Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

"Chen Shaofu, don't be impulsive."

"Song Mo is the direct descendant of Mo Sheng."

Xianglixi persuaded anxiously.

"I don't care whose descendant he is."

Chen Qing glanced at him sideways, and said coldly: "The murderer will always be killed."

"Song Mo, you are very brave."

"This official is the nine ministers of the imperial court, and is a royal in-law."

"If you kill me, the Mo family will be destroyed in an instant!"

"You are still the descendant of Sage Mo, do you want to watch the Mo family destroy their family?"

Song Mo knew that the thing in Chen Qing's hands must be a powerful hidden weapon.

He swallowed dryly, and said bravely: "A certain family was entrusted by someone and had to do it. It just so happens that it happened to hit your hand today, and it deserves to die."

"You do it."

Chen Qing couldn't help laughing.

Song Mo's skills are outstanding, if he is caught off guard, he might really let the other party splatter five steps with blood, leaving his name in history.

"Young Master Chen, there may be some misunderstanding."

"The descendants of Sage Mo are definitely not people who don't know right from wrong, so please ask for clarification before making a decision."

Xianglixi pleaded for Song Mo again.

The ancestors of Mo Sheng Yu Xiangli's family had the grace of passing on art and teaching, how could he watch Song Mo die in front of him?

"Old Mo, I will give you a chance."

"Tell me who ordered you, and I can let you go."

Chen Qing pointed the gun barrel at him, and blew on the fire.

"A certain family is the one who is greedy for life and afraid of death!"

Song Mo stood up abruptly, staring intently at Chen Qing, as if about to pounce on him.

Xiangli hurried out, leaning his body to stand in front of Chen Qing.

"Wait a minute!"

He opened his arms wide, and sternly scolded: "Chen Shaofu built a waterwheel to save the people from the hardship of grinding noodles. He developed gunpowder to resist the invasion of the Huns. It is a great contribution to the country and the people!"

"Since you are the descendant of Sage Mo, how can you not distinguish between loyal and traitorous, and do such an act of killing the virtuous!"

"If that's the case... don't blame the old man for cleaning up the sect for Mo Sheng regardless of his fellowship!"

It was time for dinner, and most of Qin Mo's craftsmen ate next door.

After hearing the quarrel here, many people gathered at the door to look around.

As long as Xiang Lixi gave an order, Song Mo would be caught with bare hands, no matter how skilled in martial arts he was.

"virtuous?"

Song Mo was a little confused.

That's not what he heard!

Chen Qing is obviously a treacherous and evil person, and his crimes are too numerous to describe.

How come Xiangli Xi's mouth, but completely reversed.

"It seems that Yishi Song was also deceived by traitors."

"Just ask around in Xianyang City, ask the people in Qianshou, what kind of person is Chen Qing, who assists His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"If someone says that this official is wrong, this official will not say anything else, and the head will be taken away by you."

Chen Qing said solemnly.

As long as the edict to abolish severe punishment is issued, Fusu's reputation will surely flourish.

Song Mo seems to be straightforward, and he doesn't understand the situation in Xianyang.

No matter who he asks for, can there still be bad people assisting the prince?

"A certain..."

Song Mo pondered for a long time, bowed and said, "If it's really a certain family's fault, I'll leave it up to you to deal with it."

Chen Qing waved his musket in the direction of the door, "Let's go."

Song Mo nodded, got up and left.

Qin Mo's craftsmen saw his stalwart figure and his aura, so they subconsciously made way for him.

"Thank you, Young Master Chen, for your mercy."

Xiangli Xi Chang breathed a sigh of relief and said gratefully.

"Daddy."

Xiangli Ling hurried over and jumped into the door from the side, holding a sharp short blade covered with fish scales tightly in her hand: "Chen Lang, are you okay?"

"Where was the murderer just now?"

Not knowing who went to the kitchen to pass the news, she was frightened and ran to save her.

"A Ling, don't be rude."

