Seeing Dong Mao, the son of Shuntian Prefecture Yin, reveal his identity, Zhu Cixiang looked at Wu Zhong beside him, pretended not to have heard, and asked: "What kind of official is Shuntian Prefecture Yin?"

Wu Zhong understood the words and immediately said: "Master, you don't know that Shuntian Prefecture Yin is a third-rank official. He handles complaints from all over the country. It is equivalent to a small criminal department and is also the biggest official in maintaining public security in the capital. Not only that, Shuntian Prefecture Yin

You can also directly go to the temple to meet the saint and intervene in the six affairs, which is very powerful!"

When Dong Mao heard that the other party praised his own father so highly, he suddenly felt swollen. He sat on a chair next to him, crossed his legs, and looked at Zhu Cixiang and his group, wanting to see the panic in their eyes.

However, Zhu Cixi smiled and said: "Wow! So powerful? But what does it have to do with me?"

Dong Mao frowned, squinted at Zhu Cixiang, and said, "You are even crazier than me at such a young age. I really don't know how much I weigh!"

"Ah!" As soon as he finished speaking, Dong Mao felt a pain on his face, and then he became dizzy and was slapped by Xu Sheng, making him spin like a top while holding on to his chair.

When he regained his composure, he touched his burning face and felt as if his little face had been scratched by a knife. He touched it and found that the corners of his mouth were wet and blood was flowing out.

Many people stared wide-eyed and were extremely surprised. Even the son of Shuntian Prefecture Yin dared to beat him. Who are these people?

Dong Mao covered his mouth, and blood kept flowing out from the corners of his chubby mouth. Looking at the bright red blood in his hand, he screamed in fright.

"Just wait!" Dong Mao mumbled a harsh word and quickly turned around and ran away.

Just when Xu Sheng was about to take him back, he heard Zhu Cihong say: "Let him go!"

Zhu Cihong thought to himself: Since Guang Shiheng's son and Shuntian Fuyin's son are so close, the two of them must have a good relationship. They should both be members of the Wen Ti Ren party. Since there is a chance, why not take advantage of it?

Xu Sheng glanced at Yan Heng, and then asked Zhu Cihong respectfully, "Master, how should I deal with this kid?"

Zhu Cixiang didn't even look at Guang Heng and said calmly: "Throw it downstairs!"

His voice was very soft, but it was like a thunder in the plains, making everyone's hair stand on end.

When Guang Heng heard this, he had a look of fear on his face, his legs were trembling, and his heart was pounding. Although he knew that he would not die if he was thrown down the stairs, he would definitely be injured. At this moment, he really

I was scared, so I immediately turned around and ran downstairs.

After receiving the order, Xu Sheng caught Guang Heng back like a chicken, then he lifted it to the window and threw it downstairs.

In an instant, the people standing downstairs only saw a figure flying around in the air and quickly falling to the ground, making a sound that shocked all the pedestrians downstairs.

Guang Heng lay on the ground like a dead pig, with several of his teeth broken, and he grunted on the ground as if talking in his sleep.

Some sharp-eyed people recognized Guang Heng, but did not dare to step forward. They quickly turned around and ran towards Guang Mansion.

Upstairs, seeing Guang Heng being thrown downstairs by Xu Sheng, Zhu Cihong motioned for a few people to sit down and continue eating and drinking. He also ordered two large portions of abnormally spicy food to be given to Sun Yingyuan and Huang Degong, who were busy with military affairs.

Not long after, they heard a loud shout from downstairs outside the window: "Who beat my son? Are you tired of living?"

Obviously, Guang Shiheng came. Guang Shiheng came with a lot of servants and killed them fiercely. The people around him got out of the way. Many people had even dispersed. For fear of being affected, those who stayed to watch stayed away.

Watching from a distance.

Guang Shiheng led people to go to Guang Heng, looked at his son lying on the ground and turned into a pig's head, and found that Guang Heng's mouth was full of blood, and his anger rose even more.

Guang Shiheng asked: "Heng'er, who, who hit you?"

