As soon as he heard Dylan's request that could be compiled into a book, Moban laughed directly: "You can take so much stuff home, can you finish it?"

Dylan sneered and said, "If the family and guests can't finish the food, they can feed it to their pets. If the pets can't finish it, they can give it to the servants. If you can't finish it, what does it have to do with you?"

Mo Ban's expression darkened again. He looked coldly at the royal ministers in front of him and asked with a sneer: "It seems that there are still some things missing? I heard that in previous years, everyone could receive about 50 gold moons as New Year gifts.

Will it be issued this year too?”

Dylan raised his eyebrows and said playfully: "It seems that you still know the rules. If you can think of this, you can be saved. But you don't need to worry about this matter. The New Year's gift money will be returned to the treasury.

Lord Baldian will take care of it, just do your own thing."

"Uh-huh." Ma Ban threw the big bag of wheat on the table into Dylan's arms and sat back in his seat without raising his head: "Do you want love or not? That's next."

There was total silence in the Nianci Warehouse.

After a brief pause, Dylan became furious and slammed the bag on the ground, scattering wheat grains all over the floor. He pointed at his pockmarked nose and cursed: "Do you want to die?!"

The other ministers finally couldn't bear it anymore and asked angrily:

"Moban, what do you mean by this attitude?!"

"You dare to cause trouble in the palace, are you impatient?!"

"If you don't feel comfortable with us during the Chinese New Year, just wait, I will impeach you immediately!"

Amid the angry scolding, Maban stared at the grains of wheat scattered on the ground and said angrily to Dylan: "Pick up the grains one by one!"

The ministers of the royal family belong to the direct line of the king, and have a halo of birth. They are also noble when meeting officials of the same level. Except for King Perseus, the king's left hand Sting, the king's right hand Lan Xian and other people who are absolutely aloof, no one else is a guest when meeting them.

Are you polite? Even the provincial governor would not be able to speak to them in a commanding tone.

Because of this, Moban's attitude directly aroused Dylan's anger. When had he ever been contradicted like this? He was so angry that he grabbed the apple on the table and smashed it.

"Pah!" The apple hit Pockmarked's forehead, splashing juice all over his face.

Maban was always an arrogant person with a straightforward temperament. This attack made him angry, and he actually jumped over the table and started fighting Dylan.

Everyone was shocked. A newly promoted local official dared to fight against the royal ministers! Such a ridiculous thing has not been seen in hundreds of years!

"Kill this ungrateful thing!" Although the ministers are usually very pampered and rarely exercise, they really can't beat the grassroots pockmark with their hands. However, they have the advantage of having more people. Dylan has just been pressed, everyone

They all gathered around and punched and kicked Maban.

Maban's two fists were no match for his four hands, and he was soon beaten to the point where he couldn't get up, and was kicked around on the ground like a ball.

The noise in the Nianci Warehouse quickly alerted the guards outside, but they saw a group of high-ranking ministers fighting inside. They couldn't figure out the cause for a while, and no one dared to step forward to start a fight, for fear of accidentally offending the big shot.

I could only watch there helplessly.

Solandel happened to be passing by here. She heard the noise and rushed over. As soon as she entered the door, she saw a smoky scene. She immediately shouted anxiously: "What are you doing?! Stop fighting! Stop fighting!!!"

Solandel's words were of some use. When everyone saw the princess coming, they all put down their sleeves and stood back. They all sneered and looked at the bruised nose and swollen pockmarks.

Maban's face was covered in blood after being beaten, his clothes were in tatters, and one of his shoes was flying off. He looked like a beggar on the street who had just been beaten. He was as embarrassed as he wanted. After he regained his composure, he

He was so angry that he wanted to rush over and fight Dylan, but Solandel stopped him with all his strength: "Stop fighting! What's going on?!"

Mabian pointed at Dylan and gritted his teeth and said, "He made the first move! He also wasted the grain. He dropped all the wheat on the ground here!"

Dylan crossed his arms on his chest and didn't even bother to say anything. He just breathed out coldly through his nose.

Solandel looked at the grains of wheat on the ground. Many of them had been trampled in the fight just now. Anger rose in her eyes. She pointed at the grains and said to Dylan: "Pick them up!"

This confused Dylan. He really didn't expect Solandel to actually help Mab, and he was stunned for a moment.

Solandel: "Hurry up!"

Dylan didn't want to quarrel with the princess, so he winked to the servants behind him and asked them to pick up the wheat.

But who would have thought that before the servant came forward, Solandel said again: "I want you to pick it up yourself!"

Dylan asked inexplicably: "Your Highness, doesn't it matter who picks it up? Why do I have to pick it up?"

Solandel said coldly: "I want you to pick up the grain bag you threw away!"

Dylan is not a coward, he also has a temper. Even if he doesn't openly confront Solandel, he is not weak in his heart.

What a joke, a little princess who has no official position and no power in her hands, why are you afraid of her? She will get angry when she is angry. Who can be moved when she is angry?

Even if the matter went to the king, and the worst was possible, would Perseus still punish his ministers for such trivial conflicts?

Dylan looked indifferent, deliberately hammered his waist, and said slowly: "Sorry, Your Highness, it's not that I don't want to pick it up. It's just that I have been busy with official duties recently and became ill from overwork. My waist is injured and I can't bend down."

Being pushed back so softly by Dylan, Solandel couldn't help but grit her teeth, but she had no choice but to stand there with her eyes downcast.

"Is there an injury on your waist? I see you were very energetic in the fight just now." A majestic voice sounded, and at some point, Lan Xian had already led someone in.

When everyone saw Lan Xian, they all nodded and bowed their eyebrows, saluting him.

Lan Xian glanced at the wheat on the ground, and then looked at Dylan: "Her Highness the Princess asked you to pick up wheat, why didn't you move? Do you think Her Majesty's words have no effect? ​​Pick it up!"

The king's right hand had already spoken, but Dylan didn't dare to say anything more. He quickly squatted on the ground and picked up the wheat. The other ministers were also very smart and helped Dylan pick it up.

After slapping the minister, Lan Xian looked at the embarrassed Mo Ban and said coldly: "You can't do such a small thing well. I really don't know what use you are. Go home and let others take over."

What else did Ma Ban want to say, when Solandel's deep voice came: "Mo Ban, let's go."

Mo Ban gritted his teeth, said nothing more, and followed Solandel's footsteps.

Just as Solandel left the Nianci Warehouse, Lan Xian's voice slowly came from behind: "Your Highness, you will be 15 years old after the New Year. I hope you are healthy and safe in the new year and make better friends.

Don’t always hang out with the unpopular.”
Chapter completed!