Chapter 95: The King's Fight

It was an uneasy night, with chaos and dogs running around in the Huang Mansion, and the entire mansion was illuminated by torches.

Huang Zicheng was surrounded by his servants and his face was covered in filth. He was in a state of rampage, paced back and forth in anger.

"King of Yan! King of Yan! You are too bullying!" Huang Zicheng was furious.

Along the way, another servant ran over quickly and panted, saying, "Master, the two young men waited at the gate of the Yan King's Courtyard for a long time, but they had never seen those despicable bastards appear. The young men thought that this group of people must have entered the Yan King's Courtyard. Tonight's incident is probably unrelated to... the King of Yan."

When Huang Zicheng heard this, his blood and blood suddenly surged, and his eyes turned red.

"Come here! I will prepare a sedan chair, and I will go to the Yanwang Villa in person to seek justice!"

"yes!"

Huang Zicheng was really angry.

Whether it is a minister in the court or a prince guarding the border, it is common for disagreement in politics on weekdays. Everyone in the court knows that Huang Zicheng is wary of the vassal kings, and everyone in the court knows that the King of Yan is powerful and is the most powerful among the vassal kings. Huang Zicheng and the King of Yan can be said to have been destined to be political enemies after Zhu Yunwen was enthroned as the crown prince.

However, political enemies are political enemies. There are many political enemies in all dynasties, and the rules in the officialdom must be followed. No matter how much grudges there are, they still have to be harmonious when they meet. They look like brothers on the surface. Life is like a play, and the officialdom is even more like a play. This is the rules of the game that has been formed since ancient times. People who do not understand the rules are not qualified to enter the circle of the officialdom.

Huang Zicheng never expected that the King of Yan would take the lead in breaking this rule. It is rare to tear each other between political enemies, and even less feces would be thrown into the government. It can be said that it is an unprecedented thing.

This cannot be blamed for Huang Zicheng for so easily blamed the culprit of tonight on the King of Yan. In his heart, if one is really guarded and the one who is most hostile is these vassal kings with military strength. Among these vassal kings, the King of Yan is the strongest, and Huang Zicheng is also the most cautious about the King of Yan. Therefore, when the head of the family reported that the suspect who threw feces into his mansion entered the Yan King's villa, Huang Zicheng immediately believed it. This is just like looking in the mirror. If you treat others as enemies, you must think that others also regard you as a great enemy of life and death.

The emergence of misunderstandings in the world is actually that simple, just to emphasize oneself to others.

Huang Zicheng sat in the sedan chair, his face getting bluer and bluer, and his hands on his legs also clenched his fists tightly.

Zhu Di, the emperor is still alive. Do you think you have the strength to establish new rules now? How dare you be so arrogant and rampant in the capital? It’s so ignorant!

The sedan chair hurriedly on the streets of the capital at night. Behind the sedan chair, a large group of Huangfu servants holding sticks, were all angry. The large group of people passed through the street quietly and murderously, and ran towards the Yanwang Villa in Wuyi Lane.

The sedan chair soon arrived at the Yanwang Villa. Before the sedan chair could stop, Huang Zicheng angrily lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and strode to the steps in front of the door.

Several soldiers on duty were standing at night. Seeing a group of people holding sticks in their hands, they pressed their hands on the hilt of the knife on their waist with a look of alert. As soon as Huang Zicheng walked to the steps, a hundred-house officer raised his hand and shouted loudly: "Stop! This is the Yan King's Villa, who are you? The crowd gathered at this late at night to hold weapons, what are you going to do?"

Huang Zicheng was still wearing a slutty look covered in feces. He snorted coldly when he heard this and said, "I am a Hanlin editor and a lecturer at Chunfang, Huang Zicheng, who is respected by the King of Yan today and sent someone to teach me a lesson. I am here to thank Your Highness for your gift today! You go in and tell me that Huang Zicheng is here to carry the thorns and apologize. If Your Highness thinks that the lesson is not enough, I will receive the punishment myself!"

