broken!Li Er's son turned out to be a hidden boss

"Fake, it's all fake!"

"Who are you?"

"The Xiaogui army is clearly following Li Wenhao's son in Goguryeo, so don't play tricks."

"Qinglong, you guys hurry up and snatch the fourth prince back, are you desperate?"

At this time, Master Zhang was still screaming hysterically, as if unwilling to believe that what was happening before him was true.

"Master Zhang, my Li family treats your Zhang family well, right?"

"Why do you collude with foreigners to destroy our Han family?"

Li Wenhao came out in battle armor and directly told Master Zhang to shut up. At this time, this man's face was as ugly as a dead mother.

"Li Wenhao..."

"Li Tai, you lied to me so badly."

"A little bit!!!"

"I am a fool, and blame others for being too smart?"

"Stupid!"

Li Tai rode his pony and stood beside Li Wenhao, making faces at Mr. Zhang.

"Qingque, don't swear!"

Li Wenhao frowned, Li Tai quickly shut up.

"This is the end of the matter, tell me, how did you contact those foreigners, what is your contact information, tell me, I will give you a happy time."

"happy?"

"Li Wenhao, do you think you are sure to win?"

"The million-strong army from the Western Regions is probably already on the border. The 30 troops who want to come to the sea have also arrived?"

"So what if I die here today?"

"Tomorrow, 30 troops will attack the city, won't you die here?"

After Mr. Zhang figured it out, he was open-minded. He pulled out the sword at his waist and prepared to kill himself. However, how could Li Wenhao let such a big traitor die so peacefully?
Whoosh!
A spiked arrow pierced through his arm, and then Li Wenhao pointed with his spear.

The torrent of steel transformed into the owl ghost army rushed out directly.

"It's over!"

This was the thought in everyone's mind. The moment they saw Li Wenhao, the timid ones started to pee their pants.

"Everyone, grab them and lock them up for me, don't let them die."

"I'll go back and have a good chat with them!"

Li Wenhao gritted his molars and said, he hates it so much!

It’s not his fault. After all, everyone has played with pesticides. It’s not the most irritating thing to lose head-on. The most irritating thing is that you win the fight head-on, and then your home is stolen by Han Xin...

Isn't his current situation that his house was almost stolen?

Fortunately, he was well-informed, rushed back first, and deployed heavy troops, otherwise, I'm afraid he didn't even know how he died.

"Bring those two Persians."

Two blond-haired and blue-eyed Persians were brought in front of Li Wenhao. They raised their necks with dissatisfaction on their faces and spoke unintelligible birdsong. Li Wenhao seemed to hear it vaguely, FU...

"I'm damn... scolding me?"

"Lu Wenzhao, find someone to teach him our Tang etiquette."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The corner of Lu Wenzhao's mouth curled into a sneer, and he whispered something in the ear of Jin Yiwei Qianhu who was beside him, and Qianhu ran out quickly.

After a while, a pale man in a flying fish suit walked in with a gloomy expression.

The first impression that this person gives when he walks in is that it is dark. In the TV series, it is the existence of the character of the big devil.

"Chen, Song Ci, I have met Your Highness."

"Song Ci?"

Isn't this the ancestor of forensic medicine?

But what's with this pale face?

"Song Ci, are you healthy?"

"Return to Your Highness, no problem. I have been dealing with corpses for a long time recently, and I have some dead breath on my body. It's okay, it's okay."

Although he said so, Song Ci looked at everyone as if he was looking at a dead person, and it might take some time to recover.

He is not like Li Wenhao on the battlefield who despises everything and treats everyone as a chicken and a dog. He is really not used to human society after dealing with dead people for a long time.

"Song Ci, His Highness asked you to teach these two people the etiquette of our Great Tang."

"teach?"

Song Ci shook his head, "Your Highness, Song Ci is a master, teaching people, we can't, but we should make them obedient."

I saw Song Ci asked the assistant behind him to bring a box over, and then put on a pair of special gloves, an apron and a hat. He didn't look like a forensic doctor, but a cook.

"Your Highness, it's an ugly show, and the next one will be bloody..."

"Qingque, go play in the back!"

Except for Li Tai who didn't crawl out of the pile of dead people present, Li Wenhao was also curious after getting Li Tai away, what kind of abilities this Song Ci has.

"Your Highness, you are making a fool of yourself."

"Hey Hey!"

"I've been dissecting dead people before, but this is the first time I have dissected a living person, and it's a foreigner."

"Tie him to the chair for me."

A unique chair was moved over, and one of the Persian envoys was tied to it, and Song Ci took out a small knife that was shining coldly.

"Your Highness, this knife is called the tendon-breaking knife. It is specially used to cut off the joints of people. With one stroke, the meridian will be severed. The barb in front of the knife can directly hook out the bones of the joints. It is usually used on dead people. It is the first time to use it on a living person today, if there is any change, please forgive me, Your Highness."

"fine!"

Li Wenhao looked at Song Ci curiously, only to see that Song Ci ordered someone to strip off the Persian's coat, reached out and touched his knee twice, and went down very quickly with a knife.

The sloppy knife almost made Li Wenhao think that Song Ci was taking revenge, but after only a moment, Li Wenhao gave in.

When Song Ci drew the knife, he really brought a whole piece of bone with him. From the perspective of later generations, it was probably the knee joint.

"It turns out that you are human too!"

Song Ci looked at the bloody bones, smiled and nodded.

"Your Highness, I'm going to start next."

Seeing Song Ci slashing down a few times, the bound Persian's knee was immediately empty, but on the small table in front of Song Ci, there were several neat bones.

"Your Highness, look, this is a human kneecap."

"The minister has now taught him the etiquette of my Great Tang."

Li Wenhao waved his hand, someone put the man down, and then the man knelt straight on the ground.

"You guys, can you speak Tang dialect?"

Li Wenhao asked pretending not to know, and on the other side, Song Ci took out a small knife again.

"Your Highness, this knife is specially used to take out people's tongues. During the autopsy, some people's tongues stick out when they die, so they have to be taken out."

Song Ci said with a smile, but it is not clear whether what he said is true.

Now Li Wenhao feels that Song Ci is more like an executioner than a gangster.

"Yes, yes, I can speak Tang dialect!"

"Prince of the Tang Dynasty, if you have something to say that the two armies will fight without beheading the envoy, you let me go."

The Persian envoy who could still speak said stiffly.

"Song Ci, I don't think he can speak!"

"Don't worry, Your Highness, I understand..."