When the audience heard this, they were all surprised, but they soon chose to believe it.

After all, everyone knows that these aristocratic families are very large, with lush branches and leaves, a large number of family members, and often a very messy hierarchy.

And now even the arrogant Mr. Zhao has called him "Uncle Yang", so how can this be false?

So everyone nodded one after another and looked at Yang Tian with awe.

At the same time, they all felt relieved and wondered how this uncle would punish his extremely arrogant nephew Mr. Zhao.

Seeing that no one had any obvious suspicion, Yang Tian was very satisfied, smiled, and turned back to look at Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen's face was pale at this moment and he was sweating like rain.

He never expected that Yang Tian would actually appear in a place like this! Isn't this guy treating the little princess in the palace?

Isn't it said that he will become the future prince-in-law?

How could he suddenly come to such an academy and lurk? What is going on! Zhao Wen was shocked and regretful at the same time.

I finally found a place to vent my temper, and in front of so many people, I scolded Yang Tian bloody, and even said the arrogant words just now.

As a result... the rightful owner is actually here, isn't this just embarrassing?

This time, it was really over! Zhao Wen didn't even dare to face Yang Tian's gaze, and his whole body started to tremble.

"Oh, my nephew, why are you trembling?

Are you sick?

Would you like Uncle Yang to take you to the hospital for a checkup?"

Yang Tian smiled and said.

Zhao Wen trembled all over again, shook his head quickly, lowered his head and said: "No... no need... I won't bother you... I... I just... nothing's wrong..." "Oh, it's okay, it's okay.

Okay," Yang Tian said with a smile, "Then, tell me, what did you just say?"

"Uh... I... I didn't... didn't say anything..." Zhao Wen said stiffly.

"No, I was sitting in the VIP seat in front just now, but I heard it very clearly.

I heard that you seemed to be speaking ill of that Saint Yang, right?"

Yang Tian said with a smile.

Zhao Wen shivered, as if he had been electrocuted, and his face turned even paler, "I...I didn't, you...you must have heard wrong.

How dare I...how dare I insult that saint?"

"You do not dare?

oh?

Is it?

Why do I feel that there is nothing in this world that you dare not do?"

Yang Tian said with a smile.

He suddenly turned around and asked the audience: "Did you just hear that?

Did my nephew scold Saint Yang?"

The audience had just been bullied by Zhao Wen, and their hearts were full of dissatisfaction and resentment towards Mr. Zhao. They were angry but did not dare to speak.

But now, an elder of Mr. Zhao has appeared out of nowhere, and it seems that he is on their side and wants to teach Mr. Zhao a lesson.

Now, the audience, who had no power to resist, had the opportunity to fight back, and they naturally would not let it go! "You heard it, we heard it clearly! Mr. Zhao not only scolded, but also scolded

It’s very unpleasant to hear!”

"That's right, he called that saint a waste and said that the saint was only worthy of licking his feet!"

"That's right! And even if he scolds himself, he forces each of us to scold with him. This is too much!"

"Mr. Yang, you must punish your nephew, he is really too much!"

...Everyone spoke with indignation.

At this moment, Mr. Zhao suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

His face was as pale as unused toilet paper.

"I...I..." Zhao Wen didn't know how to defend himself.

In fact, there is no excuse for this.

I scolded them in front of them... Is this such a stupid excuse?

Yang Tian turned back to look at Zhao Wen, smiled and said: "Nephew, is this wrong with you?

I saw this Saint Yang in person a few days ago.

He is really handsome, graceful, gentle, talented, like a tree in the wind, handsome in appearance, and graceful..." Yang Tian just said a long list of adjectives, and he was so full of praise that he couldn't stop talking, and he said it for about one or two words.

Minutes later, he stopped and then asked the audience: "Do you think what I said is correct?"

The audience had firmly stood with Yang Tian at this moment and immediately responded: "Yes!"

The little princess sat in her original position, and when she saw this scene, she couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Fortunately, she was still wearing a veil, otherwise the smile that bloomed at this moment would probably have fascinated everyone present.

She couldn't help laughing, thinking this guy was too funny.

How can you praise yourself like this and have so many people agree with you?

It's so shameless!... When Zhao Wen heard Yang Tian's words, he was no longer in the mood to complain about Yang Tian's shamelessness.

His heart was full of fear, and he hesitated for several seconds before he mustered up the courage to speak: "You... you are right, that Saint Yang is handsome and unrestrained, and has extraordinary bearing. I... I shouldn't say that about him.

I am guilty! Please punish me!"

Yang Tian smiled when he heard this, but shook his head and said: "No, your apology is not sincere at all.

The two words you said were stolen from what I just said, without any intention of your own?

If you really know that you are wrong, then praise Shengren Yang just like I just did, and you can't use the words I just said, and the time of praise can't be shorter than I just said.

Otherwise, I will tell Saint Yang himself about this matter, and then you will be in trouble."

When the audience heard this, they burst into laughter. They all thought this punishment was really interesting and applauded one after another.

The little princess behind the screen was amused again and laughed so much that she covered her face with her hands through the veil.

And Zhao Wen suddenly froze.

Do you want to praise Yang Tian like Yang Tian just did?

And...can't use the same word?

How the hell is this a compliment?

He almost ran out of words just now, okay! "This...this I..." "What?"

Are you still unwilling?"

Yang Tian smiled and said.

"Uh, no...it's just...Yang Sheng...oh no, Uncle Yang, I...I really don't have much education, no...I can't think of a few words..." Zhao Wen said stiffly.

As he said, he really has no culture.

As the son of the Zhao family, he was born with a silver spoon in his mouth. He has acted wantonly since he was a child, without any knowledge or skills. He relies entirely on the power of the family to get around and do evil.

His family also invited teachers for him, but he didn't listen to the lessons at all, and even bullied the teachers and ran away.

Therefore, until now, he has not read a few books and cannot even recognize the words.
Chapter completed!