Luo Feiyu was a little amused and crying.

Prince Yi is really good at picking people. He teased the real boss of the world as soon as he came up. He respects him as a man!

Luo Feiyu had known that Wuhua had arrived in Luoyang, and he had contacted Wuhua during his time in Luoyang. However, he was still in prison at that time and said too much, and Wuhua had a strong IQ. If he could hear something from his words, he would make him suspicious for nothing. Therefore, Luo Feiyu would always stop talking briefly, pretending to be out of nowhere and be busy with official business.

But he didn't know that he did not communicate with Wuhua, but Wuhua thought that the situation in Luoyang City was wrong.

He vaguely guessed that Luo Feiyu was probably confined, but the reason was difficult to speak, so he deliberately contacted him. Although he did not guess the truth, it was not far away.

Luo Feiyu said that he had an official position and Wuhua expected that he would not be imprisoned for too long, so he only rushed to Luoyang City with a quick horse and did not ask much.

Luo Feiyu guessed that Wuhua was about to arrive a few days ago, but it was better to come sooner than before. Wuhua ran into the city and ran into Prince Yi. I really don’t know if Prince Yi was unlucky or Wuhua was unlucky.

He cleared his throat, pretended to be surprised and raised his eyebrows, and said to Prince Yi, "Oh, it turns out that the prince is here, and the official is rude."

Prince Yi felt that good things were going to be cold when he saw him, but he was still lustful and coveted with Jun Niang. Especially after Luo Feiyu took off his regular clothes and changed into red and silver armor, he was even more cool than before. He was full of heroism and Prince Yi's eyes were so beautiful that he wanted to stick to him.

Although he felt depressed, he still shook the folding fan at Luo Feiyu and said, "The general doesn't have to be so irrelevant to me. With the general here, I can't look down on the monk no matter how beautiful he is."

The commander and assistant commander around Luo Feiyu showed displeasure. Prince Yi openly spoke frivolously to Luo Feiyu, which clearly embarrassing people. "The prince's status is noble, how can he know that the law is violated and his words and deeds are beyond the rules!"

Prince Yi immediately changed his face and said angrily: "What are you? I talk to your general, and it is your turn to pick me up? Which eye did you see that I was committing a crime?"

Luo Feiyu grabbed the assistant minister and opened the topic with Prince Yi: "I wonder what the prince did at the gate of this city? I have not received the emperor's edict. If you and the prince leave the city privately, it will make it difficult for us." According to the dynasty's rules, if the vassal kings leave the city for no reason, the local officials must submit a report immediately, and all relevant officials must be punished from heavy poles, civil officials until they are dismissed, and military officials will be demoted to the border.

It can be considered a routine matter for Luo Feiyu to ask him this way.

Prince Yi snorted: "I just happened to pass by here and didn't plan to leave the city. General Li can rest assured and don't have to report this matter to the higher authorities."

He glanced at Wuhua and said shamelessly: "I fell in love with this little master and invited him to the palace for a while. The general would not even care about such idiots, right?"

Luo Feiyu lit a row of candles for him in his heart, and turned his head to ask Wuhua: "Is this really the case?"

Before Wuhua spoke, Prince Yi took the lead in front of him and said, "My little master wants to be careful. Is this the case? General Li has just come to office and is not clear about the power of Henan Prefecture. She is always so popular, how can she be an official last long? The little master is very wise and will definitely explain it to her."

Wuhua calmly said "Oh", as if she hadn't heard what Prince Yi was saying at all, she said to Luo Feiyu: "No."

"..." Prince Yi felt that even a monk from another place dared not take him seriously!

It is said that monks are compassionate, so why is this monk not worried at all that he would kill Li Huangzhu in anger? Wouldn't this monk feel guilty for implicating Li Huangzhu?

His mouth twitched, and his smile was grim: "Little bald donkey, why are you talking lies with your eyes open?"

Wuhua replied calmly: "Amitabha, aren't you the donor who tells lies with your eyes open?"

Prince Yi immediately turned his back and pointed at Wuhua's head and said angrily: "Bold monk! How dare you provoke and slander the royal relatives in the street! Catch him up and blame him for his stick!"

There was a hint of pride in his eyes, because in the past, as long as he heard that he was going to be beaten, even the most backbone person on the surface would immediately kneel down and beg him for mercy.

He was already waiting to see the bald donkey with aura that was even higher than him, kneeling down and begging him.

Luo Feiyu stood there, looking at them with interest.

The servants beside him looked at each other, Luo Feiyu's remaining power was still there, and he was standing here. Even if Prince Yi gave orders, they would hesitate when they started.

Prince Yi slashed the man closest to him and cursed: "You don't recognize who is the master of Luoyang City in just a few days, right?"

The servants did not dare to offend any side, so they gritted their teeth and strode towards Wuhua.

Wuhua looked at Luo Feiyu calmly, and stood on the ground with a "descendant" sound. The thick internal energy spread out with him as the center of the circle, and instantly shook away the minions with ordinary martial arts.