The officers could not understand what lessons, gifts, apologies and other words, but when he heard Huang Zicheng claiming his name and official position, he knew that this person must be an important official in the court, so he was not good at offending him too much, so he said, "Sir, please wait a moment, and then send someone to report to Your Highness, and ask him to restrain his subordinates and not approach the steps. We are ordered to be on duty, and I hope that you will not make us embarrassed."

After saying that, the officer made a gesture to a sergeant behind him, and the sergeant immediately turned around and entered the mansion to report.

At this time, in the study room of the Yan King's courtyard, Zhu Di was having a close conversation with his first counselor Dao Yan. The poor Yan King was at this moment without knowing that he had inexplicably taken a shiny black blame...

"The capital is in a bad direction recently. I believe that Your Majesty has become alert to the vassal kings because of the Imperial Garden, so he ordered the Jinyiwei to clean up the court and to behead the ministers who were close to the vassal kings. This is the emperor who is knocking on the mountain and shaking the tigers and warning the kings who come to the capital. Your Highness must be careful. It is best not to go out in the past few days, let alone engage in contact with any ministers, so as not to arouse the emperor's suspicion."

Zhu Di looked regretful and sighed: "If I had restrained myself in the imperial garden that day, I would not have had these troubles in vain. I have miscalculated!"

Daoyan said: "Your Highness, things have come to this point. Now is not the time to regret it. What Your Highness needs most now is to keep a low profile, restrain his edge, and stop causing trouble in this capital. Otherwise, again and again, Your Majesty will definitely be dissatisfied with you and doubt your intentions. At the worst, you may cut off your fiefdom, transfer you to the capital, or change you to another place. At that time, everything Your Highness has done over the years will be in vain. Your Highness, remember! You can't cause trouble anymore..."

Before Daoyan finished speaking, he heard the soldiers outside the study report: "Your Highness, there are people making trouble outside the mansion, and many people come, all carrying equipment. The leader is the Hanlin editor and the Chunfang lecturer Huang Zicheng. At this time, he was shouting at the door and asking Your Highness to go out and argue with him..."

In the study, the two were shocked. Daoyan looked at Zhu Di with regret on his face: "Your Highness, why are you... you are causing trouble again? How can I say to you? Alas..."

Zhu Di was stunned for a moment, then became angry and shouted: "I haven't left the door these days, how could I provoke this old guy? Sir, don't you believe me?"

Daoyan still looked disappointed and said, "Your Highness, although Huang Zicheng's official position is not high, he is highly valued by the emperor and the grandson. This person is pedantic and stubborn, and he is not transformed from ancient times. He often claims to himself as loyal ministers. Such people are well-read in poetry and books, and often take the principles of rituals, music and scriptures as their principles. If Your Highness has not provoked him, how could he take the risk of his reputation being damaged and take the initiative to provoke you?"

Zhu Di's face turned pale with anger. His beard trembled slightly on his beard and his eyes were red and he shouted loudly: "This kind of sour and corrupt scholar is the most difficult. How could I provoke him? Sir, don't you know what I am like? I will go out to argue with him now!"

After saying that, Zhu Di pushed open the door of the study and strode towards the door with a angrily strode.

Daoyan hurriedly chased after him and reminded him: "Your Highness, pay attention..."

"Reduce your edge, I will pay attention!"

When Zhu Di walked out of the gate of the other courtyard, the first thing he saw was Huang Zicheng, covered in feces and a sad and angry expression.

There is no way, it’s hard not to see such a conspicuous shit person.

Zhu Di was shocked and said in a lost voice: "Mr. Huang, what's wrong with you?"

Huang Zicheng had already determined that Zhu Di was the culprit behind this matter and was full of anger. Zhu Di's question was originally of concern, but it changed to Huang Zicheng's ears. The King of Yan was too arrogant and threw away the feces from my mansion to bully me. Now he was still obscenely concerned when he met. No matter how he heard it, he felt a sense of ridicule of being a good person. It was unbearable!

"Zhu Di, you... you are so bullying! In the capital, at the foot of the emperor, you dare to humiliate the ministers of the court so much. When your son is still alive today, your actions will be rampant. In the future, will you become more and more lawless? Even if the emperor punishes him today, I... I will fight with you!"

