Wei Zheng, Wang Junkuo, Pei Xingjian, Niu Jinda, Luo Shixin, plus Pei Xingjian's father Pei Renji and brother Pei Xingyan, as well as hundreds of civil ministers and military generals, gathered in front of the Thousand Sheep Hall in Mule Sheep City at this time, while talking in a whisper, while waiting for the summons in the hall. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Wei Zheng, you are a smart person, why don't you go to Li Tang with Li Mi? As far as I know, you could have escaped at that time, right?" Wang Junkuo looked at the hall seriously, and asked Wei Zheng beside him in a low voice.

"I'm about to enter the temple to discuss things, and I have some things to think about, and it's inconvenient to answer. Wei Zheng looked at the hall with a blank face, and said to Wang Junkuo rigidly.

Wang Junkuo saw that the other party ignored him, so he had no choice but to pout and continue to say nothing

Wait up.

"Brother, Zhang Fan'an, is this person really very capable of fighting?" Standing in the front row of the military generals group was a twenty-five or sixteen-year-old young man, who asked his younger brother Pei Xingzhen plainly.

"Be strict, we are now a new descendant, you'd better restrain me! You must not be rude to the lord, you must remember this! When the time comes, you will cause trouble for me and your brother, do you hear clearly?" Pei Renji frowned and taught his son a lesson.

"Yes, father, I wrote it down. Brother, continued. After Pei Xingyan seriously agreed to his father, he turned his head and asked his younger brother about the height of the lord's martial arts.

"Brother, don't ask me. You know, I just crawled out of that hell a week ago, and I really don't know. However, big brother, you must remember what I am saying now, military advisor Mao Wenchen, you must not provoke, this person is more vicious and terrifying than a poisonous scorpion!"

Ten days ago, after Mao Wenchen won the battle of Mangshan, he explained to Wukong, and immediately took people and hurried back to the pear sheep barn.

On the same day, he ordered the demon warriors to dig a small hole, more than a foot wide, so that a beam of sunlight could shine into the huge dungeon where the entire 300,000 samurai were imprisoned.

On this day, he did not say a word of persuasion to surrender to the captives.

The next day, he ordered the demon warriors to reseal the small hole and then direct a river near the dungeon into the dungeon.

This not only destroyed the grain originally stored in the dungeon, but also caused 300,000 captives to soak in ice water one meter and five deep, for a whole day and a night.

On the third day, he ordered the demon warriors to release all the water in the dungeon, and then directly opened an exit to the dungeon in the underground base of the pear sheep barn.

"From now on, your life belongs to my lord. There are 30,000 gold coins here, and you can have one for every 10 of you. If you take this money, you will be considered to have agreed. If you want money, line up to receive it. Mao Wenchen was still alone in the face of an army of 300,000, he sat on a chair and said calmly.

In the end, only 10,000 people did not take the money, and then the 290,000 legions, who had endured hellish torture, returned to the surface of the earth.

On the fourth day, Mao Wenchen led the newly formed legion, and it took less than half a day to directly take down the mules and sheep.

When Pei Xingjian was reminiscing, he suddenly saw a short and tall, fat and thin, one in front and one behind, two people walking slowly towards the Thousand Sheep Palace, and then, he hurriedly walked out of the team with Wang Junkuo, Niu Jinda, and Luo Shixin, and together with the thin scribe who was walking behind, he bowed his hand loudly and said: "The last general Wang Junkuo, Pei Xingjian, Niu Jinda, Luo Shixin, meet the military advisor-!."

After hearing the words of the four of them, all the other civil and military generals also hurriedly bowed down to this unmasked but already famous strategist, and bowed down together: "My subordinates meet the military advisor-!"

"You are not allowed to worship me in the future. Wait, let me explain. After Mao Wenchen dropped a sentence, he hurriedly walked far ahead, and the angry little chubby boy chased after him.

In the blink of an eye, Mao Wenchen and the others walked into the Thousand Sheep Palace.

"Who's that kid? Looks awesome?" "Needless to say, of course it's the young master." Don't you say it? Our young master, at first glance, it is the dragon among men!" "Then it is needless to say, since ancient times, they have been tiger fathers and no dogs! Our lord is so wise and world-famous, of course the young master is Zhong Lingyuxiu!" ...... , Almost all of the courtiers began to slap Wukong's horses loudly.

Only a few people such as Wei Zheng, Wang Junkuo, and Pei Xingjian were all silent, frowning slightly and silent.

After a while, an attendant walked out of the hall and loudly announced to the ministers that the court meeting had officially begun, and everyone lined up in a neat queue and walked into the Thousand Sheep Hall without saying a word.

Yang Tong frowned, sat on the throne, and looked helplessly at the ministers in the audience

A bitter gourd-like face with a sad face.

Zhang Fan'an stood at the head of the martial arts class, sweating profusely at this time, and was extremely nervous to check his military uniform.

The little fat man, who was said to be the young master, not only sat on the first place of Wenchen with a big grin, but also looked at his lord with an angry face.

Mao Wenchen, the great military division, was standing beside the young master with a sad face.

"Are you finished? Everyone is here, you hurry up and say a few words. Wukong was extremely impatient and ordered Zhang Fan'an.

"Oh, I, I'll just say it, say two words. This one...... I...... , that is, Zhang Fan'an. That is...... , or yours. I really can't say it. "Zhang Fan'an went to court for the first time in his life, and he was already nervous and about to collapse.

"Nonsense! I'm not the lord now, can I say that? Hmph, is the lord so good? That's very hard. Wukong looked at Zhang Fan'an with disdain, and sneered at him angrily.

Mao Wenchen coldly swept his gaze towards the ministers in the palace, and finally fell on Wei Zheng and Wang Junkuo, and glared at the two of them fiercely.

Wei Zheng and Wang Junkuo didn't care about Mao Wenchen's warning at this time, and the two of them all looked at the little fat lord who was sitting in extreme shock with a ghostly expression.

Wukong didn't know that he was already in trouble, and he saw that Zhang Fan'an was really not good, so he had to sit and preach to the ministers.

"I am the ...... of the Book Order of the Great Sui Empire. Before Wukong finished speaking, Yang Tong on the dragon chair interrupted him with an angry face.

"This ...... , little brother, I didn't make you the provincial order of Zhongshu......? Before Yang Tong finished speaking, Wukong preached to him with a frown.

"When I'm talking about business, it's most annoying for people to interrupt. Listen, we're just pretending to be your emperor. You can't manage the affairs of the court, and you are not qualified to manage them. If you are willing to come to the court in the future, you will come, and if you are not willing to go to the court, you will not come. But you are only qualified to listen, but not to speak. There will be a next time, and you won't use it again. "Anyway, Wukong only recognizes Yang Ming as the emperor, and of course he will not be polite to Yang Tong, an impostor.

However, as soon as Wukong's words came out, in the entire Thousand Sheep Palace, except for Zhang Fan'an and Mao Wenchen, all the other people were in an uproar!