Chapter 92 The Cost

"See your majesty!"

Zhang Muqing, the minister of Dali Temple, Li Juzheng, the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, and Liu Shouzheng, the imperial historian of the Metropolitan Procuratorate, hurriedly stood up, straightened his clothes, and knelt on the ground.

"Yang Hong, see His Majesty the Emperor!"

Yang Hong was also shocked. He didn't expect that the emperor would appear.

"It's terrible, my father has been paying attention to this. In this way, my father saw what I said to stop Brother Yang.

The prince shouted at his father and knelt down. His heart was ashes. He knew very well that his father was not so easy to fool at all. Make excuses, it's just self-defeating.

"See Your Majesty!" All the government officials knelt down.

Fang Yun's wrist trembled, and finally he had to kneel down.

The purple cloud ignored so much. When it was collected in the air, it still turned into nothingness.

"Congratulations to the emperor!"

The three made a salute, then raised their heads and completely followed the etiquette.

"Let's get out of court!"

Li Juzheng patted the wood and shouted directly to the hall. In this matter, someone came forward, and basically the dust settled, only waiting for tomorrow's result.

As soon as Li Juzheng and others left, the prince also got up and left. The young prince looked worried and didn't even look at Yang Hong. He strode out of Dali Temple.

Not long after the prince got up, Yang Hong glanced at Fang Yun fiercely and walked out.

After Yang Hong left, the yamen all over the hall looked at Fang Yun in surprise and dispersed one by one. This little marquis can actually disturb the emperor in the deep palace!

When the people in the hall dispersed, Fang Yun just walked out.

Outside the Dali Temple, the prince's carriage and Yang Hong's carriage have left. Only his own carriage is still there.

"Yang Hong has left, it's okay!"

Fang Yun breathed a sigh of relief. With the power of Dali Temple and three court ministers, Fang Yun can still suppress Yang Hong with words. But after leaving Dali Temple, it's hard to say.

"Young master, let's go."

Next to the carriage, the old driver looked surprised. He stayed in the Sifang Marquis's mansion for more than ten years, almost watching the little marquis grow up. This is the first time he has seen these amazing characteristics in the little marquis.

"Well," Fang Yun answered and walked towards the Sifang Houfu.

"Tomorrow's sand table deduction, I should be in charge of the Di side. Although Yang Hong's mouth is not as good as mine, thousands of achievements, big and small, are real. I have to prepare well and can't despise him. - Brother, whether I can vent my anger for you depends on tomorrow!"

On the wall of Fang Yun's car, he thought silently. At this point, the three sessions are basically under his control. The only accident is that the emperor will appear. Although it's just in the way of a purple cloud.

hooves! Hoof!!

The sound of the horse's hoof stepping on the slate was mixed with the sound of the rut, and slowly went to the Sifang Houfu. In a moment, it will be the end.

"Well, what's going on? It's the most prosperous in the capital. Why is it so quiet here?

Fang Yun was thinking when he suddenly felt something was wrong. Just as I was about to lift the curtain, I probed to check it, and the mutation suddenly rose.

"Fang Yun, why don't you get out of the car and kneel down in front of me?"

The voice of anger came from the front of the carriage. As soon as the voice fell, Fang Yun suddenly felt a scorching sun appeared in the perception. A masculine and domineering breath was boundless, spewing out from the front, shooting in all directions.

"Boom!"

In the scorching sun, a tall and thin figure suddenly appeared, and a boundless pressure emanated from the figure, as if the emperor of heaven had returned to the world.

Fang Yun suddenly felt that the air around him had turned into mountains and mountains, covering himself. It's like the ancient emperor of heaven who wants to suppress himself.

"Yang Hong... Yang Hong is waiting here!"

As soon as Fang Yun crossed the idea in his mind, he heard a hissing sound of "Xiayu" war horses in his ears, followed by the sound of four reins being broken. At the same time, with only a bang, Fang Yun's carriage made of bronze could not bear it and collapsed. The huge wheels rolled out of the distance and scattered on the ground.

Chang'an Street is empty and silent. Fang Yun stood in the collapsed carriage and looked ahead. At the end of the bluestone street, a purple figure stood proudly with its back to himself. In the back of the head, a long black hair swings in the wind.

