Meng Tian was furious.

The eldest son is already being punished!

If you lock me here, after three minutes of Si, you will be disrespectful!

I still think that the eldest son is not responsible for enough crimes!

"Dare you!"

Meng Tian had superb martial arts skills and had fought on the battlefield for many years. He was full of killing spirit and knocked the guards to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

"Sorry, I can't let you two go before you return."

At this moment, a man in his thirties, wearing a white dress, stood by the door with a faint smell of alcohol. He knew he had drunk a lot last night.

A drunkard? The client you find is also a waste!

Meng Tian snorted coldly, stepped forward and beat him.

I thought I could knock down this drunkard in three moves and two moves, but I didn’t expect that after several battles, this drunkard’s martial arts skills were even higher than his!

Meng Tian put away his contempt and fought with all his strength. After more than ten rounds, he was kicked in the abdomen by the alcoholic and fell to the ground in pain.

"end!"

Ying Fusu said anxiously.

The drunkard had no intention of chasing him, so he stopped before Ying Fusu spoke.

Meng Tian was helped up by Ying Fusu with a solemn look. He once served as Ying Zheng's close guard, and his martial arts were recognized by the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

In terms of martial arts, although Meng Tian never felt that he was the best in the world, he was confident that he would not lose to a few people. Today, he fell into the hands of a drunkard, who was still the disciple of Ying Chengjiao who he looked down upon!

After carefully looking at the drunkard in white, he felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

"We've seen it with great martial arts skills?"

"Do you recognize me?" The drunkard narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Tian, ​​shook his head and said, "But I don't recognize you."

Meng Tian laughed in anger.

"Pretending! Get out of here quickly! Don't cause trouble for Ying Chenghua!"

The drunkard smiled and did not answer.

Ying Fusu bowed and bowed. This was not the first time he came to Chang'an Jun Mansion.

He recognized Ying Chengqiu's drunkard disciple and remembered that the drunkard's surname was Li.

"The father wants his son to leave, and the king wants his ministers to do it. After a missed time, Fusu became a man without a king and father! Please give way to Mr. Li, don't make it difficult for Fusu to be a human being."

The drunkard shook his head.

"Your Majesty has already gone to Xianyang Palace for the affairs of the eldest son. Don't be anxious, wait for the good news."

Meng Tian interrupted, looking down on her face: "What kind of virtue is Ying Chengqi? Can you advise Your Majesty to take back Cheng's life!"

Today's court.

The left prime minister Wei Zhuang and the right prime minister Wang Wan joined forces to plead for Ying Fusu.

As a result, the two of them were fined for one year. Ying Fusu, who had already set out tomorrow, was ordered to set off immediately by Ying Zheng.

It is impossible for two prime ministers, one person, to join forces to do something.

Meng Tian didn't believe that the nickname Ying Chengqiu was a trash who was ashamed of the Great Qin Dynasty.

"There is nothing that the Lord wants to do."

Meng Tian only thinks that the drunkard is advocating Ying Chengzi, so how can the disciples not look to his lord?
Chapter completed!