Although Fang Jifan has no power to tie a chicken, Fang Jifan’s disciples are not good at it.

It was there before.

Even Liu Wenshan had learned riding and shooting in Xishan Academy. Of course, he was far inferior to his junior brother Wang, but his strength was quite strong.

With a slap, the King of True La's eyes were filled with stars.

King Zhenla was stunned.

The scorching pain on his face and an unprecedented sense of shame had already filled his whole body.

He looked at Liu Wenshan incredibly.

After Liu Wenshan roared, his face was full of murderous aura, and the hand holding his shoulders still firmly controlled his body.

Then, he slapped his backhand.

Bang!

Another slap sounded.

King Zhenla whined.

Liu Wenshan controlled this 'green chicken' and was angry: "If a country is small but not low, if it is weak but not afraid of strength, if it is rude and insulting big neighbors, if it is greedy and stubborn but clumsy, it will be destroyed!"

"You...you dare..."

"I don't know it yet, and I'm so stupid!"

Bang...

Another slap.

Carrying this Zhenla King.

Liu Wenshan swung his arm, and he was waving his bow from left to right, and he slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and slapped his hands and

"It is one of the most serious crimes to resist China and treat Chinese envoys with a slow response!"

"Bang!"

"As a king, he does not know the sufferings of the people, and puts the people in the water and fire, and builds pagodas and seds with Buddhism. This is the second fault."

"Bang..."

Fine sweat had already oozed out of Liu Wenshan's forehead.

It can be seen that there is no deception to search for the mechanical knowledge of journals, and the effects of this force are mutual.

"Bang!"

"If you see small profits and forget the great righteousness and mint coins indiscriminately, this is the third fault."

King Zhenla's face was swollen.

Tears stumbled down.

These dozen slaps in the face made him look beyond recognition.

Liu Jin, who was standing behind him, was shocked.

I have been following my father for some years. In Liu Jin's heart, Liu Wenshan is a kind person who is free from the low level... Oh, no, Liu Wenshan is a kind person. When teaching knowledge, he is incisive and makes people feel like a spring breeze. When interacting with others, he is polite and humble. When treating himself, although he occasionally has a strict side, he has the spirit of an elder.

But now...

Damn... why do you have the same virtue as you uncles?

Just when Liu Jin was dumbfounded.

The five ministers of Zhenla were also shocked.

These dozens of slaps were slapped in the face.

It was not just the King of Zhenla, it was a slap in the face.

Finally, Ran Duolou reacted first.

He was resentful and even more frightened. He sternly said, "Fu Bohou, what are you doing?"

He shouted loudly.

The guards of Zhenla King outside the hall also arrived at the hall gate, and stood with their swords, and waited for an order to rush in.

The other four ministers also reacted, all of whom were full of anger, and someone was trying to rush forward.

King Zhenla was almost exhausted and confused.

But it was still controlled by Liu Wenshan.

Liu Wenshan looked calm on his face.

Let go of King Zhenla.

But... looking at his face, it seemed as if he was not hitting someone just now, but had a friendly and friendly meeting.

He only casually glanced at Ren Duolou and others.

He looked at Wang Wei, who was murderous outside the hall again.

Then, he carried his hands behind his back and said lightly: "Ran Duolou?"

He stared at Ben Duolou.

Ben Duolou sneered.

Liu Wenshan said slowly: "You are the leader of the five ministers. In Zhenla, you are a high-ranking and powerful person, and you control the army and horses of the royal capital. Today, your king is arrogant to the Chinese ministers. This is all related to your accomplice of the tiger. Why, you are dead and you are still not sure?"

Ren Duolou gritted his teeth and let out a cold snorted.

Liu Wenshan said word by word: "The family of Ru, which can be traced back to the Angkor period in Zhenla Kingdom, is rich in branches and leaves, and has 372 close relatives. In addition, its distant branches are spread throughout the Zhenla Kingdom, with more than 3,700 people. You have three sons and nine daughters. You have widely established industries in Zhenla Kingdom. People like you should be obedient, but you instigate King Zhenla to be rude and arrogant. Do you know your guilt?"

The beard was stunned on his face.

He didn't care about the crime when he asked for punishment. What he cared about was that he might not be able to know his own background. Liu Wenshan knew so clearly.

Suddenly... he felt a bad feeling in his heart.

"I look down on the great country, but I am the Ming Dynasty, and I am the one who owns the world. I am for China, with millions of armor and millions of ships, and tigers and men throwing whips and breaking the flow. Don't you know the allusion of Yelang's arrogance? Now your king dares to apologize to the ministers of China. This is so disrespectful, and it is unbearable. It is angering the Ming envoy, which is disrespectful to the emperor. The emperor was furious. With an imperial edict, a million troops will wait for the battle to wait for the dawn. Thousands of ships will be launched together. The king's army will defeat this city soon. Not only will the Zhenla ancestral temple be unable to be preserved, but your family will be destroyed in the evening, and the Manchus will be killed to serve as a warning to others."

As soon as this statement comes out.

Lin Duolou's heart skipped a beat.

The precedent of Jiaozhi is vivid in my mind.

Liu Wenshan doesn't seem to be lying.

Otherwise, how could you figure out all your details?

After all, Zhenla is a small country.

Not to mention, the Zhenla Kingdom has suffered a major disaster this time, the coins are depreciating day by day, and the lives are suffering. At this time, the Ming Dynasty only needs a partial teacher to level up Zhenla.

Destroy the entire clan.

Lang Duolou felt a little weak in his legs.

He was having a hard time talking.

There were doubts in my eyes.

Liu Wenshan's eyes were staring at Yan Duolou with a stern look. Yan Duolou quickly turned his gaze away and did not dare to look at him.

But... he seemed a little dissatisfied.

But this dissatisfaction and reluctance are just a joke in Liu Wenshan's eyes.

"I...I...'Ran Duolou instantly looked like a deflated ball.

His face was pale, and in his mind, there was a battle between heaven and man.

If you don’t save your king from death, you will certainly lose the trust of your king.

However, the consequences of offending Liu Wenshan seem even more terrifying.

Liu Wenshan smiled, as if he had ignored the beard Duolou, as if he had not taken the right-hand man of Zhenla King at all, and looked at Shemoling, one of the five ministers: "You are in charge of the name of Zhenla Kingdom. Among the five ministers, you have the lowest power and the weakest family, but you are the father-in-law of Zhenla King. You hope that your daughter will die tragically under the sword. Your nephew, the prince, not only cannot inherit the throne, but eventually becomes a prisoner, taken to the capital of the Ming Dynasty, and issue an edict to punish him. Will the Ming Zhengpai punish him?"

Shemoling opened his mouth and was silent.

Liu Wenshan said sternly: "You are the five ministers, and you should assist you with the king, serve the country and treat the people well. However, you only indulge in your lord, and this great crime should be punished!"

The word "Zhu" is exported.

It was clearly what Liu Wenshan said lightly, but it seemed to have magical power.

Looking at Liu Wenshan with a stern face, these five ministers were afraid for no reason.

Their backs were cold and their hair stood up.

Liu Wenshan suddenly pointed to a angrily guard leader at the door of the hall and said, "More, you are the chief of the Zhenla King's imperial guards and do your duty. It is natural that you are insulting me. Now, if you are insulting me, you are listed outside, how dare you offend the envoy?"

Standing at the door, the burly guard chief was Moore.

Moore was also full of righteous indignation.
To be continued...