Chapter 87 Yang Hong's appearance

"Your Excellency..."

The counselor in Tsing Yi opened his mouth and just wanted to say something. He immediately saw Li Juzheng, the minister of the Ministry of Criminal Justice, pressing his hand in the lobby.

"No need to say!" Li Juzheng shouted sharply: "The rule of the Zhou Dynasty, if the trial is less than three days, it will be regarded as losing the lawsuit. Go back and tell Yang Hong. Before tomorrow, it will be regarded as the prince's Shaobao, and he will automatically give up his qualification as a marquis.

Li Juzheng shouted fiercely, righteous and awe-inspiring, proud, showing the backbone of Confucianism. Even if the object is Wuhou, the prince's confidant, the future emperor Honggu, if he touches the law, he still doesn't give face.

"Retired!" With a shocking pat, the three of them brushed their sleeves and left.

"Your Excellency..." Tsing Yi's counselor was shocked. The pretext that Wuhou's status is high and his military affairs are busy is also reasonable. Moreover, Yang Hong is just a scholar without merit. If Yang Hong attends because of this, he will lose his identity.

The counselor in Tsing Yi felt that there was no flinch in this set, but he didn't expect that a few words from Fang Yun District immediately aroused the hearts of the three presiding judges. Without saying a word, he immediately withdrew from the court.

"Fang Yun, you have to think clearly. If you offend Marquis Wu, your Fang family can't afford it! ..."

The counselor in blue was full of anger. He looked at Fang Yun and shouted fiercely.

"Let's talk about it when your master has become a marquis of martial arts! ..."

Fang Yun said coldly, shook his sleeves and walked directly out of the door.

"Yang Hong, Yang Hong, if you have the ability, don't come over tomorrow!"

Fang Yun said with hatred in his heart.

Yang Hong has royal blood, a confidant of the prince, and will soon be awarded the title of Marquis of Wu. He is just a sergeant, without any merit. How could Yang Hong look up to himself?

How did the prince Shaobao know that all his reactions fell on his own budget. The more proud he is, the more beneficial he will be to himself. This is also the reason why Fang Yun waited for a day and didn't say anything on the first day.

"Drive!"

As soon as the whip was raised, Fang Yun immediately left Dali Temple.

Nowadays, Dali Temple has long been a place of right and wrong. I don't know how many people are staring at it. Fang Yun just left, and someone spread the news on his back foot.

"Prince Shaobao made a mistake. Although he is a military officer, he is a marquis. But it has to be restrained by Confucianism!"

"Who said that Confucianism only masters a joint, and the real decision-making is still the emperor. Yang Hong is the prince Honggu, and he has saved the prince's life many times. As long as the prince speaks, the third prince may not be able to take him down!"

"The Great Zhou Dynasty has been separated from ancient literature and martial arts. Yang Hong did this to provoke a fight between the three princes and Wu Mu!"

"The storm is coming..."

"It's not good. The third Duke was angry and went straight to the palace to meet the emperor! ..."

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When the last sentence came out, the whole Shangjing city was solemn, and everyone was waiting for the development of the situation.

"This Fang Yun is not simple!"

On the second day of the three-party trial, many civil and military officials re-recognized the power of the second son of the Fang family. Yang Hong sent his former counselors, who were also sharp-toothed people, but Fang Yun's words made him have no room to play.

Compared with the wind and rain all over the city in Shangjing, several other places have formed a sharp contrast.

The seven Wuhou Mansions in Shangjing were silent. No one knows what the seven martial arts marquises of the Zhou Dynasty are planning.

As the supreme commander of the army of the Zhou Dynasty, the existence of Wu Mu can completely influence this audit. But since the news of the trial of the Third Guild came out, there has been no movement in Wumu Mansion. It's like not knowing about this big event.

Despite this, many people still bet their eyes on the most mysterious military aircraft of the Zhou Dynasty. Everyone knows that once Wu Mu makes a decision, he must be shocked.