After saying that, Huang Zicheng stomped his feet with a tragic expression and rushed towards Zhu Di, and the two of them hugged each other.

Zhu Di suddenly suffered a change and was shocked and angry. What was the trick? When he was stunned, he was distracted and was not able to react, and Huang Zicheng was hugged by Huang Zicheng, so Huang Zicheng shared the feces with Zhu Di and the other two.

Zhu Di was anxious and subconsciously stretched out his body to push Huang Zicheng out. As soon as his hand touched him, he touched Huang Zicheng's feces, and at the same time, a smell of stinking smell also came to his nose.

Zhu Di's brave general rolling over the fire in the sword was seen, and he saw many dead people and blood, but he didn't see much feces. As soon as he smelled the smell, his heart suddenly became disgusted. He was immediately furious after being stimulated. He instantly threw away the words of Monk Daoyan's warning to him to restrain his sharpness. Seeing that Huang Zicheng was still punching and kicking at him, Zhu Di did not say anything, squatted on the spot, then exhaled, and hit Huang Long with one move. The fist that was big in the sand bowl was steadily on Huang Zicheng's face. Huang Zicheng was beaten so hard that he staggered back a few steps, opened his mouth and vomited, and the blood mixed with a few broken teeth spit out.

"You dare to do it?" Huang Zicheng covered his face and stared at Zhu Di in disbelief. He was very confused. What's wrong with this world? The person who was conspiring behind his back and using despicable means was not guilty at all when he saw the victim. He acted as if he had done something, and acted more righteously than the victim.

Huang Zicheng felt very sad, a sign of collapse of rituals and music!

"Mr. Huang, you ran to me for no reason and were so rude to me. Why? Are you not afraid of your father's punishment?" Zhu Di shouted loudly.

"Why? You are still pretending to be confused with me! You are lawless, what are you afraid of? I have fought to death today, and I will also seek justice back! A bad thief, I will let you see what the backbone of a literati!" Huang Zicheng was not afraid, and like a stubborn old cow, he lowered his head and bumped towards Zhu Di.

"Crazy! This old guy is crazy!"

Zhu Di choked Huang Zicheng's neck in anger. Huang Zicheng grabbed Zhu Di's hair without being outdone. The two of them fought each other again with an ugly posture.

When the servant guard behind Huang Zicheng saw the master attacking, he was immediately angry and shouted loudly, raised his stick and rushed up.

The personal guards behind Zhu Di were not vague. They were from a serious army and were not afraid of the situation. Without waiting for Zhu Di's order, with a clang, swords and swords were unsheathed one after another, and they stepped forward to protect Zhu Di and began to confront Huang Zicheng's servants' guards. Both sides were tense and the fight was about to break out.

In the circle surrounded by the guards, Huang Zicheng and Zhu Di were like two children, one choking their necks and the other catching their hair. Both sides launched a vivid and wonderful freestyle single-handed challenge.

In the darkness not far from the gate of the Yan King's Villa, there was a large group of people quietly watching the development of the situation.

"Mr. Xiao, when will we go up and persuade the fight?"

Looking at the person he once loyal to, His Highness King Yan, who was ugly, fighting with Huang Zicheng like a rogue in the market, Cao Yi seemed to have no emotional fluctuations in his eyes.

Once sacrificed by the King of Yan as an abandoned son, Cao Yi has long regarded himself as a person who has died once. All these things have been in the past life and have no relationship with him anymore. His current identity is the subordinate of the Jinyiwei Qianhu, Xiao Fan Deli, and his friend.

In the darkness, Xiao Fan's star eyes shone with excitement.

"Hey, Brother Cao, have you seen it? They started fighting..." Xiao Fan excitedly patted Cao Yi on the shoulder.

"I had expected it. Isn't this drama you designed tonight just to watch this scene?" Cao Yi rolled his eyes secretly.

It was clearly planned by him, but his tone now seemed to be as if he had happened to see it. Cao Yi once again discovered that there was such a shameless despicable soul hidden under the skin of that gentleman.

Xiao Fan was despised by others and still said excitedly: "Look, look, Huang Zicheng bit people. I can't tell that this old guy is so hypocritical on weekdays, but he is so fierce when fighting. He is simply a gentle scum..."

