Meng Tian was furious.

The eldest son is already being punished!

If you lock us two here after three quarters, you are disobeying the order!

I don’t think the eldest son has been charged with enough crimes!

"Shu Zi Dare you!"

Meng Tian was superb in martial arts and had been fighting on the battlefield for many years. He was full of killing intent and could knock the guards to the ground with three punches and two kicks.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you two go before your Majesty returns."

At this moment, a man in his thirties, with a faint smell of alcohol on his body, and dressed in white stopped at the door. It was obvious from a glance that he had drank a lot last night.

An alcoholic? A loser’s clientele is also a loser!

Meng Tian snorted coldly and stepped forward to hit him.

I thought I could defeat this drunkard with three moves and two moves, but I didn't expect that after several fights, this drunkard's martial arts skills were even higher than his!

Meng Tian put aside his contempt and fought against the enemy with all his strength. After more than ten rounds, he was kicked in the abdomen by the drunkard and fell to the ground in pain.

"end!"

Ying Fusu spoke urgently.

The drunkard had no intention of pursuing him and stopped before Ying Fusu could speak.

Meng Tian was helped up by Ying Fusu with a serious look on his face. He had served as Ying Zheng's close bodyguard, and his martial arts skills were recognized by the First Emperor Ying Zheng.

When it comes to martial arts, although Meng Tian has never thought that he is the best in the world, he is confident that he will not lose to a few people. Today, he fell into the hands of an alcoholic, who was also a disciple of Ying Chengyu, whom he despised!

Looking carefully at the drunkard in white, he felt that he looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him before.

"Good martial arts, looks familiar, have we met before?"

"Do you recognize me?" The drunkard squinted at Meng Tian, ​​shook his head and said, "But I don't recognize you."

Meng Tian was so angry that he laughed instead.

"Pretend! Get out of the way quickly! Don't cause trouble for Ying Chengyu!"

The drunkard smiled and did not answer.

Ying Fusu bowed his hands and saluted. This was not the first time he came to Chang'an Jun's Mansion.

He recognized Ying Chengxuan's drunkard retainer and remembered that the drunkard's surname was Li.

"The father wants his son to leave, and the king wants his ministers to act. If the time is delayed, Fusu will become a man without a king and a father! Please give way, Mr. Li, and don't make it difficult for Fusu to be a human being."

The drunkard shook his head.

"Your Majesty has gone to Xianyang Palace for the eldest son's business. Please don't be anxious, eldest son, just wait for the good news."

Meng Tian interrupted, with a look of disdain on his face: "Ying Cheng is so virtuous and capable, but I can advise your majesty to take back his life!"

At the court today.

The prime ministers on the left, Wei Zhuang, and the prime ministers on the right, Wang Wan, joined forces to intercede for Ying Fusu.

As a result, both of them were fined for one year each. Ying Fusu, who was scheduled to leave tomorrow, was ordered by Ying Zheng to leave immediately.

Two prime ministers who are inferior to one person and superior to ten thousand people can't accomplish anything together.

Meng Tian didn't believe that Ying Chengyu, a waste nicknamed the shame of the Qin Dynasty, could do it.

"There is nothing your Majesty can't do that you want to do."

Meng Tian only thinks that a drunkard is advocating for Ying Chengxiang. How can any of his disciples not be loyal to his master?
Chapter completed!