"The elder asked me why I was sitting there? It was because in Wang's eyes, he was not the king of a country, nor the lord of all people. He was just a big thief who had just taken over the throne, did not know the people's livelihood, only knew how to charge for intensive taxes, and only knew how to enjoy the will!"

"Bold! Bold! Wang Muzhi, you are so bold!"

"No king or father, no king or father! Xu Wenji's reputation has been in his life, how could he have a disciple like you?! The shame of the Confucians, the shame of the Confucians!"

"As a minister, he will judge the king in vain! You, you are against Tiangang, you, you..."

boom!

The arrows were like thunder, and large scattered sand were blown up by the wind, covering all the old ministers.

In an instant, the angrily shouted disappeared, and only the sound of "pah" came one after another, and the dirt was filled with dust...

"you!"

The anger cried out suddenly.

All the old ministers looked up and saw that the goshawk with dark yellow feathers spreading their wings nearly four feet away.

The young man wearing mysterious clothes and holding a bow with a sword was looking at them indifferently:

"So, is it because Yang came late or lacked the ability to hear? Why didn't the old monk hear anyone scolding so loud when he was there?"

"Prime Yang!"

All the old ministers who can be here are well-informed people. They have already recognized Yang Yu’s identity with a glance.

Following his eyes, the most fiercely cursed people seemed to have their anger extinguished by cold water, and they couldn't help but shift their eyes.

Why did the first time that Yang Zhuo was known to them?

The street was slapped in the state. Nie Wendong...

"My junior brother..."

Wang Muzhi didn't care much, but after glanced at him, he saw Zhang Xuanba on the eagle's back.

His heart trembled and he couldn't help but sigh:

"Since then, the country has no beams and the sky has no pillars!"

The other old ministers did not have the eyesight of Wang Muzhi, so they had no idea what he was talking about.

The arrival of Yang Yu interrupted the anger of the old ministers. Some were afraid of him, some were cautious and some were cautious, but some still stood up.

It's Li Yan.

The Confucian scholars of the Ming Dynasty were led by the three great scholars, one was Xu Wenji, and his disciples were everywhere in the world, and the other was Li Yan.

He has been an official for nearly eighty years. Most ministers inside and outside the Ming Dynasty have served as his subordinates and are real old ministers.

"You are Yu Yang?"

Li Yan pushed away the two people who were helping and stopped him, and stood up:

"I, Li Yan, I am a minister with Xu Wenji, and you are half of his disciples. Are you talking to your elders condescendingly?"

"Li Yan?"

After chewing on the name, Yang Yu remembered:

"The wanted order that the imperial court wanted Yang many years ago seemed to be issued by you and Xue Dilong?"

"I act according to the law..."

Li Yan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Yang Yu raised his hand.

"Since you are speaking according to the law, how are you talking about elders?"

He was not polite to speak, and could even be said to be very cold:

"Yang respects the wise but not the old man. If you have no friendship with me, don't rely on your old man!"

"you……"

The two disciples behind Li Yan couldn't help but want to say something, but he held them down.

He swept over Wang Muzhi, Yang Yu, and took a deep breath:

"The two are also born in the Ming Dynasty. They have also been officials and have eaten imperial grain. At this time of crisis, the right and wrong of the past should be temporarily put aside. Rescuing Your Majesty is the top priority..."

After hearing this, not to mention Yang Yu or Wang Muzhi, even other ministers, their faces were shaking.

Finally, someone couldn't help but step forward and informed him of what happened before he came.

“…”

Li Yan was stunned and then trembled all over:

"How dare you do this, how dare you do this?! Yang Yu, how dare you, how dare you..."

"What don't I dare?"

Yang Yu interrupted him again and coldly swept over the ministers who seemed to be less difficult to speak but were restless:

"Don't forget, Mr. Yang, but now the number one thief in the Six Gate Documents Library!"

Huh ~

Before he finished speaking, the eagle had already left the sky, leaving only a group of ministers with ugly faces.

...

Trepidation!

The eagle flew south, and before long, it suddenly made a trembling sound, and suddenly fell dozens of feet. It was so frightened that it flapped its wings.

"Brother Yang, this is..."

Qin Si staggered and grabbed Yang Yu's sleeve, but saw that Prince Zhao's body shining brightly at this moment.

Buzz!

At this moment, she felt a chill in her heart. In a trance, she seemed to see blood and fire rising in the distance, flags flying, and wars shaking.

"This is……"

Yang Yu stood silently, looking at the pool of blood under the setting sun in the distance, the flags were like dreaming of returning to the accumulated mountains more than ten years ago.

The same setting sun is like blood, the same pool of blood is flying, the same black armored spirit cavalry...
Chapter completed!