Cao Yi glanced at him and said nothing.

When it comes to gentle scum, who in this world is more qualified to take responsibility than Xiao Fan? This Lord Xiao is humble.

"Sir, if we don't go up to persuade the fight, the two gangs will fight. They are snatching the guys in their hands, and it is easy to kill people. If the capital is killed, the matter will be a big deal." Cao Yi reminded anxiously.

Xiao Fan thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, we should go up. At the foot of the emperor, two people with high powers actually fought like shrews, and they lost the court's moral character. I have to teach them what a gentleman is..."

Cao Yi wiped his sweat: "..."

In fact, Xiao Fan hopes that these two people will die on the spot. One will be a rebel prince with hidden evil intentions in the future, and the other will be a stupid minister who advocates loyalty and righteousness. Strictly speaking, they are not good people, one is attacking and the other is suffering. Zhu Yunwen lost his country. These two people are the culprits. It would be great if they died. If this is true, their death is great, worry-free, and more important than Mount Tai...

Unfortunately, now there are so many pairs of eyes staring at him. If they are really allowed to pk until death, Lao Zhu will probably be the first to kill him and bury these two people.

Unwillingly, Xiao Fan stood up straight. Nearly a hundred Jinyi Captains behind him received the order and immediately divided into two teams and rushed out of the dark corner. Then they embroidered the spring sword and pointed at the two groups of people facing each other at the gate of the Yan King's Courtyard, as well as Zhu Di and Huang Zicheng who were still fighting endlessly.

The two groups of people who were confronting each other were frightened by the sudden arrival of Jinyi Captain. After all, this place was the capital. Jinyi Guard was notorious for many years, and it was not a pleasant thing to be pointed at by them with a knife. So the two sides had a tacit understanding and resolved the confrontation and then took a few steps back.

Xiao Fan walked behind and stood far away, shouting loudly: "The Jinyiwei Town and Funeral Office handles the case, and the idle people retreat!"

In the tense atmosphere, and it was still midnight, where did you get idle people?

"Where are you gathering people to carry weapons at the imperial city of the capital, but are you going to rebel?"

Xiao Fan's second sentence finally worked. The hat of "rebellion" was too big and no one could afford it.

So as soon as they finished speaking, everyone's swords and sticks immediately threw them on the ground as if they were burning their hands. Then everyone raised their hands with great understanding to show that they were green and environmentally friendly and pollution-free.

Seeing that both sides who were as ferocious as a beast just now had become good babies, Xiao Fan then walked a few steps forward with confidence.

In the middle of the venue, Huang Zicheng and Zhu Di ignored Jinyi TV that suddenly arrived. They still stubbornly strangled their necks and grabbed their hair. The two looked at each other fiercely, their eyes full of hideous blood.

Xiao Fan frowned and said in a deep voice: "What's wrong with you? Haven't heard what I said? Let go, otherwise you all will be put in the imperial prison!"

Zhu Di said sternly: "Whoever is surnamed Huang, have you heard it? You are asking you to let go. If you come to my other courtyard to find trouble, I will settle with you slowly!"

Huang Zicheng spitted at Zhu Di and said evilly: "Bah! The evil man complained first. If you, a traitor, weren't you, a traitor, before you, humiliated me, how could I come to seek justice? Let go of your hand first!"

"I think beautifully! Why do you ask me to let go first? You did it first."

"You let go!"

"I will never! You can let go first!"

"You're loose!"

"You're loose!"

Xiao Fan looked at the prince and the Confucian ministers with a smile, and felt very happy.

The so-called historical celebrities are just like this. The combination of chance and necessity has created their reputation throughout the ages. In fact, when it comes to essence, everyone eats grains, will be born, old, sick and dead, and will be tantrums and swings the turtle punches. Who is more noble than who?

Today, I have achieved my goal. The scene in front of me is enough to make his second half of his life feel endless. Since ancient times, intellectuals have had very bad luck. The saint said that a gentleman can deceive him, which is probably a life emotion that the saint said when he was particularly unlucky.
To be continued...