Guang Heng twitched all over, stretched out his finger with difficulty to point to the window upstairs, and said in a sob: "They threw me down..."

Guang Shiheng helped Guang Heng up, and then led several servants to the second floor of the Dezhuang hot pot restaurant, and came to the table where Zhu Cixi was sitting.

Guang Heng is Guang Shiheng's only son. He is afraid of melting when he holds it in his mouth, and he is afraid of falling when he holds it in his hands. Even Guang Shiheng is reluctant to beat him, and the wives and concubines in the house are even more doting on him. Now Guang Heng is being treated by several people.

A stranger beat him up and threw him from a building. Guang Siheng felt murderous intent in his heart and wanted to kill the person in front of him immediately.

Guang Siheng's eyes were so angry that he shouted loudly: "You guys who don't know the height of the sky threw my son down?"

Although Guang Shiheng had met the prince at the court meeting, he did not know Zhu Cihong because his rank was too low and he could only see a small figure a hundred meters away. He could not see the face at all.

Zhu Cixiang said with a smile: "Master Guang, your son is too arrogant. I'm just teaching him a lesson for you. Why are you so angry?"

Guang Shiheng was also a man who had lived for more than forty years and was very shrewd. Seeing Zhu Cixiang's calm tone, he was not afraid at all, and it seemed that he had heard his voice somewhere before. So he immediately adjusted his mentality and said in a deep voice: "Which family do you belong to?"

Up?"

Zhu Cixiang smiled and said: "I don't have a residence here, but my relatives are staying nearby."

Not from the capital? Then he is afraid of something. Guang Shiheng sneered and said: "Huangkou kid, no matter who your parents are, I have to make an explanation today. If you cut off your right hand now, I won't."

Let’s pursue this matter.”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar around him. Guang Shiheng was too domineering.

Although he was only in the seventh rank of Zhengzhong, he was of humble rank but powerful. He was responsible for attendants, admonitions, repairs, recollections, and review duties. He had the authority to seal and refute imperial edicts and refute memorials submitted by hundreds of officials. He could also supervise the six departments.

Si, impeachment of hundreds of officials, and censor complement each other.

He is also responsible for recording and compiling imperial edicts and memorials, and supervising the implementation of various departments; serving as examiner for rural examinations, co-examiners for joint examinations, and examiner for imperial examinations; canonizing clans, vassals, or when informing foreign countries, acting as chief or deputy envoy; accepting applications

Unjust lawsuits, etc.

With so much power in hand, he is simply a multi-faceted tentacle monster, so naturally not many people dare to offend him.

Similar to the eunuchs, Wang Zhen, Liu Jin, Wei Zhongxian and other great eunuchs who were in power at that time were not of high rank, but even cabinet ministers had to kneel down and salute when they saw them. This was the case in the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty, and the elders were the ones with real power.

Zhu Cixiang looked at him quietly, still calm and calm. He shook his head and said: "Guang Shiheng, your son wants me to kneel down and beg for mercy, and you want me to cut off my right hand. I really didn't expect that you Guang family members are so domineering.

"

Guang Shiheng felt that these people were emboldened, so he hesitated a little. Instead of letting his servants rush forward, he asked his servants to surround Zhu Cixiang, cutting off Zhu Cixiang's retreat.

Faced with the siege of Guangfu's servants, Zhu Cixiang was not afraid at all. If these servants dared to touch a hair on his head, he could guarantee that hundreds of Donggong guards and a group of Jinyi guards in plain clothes around the Dezhuang hot pot restaurant would be able to put them on the spot.

Chopped into pieces, no one can escape.

Immediately afterwards, Guang Shiheng said: "I heard that you also injured Shuntian Fuyin's son. If you are wise, cut off your own arm immediately, otherwise you may have to keep your life when Mr. Fuyin comes.

."

Zhu Cixiang raised his eyebrows and said, "Yin of Shuntian Prefecture? How dare he take people indiscriminately in public?"

Guang Shiheng said coldly: "You have offended my son, and you have offended Mr. Fu Yin. No matter what your status is, you will have to stay with me in the capital!"
Chapter completed!