Chapter 2139: Swift and Resolute Action

Yan Dajian covered his nose, and the clerk next to him held a towel in his hand.

The blood kept dripping, and the atmosphere was a little weird.

Yan Dajiancai and Fang Xing took a trip to Shandong, which was considered a half-comradeship.

The relationship between Meng Ying and Fang Xing was neither far nor close, and they were a bit unfamiliar.

Fang Xing's nose twitched and he said, "I haven't been in battle for a long time. I'm irritable. I want to draw a knife and stab someone when I smell blood, so I'd better block it first."

Yan Dajian took the towel and covered his nostrils, and then someone got another wet towel to cover the back of his neck.

The doctor came in. He first checked Yan Dajian's nose bones, and then said easily: "The bones are not broken, it's a small matter."

Yan Dajian sat there expressionlessly, treating his wounds.

Hu Xi woke up with Fang, and asked Meng Ying: "Marquis Baoding, what's the deep hatred?"

This is counterattack.

Fang Xing was trying to excuse Meng Ying by saying he was irritable.

The results of the doctor's examination were also discouraging, and there was no excuse for a violent attack.

Meng Ying said with a straight face: "Nother's chattering and procrastination."

Hu Hui asked in surprise: "Is this the reason for taking action?"

"certainly!"

Fang Xing took his side without hesitation, "If we were in the army, these people would have been dealt with by military law. If it were a war, they might be stabbed and reported to the army."

Hu Bi was stunned, but knew that Fang Xing would not lie.

He glanced at Yan Dajian and complained secretly in his heart.

You said you were just putting it off, waiting for the 'experts' to slowly rummage through the pile of old papers. Anyway, there has been no auspicious time recently. As long as the decision-making power is firmly in the hands of the Ministry of Rites, the rest is free.

He knew that Yan Dajian provoked Meng Ying, but Yan Dajian used his knowledge to attack Meng Ying. In the eyes of him and the civil servants, it was a good job. Who would stop it?

But you are still provocative today. This is too...so complacent, right?

Yan Dajian's nose was blocked, so he didn't defend himself, just bowed and stood on the edge.

This means being discerning and not causing trouble to the superior officer.

Fang Xing felt that these official tactics were a bit disgusting. He wanted to sit down, but when he saw that the chair was covered with Yan Dajian's nosebleeds, he pointed at the chair.

A clerk came in to change the chair. Taking this opportunity, Hu Xi invited Fang Xing out to talk.

Hu Hui is a bit mysterious in everyone's eyes. From the time when Emperor Wen was the emperor, he was like a dragon but never saw its end. Later, he settled in the Ministry of Rites, but he was nowhere to be seen.

If such a person is unpredictable, no one would dare to mess with him.

But in Fang Xing's eyes, there was no mystery. If there had been, Emperor Wen would have chopped Hu Ming into pieces with one knife, so as not to cause trouble to his descendants.

Seeing that Fang Xing was indifferent, Hu Bi said: "This matter is big or small, Uncle Xinghe... you know that this matter can only be dealt with by the Ministry of Rites."

Fang Xing asked, "Who gave you these ideas? No, who is encouraging you?"

Hu Xi said without any hesitation: "Each ministry has... Xinghebo..."

Fang Xing raised his head and looked at him. Hu Xi thought about it and said: "From the beginning of martial arts, civil and military officials began to confront each other. When it came to the Martyrs' Shrine, the civil servants gave in. But... one cannot always give in. There is no such thing in the world, so The ceremony must be drawn up by the Ministry of Rites, and Hu promises not to belittle it..."

He was a little worried and Fang Xing went crazy.

Meng Ying had insufficient evidence, and few Wu Xun were willing to come forward for this.

But if Fang Xing gets angry, the martial arts heroes will have a leader, and then they will fight with the Ministry of Rites with full force. Otherwise, it will be a full-scale martial arts show.

Fang Xing frowned slightly, as if he had encountered something difficult.

“Etiquette does not need to be complex or complicated, that will only make people sleepy.”