Prince Yi's face suddenly changed. He was shocked and afraid and shouted: "Let go, be presumptuous! I know I--"

Wuhua jumped, pulled him off the horse like a chicken, and smiled gracefully, "What do you know?"

"Ming, Ming..." Prince Yi was sweating profusely. The situation turned so fast that he didn't know what danger he was facing. He scolded in anger: "Bastard! If you dare to touch me today-"

Wuhua chanted the Buddha's name again, and a fierce Shaolin divine fist hit his stomach. Luo Feiyu felt his teeth falling when he heard the sound, and silently recited rest for Prince Yi in his heart.

Prince Yi was so painful that he couldn't say a word.

Wuhua's face Ruochunfeng said, "If the donor doesn't tell me, how can I know what you want to say?"

Prince Yi trembled and stretched out his finger, pointing at Wuhua first, then pointing at Luo Feiyu. As soon as his mouth moved twice, Luo Feiyu immediately pretended to receive his "please help", widened his eyes and said "hey": "Irrespectful monk! How can you be so close to the royal family in the street? This is not in accordance with the rules! Erzhu, please ask him to go to our urban management brigade for tea!"

The soldier under his command came forward and hugged Wuhua with a fist, smiling politely: "My little master, let's go with us."

Prince Yi took a long time to recover and said angrily: "General Li! Didn't you see that he was clearly beating this prince in the street?" He also invited the monk to have tea! Bah!

Although he knew that Li Huangzhu and his group of people called "drinking tea" was taken back for custody, Prince Yi still felt that he wanted to vomit blood when he heard this.

Wuhua loosened his claws on the back of his neck, and his face was full of innocent and pure Liang: "How can you say the word beating easily? I don't know where the donor's body is hurt? If you can see any bruises on the donor's body, I am willing to take responsibility."

With Wuhua's skills, it is not enough to deal with a spoiled prince. He used the power of fighting a cow across the mountain. If this punch is done, it will not be possible to see even a trace. Moreover, the abdomen is the softest, so the pain is naturally so painful. But if you talk about the handle, it is absolutely clean and neat and does not leave any troubles.

Luo Feiyu knew Wuhua's nature well, so he did not mention the word "beating" and only acted in a dilemma. He said to Prince Yi: "If the prince is really injured, that would be a big deal! But it's winter in public. Is it inappropriate for you to take off your clothes in the street..."

Prince Yi finally turned his mind and stared at Luo Feiyu and said, "You two have been singing together, have you been--"

"Erzhu! Is the skin itchy? Are you fucked by it? Is it a wooden stake for people to fuck?" Luo Feiyu just didn't give him a chance to speak, so he snatched the white.

Erzhu quickly gave Wuhua a gesture of invitation. Wuhua raised his Zen stick and followed Luo Feiyu honestly.

Prince Yi was almost bitten and asked loudly: "I will not do it if I ask you to go home with me! If she wants you to have tea, you will follow her! She also said she is not a lewd monk!"

Luo Feiyu turned around and smiled at him: "This little master hit it off with me at first sight. Since he would rather sit in my mansion, why should the prince hinder us from enforcing the law? But don't worry, he entered the gate of our urban management brigade, and we will definitely 'hospit' and seek justice for you."

Prince Yi didn't believe that the "good hospitality" in Luo Feiyu's mouth would be the "good hospitality" he wanted, but in this regard, if he talked about it again, if he would lose the royal demeanor.

He rubbed his stomach and kicked the servant beside him: "Do you have any winks? Why don't you come and help his wife... Oh... help me return to the prince's house to treat his wounds!"

Wait and see, his father will definitely seek justice for him! Li Huangzhu, the stinky watchdog in Luoyang City, will sooner or later fall into his hands for him to play with lust!

The servants then left with the humming prince Yi.

Luo Feiyu pretended not to recognize Wuhua and took him to the guard office. On the way, he secretly leaned over from his horse while walking, leaned against Wuhua's ear, and deliberately blew his breath and turned around:

"I said I fell in love with the young monk at first sight, but the young monk didn't even refute it. Could it be that I really fell in love with this general at first sight?"

Wuhua glanced at him sideways: "Yes."

Luo Feiyu squinted his eyes and looked a little angry.

Wuhua laughed softly, suddenly stretched out his hand and hooked Luo Feiyu's neck, and kissed him openly.

Luo Feiyu stared at a loss and widened his eyes. He then broke free from him with a blushing face. He looked around the soldiers following him with a warning.

The military men either twisted their heads in the opposite direction, or simply looked up at the sky and whistled in their mouths; Erzhu and the officers, one left and one right, all competed to Luo Feiyu with a fist gesture: Head, come on boldly!

Luo Feiyu: "..." Why did he always keep a bunch of things that are too conscious of the times?

Wuhua licked her lips gently and smiled dignifiedly: "Luo is five years old, are you happy to find jealousy?"

Luo Feiyu knew that he must have been betrayed by his teammate Lan Dian early in the morning, and his heart suddenly turned into a desire to survive: "Happy, it's fun to have a relationship for a while, it's fun to have a relationship for a while."
Chapter completed!