"My son-in-law has nothing to do. If I am rude in any way, please forgive me."

Mrs. Zhou stepped into the main hall and bowed.

Su Ping made such a big noise, and it finally reached the back house.

Especially those high-spirited words of "Promote my Daqing writing style" made Zhou realize that something might be wrong.

The first time she walked in, she saw Su Ping grabbing Yin Dongqiu's neck and talking nonsense.

"Su Ping, Duke Dongqiu has a noble status, how can you insult him so lightly?"

Zhou suppressed her anger and scolded coldly.

Who is Yin Dongqiu?

A dignified Wuhou of the Seven Realms.

There are very few of them in Daqing.

If the Duke of Ding does not command the army, the Duke's mansion will not even be worthy of carrying his shoes.

But what about Su Ping?

He actually hooked up with Lord Wu Hou, without any etiquette, and the Duke's mansion was completely embarrassed by him!

If it weren't for the presence of so many dignitaries, Zhou would have wanted to call someone to enforce the family law on the spot.

"Um?"

Hearing Zhou's voice, Su Ping seemed to have regained consciousness, and he actually sobered up a little.

"Who are you?"

Su Ping let go of Yin Dongqiu, staggered to Mrs. Zhou, pointed at her and asked, "Who are you? Why have I never seen you before?"

Mrs. Zhou's face changed, and she quickly scolded: "You drank some wine and you don't even recognize me anymore? If you don't go down quickly, you will disturb the pleasure of the distinguished guests. I won't let you go!"

"lady?"

Su Ping tilted his head and thought for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Oh, I see, you are my mother-in-law, right? Haha, you and your daughter look really alike."

"If you dare to talk nonsense again, don't blame me for asking for help!"

The ice in Zhou's eyes became even more intense, as if she wanted to kill Su Ping.

Say you haven't seen yourself before.

Is it possible to say this to others?

I recruited him as my wife with good intentions and changed his humble destiny, but he actually tried to harm me at this time?

Damn it!

"You seem very unhappy? Oh~ I understand, is it because I didn't give you a gift?"

Su Ping said to himself, pretending to bow down: "Mother-in-law, please accept the courtesy of my son-in-law."

However, just as his legs were bent, his vision suddenly went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Yin Dongqiu had quick eyes and quick hands and grabbed Su Ping's arm to prevent him from falling.

"Thank you so much, Marquis Wu, for your help."

Mrs. Zhou nodded to Yin Dongqiu and shouted outside the house: "If no one comes yet, please help me down."

"yes."

Several muscular servants came in from the door.

Suddenly, Wen Daoyuan took a step across and stopped in front of Su Ping.

"Sheng Wen?"

Zhou looked at him puzzled.

"What's the story between you and Su Ping? I don't care, I can't control it."

Wen Daoyuan narrowed his eyes and said in a cold tone: "But Su Ping is a supervisor of the Imperial College, and his life is in danger at this time. I want to take him back for treatment."

"This... Wen Sheng was joking. Su Ping looked at his whole beard and tail. He didn't look injured, let alone in danger..."

Zhou's expression was unnatural.

"Are you questioning this saint?"

Wen Daoyuan's eyes narrowed even more.

When a being above half-saint calls himself a saint, it means that the other person is very impatient.

Zhou knew it, so she didn't dare to refute it at all.

Everyone watching the show in the hall became nervous.

"In danger?"

"No way? You look like you're just drunk..."

"Master, please don't scare me into waiting..."

"..."

Wen Daoyuan frowned, but in the face of so many people's doubts, he still explained: "Su Ping has signs of broken consciousness. He is lucky to be able to survive until now."

"How can it be?!"

The Ninth Prince ignored his style and squeezed his way through the crowd: "I just drank a few bottles of wine and wrote a poem. How could my consciousness be broken!?"

"That's right, Su Ping has not entered the first realm, but he has attracted Confucianism and Taoism, and his spirit is embarrassing!"

Someone suddenly exclaimed.

Suddenly, there was chaos.

"Hurry up and find a way to treat me! Nothing will happen to me, Xiao Shijun of Daqing!"

"Save? How to save? Broken consciousness is rare in ancient times, and there is no cure at all..."

"Are you going to let me wait and watch Xiao Shijun die?"

"..."

In the midst of the commotion, a middle-aged man in white clothes and a black crown stepped out: "The only one who can save him now is prison!"

This person is an official of Qin Tian Jian, and the Jian Zheng he refers to is Yuan Jiufeng, the Jian Zheng of Qin Tian Jian.

However, as soon as these words came out, everyone was not happy but sad instead.

The medical way was absorbed by the mysterious way.

As the person with the highest position of Xuandao in the imperial court, Yuan Jiufeng may indeed have a way to cure Su Ping.

But the problem is that Yuan Jiufeng has been in seclusion for many years, and even the favored concubine in the palace fell ill, but he couldn't be bothered.

With Su Ping's status, are they willing to help?

Even if they are willing to help, everyone only knows that Yuan Jiufeng is in the capital, but no one knows where he is in retreat.

Where to find him?

Can Su Ping last that long?

"I come!"

Suddenly, Yin Dongqiu handed Su Ping to Wen Daoyuan, then stepped out and reappeared in the courtyard.

Everyone quickly followed him out.

Wen Daoyuan glanced at Mr. Zhou indifferently and stepped out with Su Ping.

In the courtyard.

Yin Dongqiu spread his legs and took a deep breath slowly.

Buzz~

An invisible wave, wrapped in a violent storm, suddenly spread in all directions.

Everyone was shaken and staggered, and they held hands with each other to barely stay standing.

Then there was a stabbing sound.

Yin Dongqiu's shirt was torn into pieces, and his body quickly expanded as if blown by air.

In just one breath, he went from a normal person of seven feet to a tall man of over two meters.

Yin Dongqiu's skin also changed from flesh color to rough gray-black color, looking like tree bark.

"After so many years, I can still see the beastly elephant body of Duke Dongqiu. It's really a worthwhile trip!"

Han Du was amazed.

"What? Are you envious?"

Wen Chengbo smiled and said, "It is said that there are still wild elephants in the far west. You can try it."
To be continued...