Quick Transmigration Little Ancestor: Crazy Criticism The Villain Kneeling and Begging For My Forgiv

Chapter 242
Above the court, there are three factions.

Except for the faction of the left minister who was looking for trouble every day and trying to control the Muting court, the rest were idle civil servants headed by the right minister, and the other one was Shen Yunchu and the others.

The generals are all simple-minded and don't like to be involved in disputes. They only want to serve the country and make military exploits.

Therefore, Shen Yunchu, the undefeated god of war, was almost the object of their admiration, and the civil officials headed by the left minister in the entire court disliked him.

The first day Shen Yun appeared, all the people present were frightened by his murderous aura and froze in place.

Especially when they saw the long sword in his hand, they were all dumbfounded and gasped at the same time!
God!

This is actually His Majesty's exclusive sword!
His Majesty actually handed over the sword to Shen Yunchu? !

Zuo Xiang's whole body went limp in an instant, and he sat slumped on the ground. No one behind him dared to help him, and they all lowered their heads and dared not look at Shen Yunchu for a moment.

It was still morning, and the vast sky seemed to be covered by a gray curtain.

Depressed and low, everyone held their breath and concentrated, not daring to take a breath.

Not to mention Zuo Xiang, who had been locked by Shen Yunchu's eyes all the time, his face was pale with fear, his cheeks were covered with beads of sweat, and he was trembling like a sieve.

Prime Minister Zuo tightly squeezed his robe, trying to stand up, but he was stared at by his murderous eyes so that he couldn't move at all!
He had a premonition that Shen Yunchu would never let it go this time!
Looking at his face like a living hell king, Zuo Xiang's heartbeat almost stopped suddenly, and he said with trembling lips, "How dare you openly carry a saber in the court!"

He tried to cover up his inner panic with arrogance, but he didn't know that it didn't work at all.

On the contrary, it makes people think that he is really funny.

Shen Yunchu slowly pulled out the sword, and said in a mellow and deep voice: "It seems that Zuo Quite is really old and confused."

As soon as the sword was unsheathed, the dazzling cold light made Zuo Xiang unable to open his eyes.

His body froze suddenly, and then his head tilted and he passed out.

The air instantly became silent
The audience was in an uproar, and no one dared to step forward to check the situation of Prime Minister Zuo.

Shen Yunchu stood with his back to the light, his robes were messed up by the wind, his light-colored eyes suppressing killing intent were full of contempt.

Gee.

Useless old stuff.

Putting away the sword, Shen Yunchu raised his head and looked around: "Come here, send Prime Minister Zuo back to the mansion, and you are not allowed to enter the palace without being summoned by His Majesty!"

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar again. They didn't dare to say anything, and almost fell to their knees in fright from his powerful oppressive feeling.

Especially the few who were close to Prime Minister Zuo on weekdays, they all hid in inconspicuous corners like quails panting.

Not far away, Eunuch Li came forward with a flattering smile: "General Shen, Your Majesty asked my servant to come over and ask you if you are done."

He kept bowing his body with a respectful look, his peripheral vision slowly scanned the pale faces of the surrounding ministers, and the corners of his mouth were raised even more.

Sure enough, only General Shen can control this group of self-righteous ministers!

Shen Yunchu lowered his head and glanced at him, then directly threw Mu Ting's sword to him: "Okay, let's go."

He strode forward, wearing a black court uniform to fully demonstrate his inherent powerful aura, giving people a daunting sense of oppression.

The sword seemed light, but in fact it weighed tens of catties. Eunuch Li followed bitterly while holding it, almost being crushed several times...

Before they came back, Muting was the first to learn of what happened just now.

Gently throwing out a memorial, Mu Ting leaned on the back of the chair and laughed wantonly: "Good job! I knew that group of old things were no match for Ah Chucai at all!"

"Left Prime Minister, that old man, should be struck by a thunderbolt from the sky!"

Every time Zuoxiang Muting is mentioned, there is a feeling of gnashing of teeth, as if he has some deep hatred with him.

But it is true.

If Prime Minister Zuo hadn't insisted on him coming back to inherit the throne, he would still be a handsome prince freely employed in the desert.

Mu Ting couldn't help feeling sad every time he thought of the chic and unrestrained life in the past.

Especially when he was faced with the mountain of memorials in front of him, he wanted to die.

I'm so bored!
All day long, if you have nothing to do, you will know to disobey his decision!
Who is the king of a country, who is the emperor!

The more Mu Ting thought about it, the more angry he overturned the desk, causing all the surrounding palace people to kneel down suddenly, their bodies trembling.

The huge movement attracted Kong Qing's attention, she bit the pastry and walked over slowly, just in time to meet Shang Muting's furious expression.

The moment Mu Ting met her eyes, she suddenly felt very nervous, and a thin layer of sweat immediately broke out on her back.

Ever since he was sensible, the pastor had hated the late emperor and his heirs, so he went to the frontier early to practice.

After the former empress passed away, Muting completely cut off contact with the capital.

So much so that he didn't know how to face the empty blue in front of him.

One big and one small looked at each other for a while, but no one spoke.

In the end, Kong Qing bit the pastry and asked innocently, "Brother Huang, what's the matter with you?"

The little girl like a snow elf walked forward with cheerful steps, held Mu Ting's hand and stuffed the half-eaten pastry into Mu Ting's hand.

She raised her head high, her light pink eyes flickered, bright and clear: "When Niang Niang is unhappy, just eat some sweets. This snack is super delicious. Brother Huang, please try it!"

Her eyes were clear and pure without any impurities, like a lake washed by rain in the morning.

Looking at her, Mu Ting slowly felt an indescribable feeling, warm and sweet.

Even though she ate half of the cakes, Mu Ting still ate them all with a smile, then bent down and picked her up, pinching the tip of her nose affectionately: "It's really sweet, but it's not as sweet as Ah Shu's smile." .”

Kong Qing: "Huh?"

She tilted her head pretending to be puzzled, and slightly frowned her eyebrows, which were neither deep nor light: "Is Ah Shu's smile sweet too?"

Mu Ting hugged her and sat down on the edge of the desk that had been tidied up by the palace people, his brows were full of tenderness towards her: "Yes, Ah Shu's smile is sweeter than all the desserts in the world."

The moment he looked at her, Mu Ting suddenly stopped being angry.

Because if Prime Minister Zuo hadn't forced him to come back, he wouldn't have learned that his biological sister was still alive.

Let alone reunite with her, let her escape from the sea of ​​suffering and live a happy life.

Thinking of the sufferings Baby Sister had suffered, Mu Ting felt even more resentful, and couldn't help but tighten his hands holding her.

Damn!

They're all a bunch of selfish things!

One day, sooner or later, he will wipe out those court moths and make them pay a terrible price!
Mu Ting's thoughts are really obvious, Kong Qing can see it at a glance, she looks very cute in his arms, just like a lifeless snow elf.

The whole body is white and flawless, extremely beautiful, but at the same time it gives people a haggard and morbid aesthetic feeling.

　I originally wanted to write more yesterday, but because the meeting chapter was locked, I didn’t dare to continue writing. Today I can write as much as I can! QQ
　　
　
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