"That's the descendant of Sage Mo!"

Xiangli Xi reprimanded severely.

"I don't care who he is, if you want to harm Chen Lang, you can't keep him!"

Xiangli Ling said fiercely.

Chen Qing laughed heartily.

Having a wife like this, what can a husband ask for?

"A Ling, if you kill him, we won't have any fish to eat in the future."

Chen Qing said meaningfully.

Song Mo has an upright personality, is not afraid of life and death, and dares to go thousands of miles to Xianyang to kill people. He is really a talent!

Whoever will form a death feud with him in the future, there must be someone to do things for him.

Chapter 179 How can Daqin become stronger without paying money?

Xiang Liling guessed that Chen Qing probably cherished his talents and wanted to take Song Mo for his own use, so he gave up.

"Chen Lang, are you okay?"

"Sorry, I surprised you just now."

She put down the dagger and said shamefully.

"I am fine."

"It's not enough to be frightened, I am the one who frightened you, Ah Ling."

Chen Qing looked at each other jokingly.

"I……?"

Xiangli Ling didn't understand what he meant, his heart skipped a beat when he saw his aggressive gaze, and she hurriedly lowered her head.

"Is that fish ready?"

"Your father and I still have important matters to discuss, we will talk while eating later."

Chen Qing put the musket back into the box and said calmly.

Xiangli Xi sighed: "A Ling, go get busy."

He thought to himself, he had to find a way to find Song Mo's trace, in case the other party made a big mistake.

In the past, Mo Sheng traveled around the world, and his followers were like clouds, what a sight.

Unexpectedly, the younger generation would be reduced to the point of licking blood on the edge of a knife.

It's really embarrassing.

late at night.

Chen Qing was full of wine and food, and was staggered to be helped home.

"Drink again!"

"Mr. Xiangli, let's continue drinking."

"I don't believe I can't drink you anymore."

He reeked of alcohol and yelled unhappily.

The glutinous rice wine tastes soft and slightly sweet, and it tastes like a drink.

Chen Qing originally planned to take advantage of the drinking capacity he had trained in later generations to put his father-in-law down, and then secretly stay in Xiangli Ling's room.

Unexpectedly, Dahai Bowl drank three or four bowls in a row, and Xiangli Xi's face was neither red nor heartbeat, but he was drunk.

In a daze, someone put himself on the bed and thoughtfully took off his official boots.

"A Ling, are you here?"

"I knew you hated me."

Chen Qing opened his dim drunken eyes, and a soft and beautiful female figure swayed in front of his eyes.

"come over."

He hooked his hands: "Let me feel if the melon is ripe."

"grown ups."

Reba whispered, "You're drunk, I'll get some water to wipe your face."

Chen Qing shook his head: "Wipe your face, I want to touch the melon."

"What is a melon?"

Seeing him grinning, Reba was drooling, and picked up a square handkerchief to wipe it off.

"Isn't that what it is!"

"You're still pretending to be confused."

Chen Qing suddenly leaned up, hugged him in his arms, and skillfully stretched his big hands in through the opening of the skirt.

"Ah~"

Caught off guard, Reba fell into his arms in a panic, and subconsciously grabbed Chen Qing's arm.

"My lord, let me go."

"Don't let it go!"

Chen Qing touched it twice, and said doubtfully, "Why has my muskmelon shrunk?"

Reba panicked, and while the other party was in a daze, he struggled to break free from his restraints.

"A Ling, don't go."

"Your Majesty has already given you a marriage. Pick a good day and auspicious day, and I will marry you."

"Today I was shocked, and I have to make up for it, so that you will be surprised once again."

Chen Qing was limp as mud, struggling to get up and continue entanglement.

But he couldn't control his hands and feet, and after several futile attempts, he lay crookedly on the couch, unable to even sit up.

Reba tidied up the front of his clothes, and the place where the cloth rubbed against his skin was hot and painful.

Chen Qingjiu's energy was on the rise, but he didn't know how serious to strike.