The beginning of the king guards the Great Wall

boom!

Zhao Zhenghao smashed the blue bricks with one foot, and the knife in his palm tore through the air, slashing fiercely at the arm pinching his son.

boom!

The air wave shuddered, and the music art workshop of Nuo Da shook up and down, and the faces of everyone present changed drastically.

Zhao Zhenghao took a few steps back, his whole arm was numb from the shock, and the side of his palm was bluish purple.

He looked up, his eyes shocked.

He was at the peak of gold, and that young man remained motionless, relying only on physical strength to receive his full blow, and even wounded him back.

This person's strength is definitely above mine, at least platinum. . .Zhao Zhenghao immediately changed his attitude, and said politely: "Little friend, if you have something to say, please let the dog go first?"

If he didn't let go, Zhao Zhen would suffocate to death.

Jiang Ming looked at the fat pig in his hand, and threw it expressionlessly.

It's meaningless to slap a dude in the face, Jiang Ming's goal was the backbone of the Zhao family from the beginning.

Seeing his son being thrown out like trash, Zhao Zhenghao twitched his cheeks, trying not to get angry.

"My little friend, the dog has offended me, and I apologize to you on his behalf."

To be able to serve in the court, Zhao Zhenghao still has brains.

In this situation, it is meaningless to argue about who is right and who is wrong. If you can't win, then just apologize.

Furthermore, the man in front of him is already a Platinum Warrior at a young age, so he would not believe that there is no big force behind him to support him.

There is no shame in apologizing to such a person.

Jiang Ming shook his head and said, "It's not for me, it's for this Hongye girl."

Zhao Zhenghao was taken aback for a moment, his eyes shifted to the beautiful young woman, and he blurted out: "This is your wife?"

Jiang Ming: "No."

Zhao Zhenghao asked again: "Is that your sister?"

Jiang Ming: "No."

If you are not a wife or a sister, but you are willing to offend officials because of her, then you are a concubine, tsk tsk, people should not be judged by appearances. . . .Zhao Zhenghao gave him a strange look.

Jiang Ming's cheeks twitched, feeling that he was insulted.

"Put away your wild thoughts, Miss Hongye is the concubine here, and she just met me by chance."

"Yi Ji?" Zhao Zhenghao frowned, his voice full of disdain: "Then I can't apologize to her!"

If it was an ordinary woman, he would apologize, but Yi Ji would never do it.

The status of Yi Ji is very mysterious. In the Le Yi Fang, they are the objects of men's vying to please, but outside the Le Yi Fang, they are the broken shoes in people's mouth, even more despicable than slaves.

"I am Zhao Zhenghao, a dignified fifth-rank official, a golden warrior, and the Zhao family is even more famous, and I have been an official for generations."

"It's impossible for me to apologize to a despicable Yi Ji!"

Zhao Zhenghao flatly refused.

If he really apologized, not only his own face, but also that of his ancestors would be lost.

Isn't Yiji a human being? Can Yiji bully at will? . .Jiang Ming's face darkened.

Seeing this, Hong Ye hurriedly tugged at his arm, and said in a weak voice, "My lord, forget it, I'm just a concubine with no status, how can I accept an apology from a fifth-rank official."

She lowered her head when she spoke, not wanting others to see the grievance and tears in her eyes.

Yi Ji has no status, so she can only endure being bullied.

Just like today, without Jiang Ming, she would not be able to escape Zhao Zhen's humiliation.

If she said that she didn't want Zhao Zhen and his son to apologize, it would be a lie, but there was no one to support them, so they couldn't afford to offend them.

"You're sensible." Zhao Zhenghao looked at Hongye, and said with a sneer, "You bastard, are you worthy of my apology?"

Hongye lowered her head, bit her lip hard, and wanted to cry because of her grievance.

It's so annoying. . .Marco Polo clenched his fists tightly. If the opponent was not an official from the DPRK and China, he would have punched hard at anything.

The art girls of Le Yi Fang had wet eyes at the same time. They all had similar experiences, and they longed for fair treatment in their hearts.

The rest of the spectators sighed, secretly scolding Zhao Zhen and his son for being unreasonable, even bullying weak women.

"Apologize."

At this time, a deep voice sounded.

The voice was not loud, but there was a hint of anger.

It was Jiang Ming.

"Impossible." Zhao Zhenghao confronted each other, refusing to budge.

He is not as good as Jiang Ming in terms of combat power, but he is not to the point where he needs to obey orders.

The Zhao family has been operating in Chang'an for hundreds of years, and they still have some background. Zhao Zhenghao doesn't believe that Jiang Ming will completely tear apart his face with the Zhao family for a lowly Yi Ji.

But Jiang Ming did just that.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes extremely indifferent.

With heavy footsteps, everyone only heard the crack of the floor, followed by Zhao Zhen's plump body suddenly kneeling down without warning.

With a thump, his knees smashed a round hole on the ground, Zhao Zhen struggled with all his strength, but it seemed that someone was holding his neck tightly.

On the other side, although the golden peak warrior did not kneel down, he was also bent over by invisible pressure.

Zhao Zhenghao was shocked and angry, as if there was an extra mountain on his back.

He trembled, gritted his teeth and insisted, staring at Jiang Ming fiercely, and said in a threatening tone: "Are you sure you want to offend the entire Zhao family for this woman?"

Since he alone is not enough to threaten platinum-level fighters, Zhao Zhenghao deliberately emphasized the entire Zhao family.

The only response to him was indifference and increasing pressure.

"Apologize!"