Da Qin: the Identity of My Eldest Son Has Been Discovered

Ying Lei frowned, feeling that the official's words went too far.

Li Si and Meng Tian's expressions were stagnant, and a cold light flashed in their eyes.

Moreover, the young man in Chinese clothes obviously knew Li Simengtian.

Although everyone sometimes has different political opinions, such a humiliation of Chi Guoguo is a bit shameful.

Qin Xuan pulled the sleeves of the two who were about to reprimand.

He smiled nonchalantly and said, "It doesn't matter, what this lord said is the truth."

The mustache official saw that the other party showed weakness, and his heart was even more proud.

He laughed loudly: "Hahaha, count you as acquainted!"

Meng Tian's eyes widened, and he was about to reprimand.

Others don't know, but he clearly knows.

This is the eldest son of Da Qin!

How dare you speak rudely to the eldest son, this is the rhythm of death!

Li Si narrowed his eyes, took a deep look, and there was a fierce light in his eyes.

Moustache shrank his neck in fright at the eyes of the two.

Thinking of the support of the Ying clan behind him, the timidity in his heart disappeared a lot.

suddenly

The palace door opened, and a temple man stretched his tone.

"All the ministers enter the hall~!"

The previous court was a major event, and everyone did not dare to delay.

Immediately, hundreds of people began to enter the hall.

Wang Jian, Marquis of Wucheng, turned his head to take a deep look, and strode into the hall.

Wang Ben followed closely.

The father and son have always kept a low profile.

Qin Xuan followed the crowd and sneezed as he brushed shoulders with the mustache.

"Ahh~!"

Immediately, he bowed apologetically: "I got cold last night, I'm sorry."

"Humph!"

Moustache snorted coldly and fanned his sleeves in disgust.

Ying Xi stood aside and shook his head.

This mustache is obviously trying to win over the relationship with the Ying clan, but his words and actions are too much.

The moustache raised his chin proudly, and was happy to speak for the imperial family.

But a little waiter, don't take it to heart.

"Jun Weiyang, General, please!"

The moustache bent down flatteringly and stretched out his hand, and the other hand scratched his neck subconsciously.

all of a sudden

Three bloodstains were caught.

Moustache didn't seem to notice, and felt his arm itching, and scratched hard through his clothes.

For a moment, the whole body became extremely itchy.

That kind of bone-eating itching is like going deep into the bone marrow, I can't wait to scratch the skin off!

In just a moment, blood marks were scratched on the neck and the back of the hand.

Ying Lei's eyes widened in surprise: "Stop, don't scratch, if you scratch again, there will be no good skin!"

"itch……!"

Moustache scratched his hands around and muttered to himself like a dream in his mouth.

Surprised voices entered the ears of others, and they hurriedly turned to check.

When I saw that there were scratches on the mustache's face, his expression changed greatly!

How itchy it has to be to scratch the skin!

Xia Wuqi turned his head, a look of horror on his face.

He hurriedly turned his head and looked at the indifferent, unsurprised man beside him.

With his knowledge, he instantly understood what was going on.

Physicians can cure diseases, but they can also kill silently!