dim eyes of the eldest grandson Wuji, who was walking in the front.

Qin Mu, wait!

The old man must let your Great Qin perish completely!

"Your Majesty has arrived!"

A shout sounded, and Li Er, dressed in a dragon robe, walked slowly from the other end of Suzaku Street.

Moment.

Suzaku Street was silent, and the crowds on both sides knelt down and saluted.

"The old minister has seen Your Majesty, forgive the old minister for his funeral, it is inconvenient to salute, please forgive Your Majesty!"

The eldest grandson Wuji's eyelids were different, and his tone was full of sadness and powerlessness.

Anyone who looks at him thinks that he is a poor father of a white-haired man sending a black-haired man.

's superb acting skills really deceived Li Er.

After all, it's all fathers.

Who wants to watch their children die in front of them?

"Mowgli, people can't be resurrected after death, so let's mourn and change. "

Li Er didn't know what to say, so he could only pat Changsun Wuji's shoulder to show relief.

Fang Xuanling, who followed behind him, was always silent.

He didn't think it was that simple!

The eldest grandson, Wuji, has always been cautious and cautious.

Running a funeral with such fanfare is not his style at all.

"Your Majesty!

Suddenly!

Just listen to the sound of "plop".

The eldest grandson Wuji knelt down for Li Er directly in front of the entire Chang'an City.

During the Tang Dynasty.

The gift of three kneels and nine bows is extremely grand.

Unless you have to, you will never do this gift!

"Mowgli, what are you doing here?"

Li Er took a step back, also taken aback.

Who is the eldest grandson Wuji?

Uncle Guo, the head of a hundred officials, and the minister of the dragon.

Protégés are all over the world!

The fact that a person with such a noble status knelt down in the street actually forced Li Er to agree to what he wanted to play.

This is tantamount to roasting Li Erjia on the fire!

Fang Xuanling's heart also chuckled.

Broken!

This old fox of the eldest grandson Wuji wants His Majesty to avenge his son!

Fang Xuanling had thoroughly understood the purpose of the eldest grandson Wuji.

But at this time, he couldn't do anything.

Things have developed to this point, and they are out of everyone's control!

"Your Majesty, Qin Mu is the No. 1 thief in my Tang Dynasty, breaking into the city gate, deceiving the princess, robbing the queen, and fighting the Tang Dynasty!"

"One by one, which one is not a major crime of the Nine Clans!"

"And now this person is arrogantly establishing a dynasty on the Tubo Plateau, and he doesn't take our Tang Dynasty seriously. "

"Now, this His Majesty Daqin has openly killed my Tang Dynasty champion and Ma Ye, may Your Majesty send troops to fight against Daqin!"

"For me, the Tang world will be seen and heard!"

After the words were spoken, the eldest grandson Wuji kowtowed fiercely.

"Bang!"

The sound of his forehead hitting the floor is clearly visible.

"Wuji, what kind of place is this? How can national affairs be discussed in such a marketplace?"

"Let's talk about it when I go back to the Taiji Hall!"

Li Er's face was already extremely difficult to see.

He already understood.

The eldest grandson Wuji is clearly forcing himself!

If you don't agree, isn't that just a cowardly and inaction-incompetent statement in front of the whole world?

Everyone else slapped in the face, and they didn't say anything at all?