Hu Xi disagreed and said: "Uncle Xinghe, the etiquette is great..."

“Can’t cook it in one pot?”

Fang Xing said expressionlessly: "Then two pots!"

"Xinghebo..."

Hu Hui and Fang Xing had crossed paths several times, but they didn't have a deep friendship.

At this moment, Fang Xing turned his back, and Hu Hu couldn't help but said helplessly: "This can't be based on your own motivation!"

Fang Xing said disapprovingly: "I will enter the palace right now.

Let's see, this matter is a matter for martial artists. If some martial artists are called into the palace, Fang will make a suggestion. If he agrees with it, he will do it. If he doesn't agree with it, he will leave it alone. "

…

The Ministry of Rites originally wanted to delay it for about a month and find an auspicious time. But Fang Xing came forward and gathered Zhang Fu and others into the palace to meet the saint. It only took half an hour to finalize the etiquette of the Martyrs' Shrine.

The news that Yan Dajian was beaten by Meng Ying also spread, and the reputation of the domineering warrior became even louder.

"Just one punch?"

An Lun is warming himself by the fire.

The weather is a bit cold, but wearing a cotton robe will keep you warm enough.

Wearing a cotton robe, he put his hands on the charcoal basin, sniffed, and sighed: "The Marquis of Baoding is so reckless!"

The stall owner who came to report the matter also thought so. He said: "Eunuch, the Marquis of Baoding has been fined a rank and salary by Your Majesty!"

An Lun sighed again and waved his hand.

After the stall owner left, An Lun went to the row of cabinets, took out a file, opened it, and made some changes in it.

——The Marquis of Baoding is at odds with his concubine brother!

But originally what was written here was: The Marquis of Baoding and the concubine are in harmony!

It was just one stroke, but it eliminated Meng Ying's crisis.

Meng Xian, who had been missing for a long time, still lingers, and the name of treason is still hanging on his head, while Meng Ying has the label of 'brother suspected of treason' on her head.

An Lun put the file back, sat back on the edge of the charcoal basin, looked at the red-hot charcoal, and murmured: "Why didn't you break the bones?"

…

"Master, what are you asking for?"

When Yan Dajian's wife got home, she couldn't help but get angry when she saw his appearance. After asking clearly, she asked someone to cook some nourishing dishes, and she started complaining.

"There are plenty of people to do the affairs of the court. Take the Ministry of Rites for example. Hu Yi is an old fox. He has been sneaking and playing tricks since Emperor Wen was in power. I don't know who to look for, and I don't know if he found anyone, but he was promoted faster than you, Master! It shows that being an official! You still have to be liked by the emperor..."

Yan Dajian numbly let his wife take off his clothes and wash his face.

The blood scabs on his face were softened by warm water, and then they were peeled off one by one, and then rubbed vigorously.

His wife rubbed for a while, then looked up and asked: "Husband, does it hurt?"

Yan Dajian's eyes were calm, as if his spirit had been separated from his body.

"Prepare water."

He felt that his whole body was smelly and he needed to take a bath to get rid of the smell.

His wife was very virtuous, a rare virtuous one.

The wooden barrel was filled with hot water, and the steam was rising.

Yan Dajian was soaking in the wooden barrel, and the water vapor gradually blurred his face.

He was smiling, and his smiling face looked a little ferocious.

He was smiling, and his smile was very comfortable.

"Good fight! Good fight!"

He gently slapped the water surface and groaned comfortably.

He looked through the mist, his eyes were bright, and there was no dullness in the daytime.

"Fight, this punch will be my success, and people will praise me for my might and indomitable spirit, and His Majesty will think that I am tactful and not entangled. No matter who sees me, I am just doing my duty..."

"If you want to complain about your grievances after being beaten... That's a fool! What if His Majesty is forced to deal with Meng Ying? It's just a momentary pleasure, and a wise man won't do it!"

In the water vapor, the face was ferocious, gradually blurred, and the voice gradually blurred...