On Chang'an Street, the breeze is gusting, and the four horses pulling the cart have already run without a trace. Only the frightened old driver stood beside the chariot, staring at the two of them.

In the shocked eyes of the old driver, at the end of the street, the prince Shaobao Yang Hong slowly turned around, with a slender figure and an iconic purple turtleneck robe. On the handsome and white face, it is indifferent at this time.

"Why don't you talk? Are you surprised?"

Yang Hong's eyes are deep and bright, high above, like the gods overlooking the world. In Dali Temple, he was pinched by Fang Yun and restrained everywhere. At this time, he left Dali Temple, and then he showed his own brilliance. Powerful power, like a vast ocean, in the face of this magnificent power, Fang Yun is like a dragonfly, struggling in vain.

"Haha, Yang Hong, out of my expectation, you really can't be a big deal. After the three-class trial, come to me!"

A sarcastic smile appeared on Fang Yun's face, and his body trembled slightly. The mountain-like force was getting bigger and bigger. He was almost nailed to the ground and couldn't move at all.

"Oh, do you want to irritate me?"

Yang Hong sneered, his eyes flashed, and Fang Yun snorted. He immediately felt that the pressure on his body doubled. The slate under his feet clicked and suddenly cracked.

"Don't worry. I won't kill you. We are just a 'skillful encounter' now. Fang Yun, you can speak well, read the imperial calendar, and tell me. What should an anonymous scholar do when he meets the prince of the current dynasty?

Yang Hong stood with his hands behind his back, with a joking smile on his lips, and slowly walked towards Fang Yun. Only here, outside Dali Temple, can Yang Hong regain the feeling of controlling the overall situation.

Now Fang Yun, in front of his absolute power, is like an ant. He doesn't even have to do it. He only needs to release a breath to shake Fang Yun to death.

"Hmm, Yang Hong. Don't worry, even if I die, I won't kneel down for you!"

At this time, Fang Yun also understood Yang Hong's thoughts. He wants to humiliate himself. Maybe there is another attempt. If you kneel down to him, your mind will be balanced. Tomorrow's sand table deduction may not be able to play as usual.

"Very good. Have backbone. I'd like to see how hard you are!"

Yang Hong snorted coldly. He put his hands behind his back, just step by step, walking vigorously towards Fang Yun. Every time he approached, the pressure on Fang Yun increased.

Zizz!

Within a ten-foot range of the square cloud, a terrible heat is emitted, and even the air is distorted and blurred. Fang Yun's forehead was sweating like rain, and his legs fell deeply into the ground. And Yang Hong still looks unrestrained and calm. Obviously, he still has reservations and has not done his best.

"Fang Yun," Yang Hong walked five feet in front of Fang Yun, with a sneer, and slowly stretched out his palm:

"Today I will teach you the first lesson: the law of the jungle in this world, in the face of absolute power, any scheme and wisdom are all false."

After saying that, Yang Hong pressed his palm weakly.

"Ah!——"

Fang Yun slammed in pain, and he only felt a terrible force, overwhelming, pressing on his body. The knee clicked and made a crisp sound, and he was about to kneel on the ground.

"Yang Hong, our cloud knelt down to the sky and the ground, never kneel down to a villain like you!"

Fang Yun suddenly roared, and the blue veins on his forehead burst out. In his body, the strong internal force exploded and rushed to the limbs, madly offsetting this terrible pressure.

"Wow!——"

In Fang Yun's body, the clock of heaven and earth suddenly emitted a powerful suction, like a long whale absorbing water, sucking the internal force of Fang Yun, and then transformed it into a strange force, spraying back into the meridians of Fang Yun's whole body.

"Kh-ha!"

Fang Yun's bones all over his body are ringing, and it seems that they may break up at any time. In Yang Hong's shocked eyes, Fang Yun's body, inch by inch, straightened up with difficulty.

Fang Yun stared at Yang Hong, with a bright light in his eyes. In him, this moment reveals a strong spiritual and willpower:

"Yang Hong, remember what I said. Sooner or later, you will pay the price!"

Fang Yun said word for word, as if he were an oath. D