Fang Yun has been paying attention to the progress of this bomb robbery, and in the evening, it immediately disappeared: the imperial edict of the emperor was sent to the palace of Yingwu.

No one knows the content of the imperial edict, but it is not difficult to guess.

"Yang Hong, you are finally coming forward. Tomorrow, I will give you a surprise!"

Fang Yun said secretly in his heart.

Prince Taibao Yang Hong, this person, whether in the previous life or this life, is an existence that cannot be ignored. In Fang Yun's previous life, he had heard of this person's name, but he had never seen it.

On the third day, the three-party trial is still open.

"Fang Yun, today, you can wait another day. If Yang Hong still doesn't show up, you will do what you want. It is regarded that Yang Hong's virtue is not enough, and his qualification as a marquis!"

Zhang Muqing, the minister of Dali Temple, looked the same as the three adults. Obviously, they have reached an agreement in this regard.

"Everything is decided by the three adults!"

Fang Yungong said.

At this time, a rumble of ramps, mixed with the sound of horses' hoofs, came out from a distance. A vast masculine atmosphere shot the whole Dali Temple, and even the rising sun was faintly suppressed.

"Coming!" Fang Yun's heart moved.

Outside the Dali Temple, a gorgeous guard of honor composed of hundreds of people rolled around. In the guard of honor, the carriage transformed by the heavenly emperor's chariot is like a crane standing in the crowd, despite the noble atmosphere.

The purple mantle was lifted, and a figure slowly walked out of the carriage. Among the descendants of the Zhou Dynasty, the most prominent prince Shaobao finally appeared. Almost at the same time, countless eyes were all focused on the new noble of the Zhou Dynasty.

Yang Hong, Marquis of Yingwu, is extremely slender, about eight feet tall. He wears a purple narrow-sleeved turtleneck dress, which is printed with sun, moon, stars, mountains, dragons, Chinese insects and other patterns. His hair was dark and shiny, raised up, closed in the purple gold crown, and inserted with a long red jade hairpin. The whole person is full of the atmosphere of stock honor and luxury.

Fang Yun took a closer look and found that the prince Shaobao's skin color was extremely fair, and he was not like a person who had been to the battlefield at all. His nose was high, and his eyes were like stars. At a glance, it was deep and bright. His expression is always so calm, revealing a sense of Tai's collapse in front of him without changing color.

Just in terms of appearance, Yang Hong is indeed extremely handsome and fully worthy of the title of the word "English". The only drawback is that his chin is always slightly raised, revealing a sense of arrogance in his bones. It seems that without this world, no one can make him face it.

To be fair, if this disgusting arrogance is erased, Yang Hong does have a heart-wrenching atmosphere, which can be called a young leader in the army.

"The three adults have been together for a long time."

Yang Hong, Marquis of Yingwu, said indifferently that his right hand subconsciously turned the green silver dragon ring on the index finger of his left hand and gently crossed the threshold of Dali Temple. His pace is not slow, calm and elegant. There is no need to be deliberate. It has its own luxurious atmosphere, which is more like a royal family than the children of the royal family.

To Fang Yun's surprise, Yang Hong was modest and peaceful, without any arrogance. It's just a simple sentence, just like the water flowing over, silently, erasing everyone's dissatisfaction with him.

The three chief examiners also calmed down, and the previous dissatisfaction was swept away.

"Awesome!" Fang Yun shouted in his heart.

"Prince Shaobao has already appeared, and the previous things will not be blamed. The sealing of the Marquis of Wu is of great importance. And please ask the prince to cooperate with less protection.

Li Juzheng looked down the hall. Despite Yang Hong's previous arrogance, Confucianism pays attention to impartiality.

"Sit down for the prince!"

Although it is a three-class trial, Yang Hong is not a crime, and his official position is not under three people. On the contrary, I am qualified to sit down.

"Slow down."

Yang Hong suddenly said, turned his eyes and looked at Fang Yun. D