Chapter 5809

"But it's my stepfather who came up with the method. You can't be unreasonable, can you?" Chen Siyuan said discontentedly.

"Can you open magic heart valley without me? Why should I do it in vain? " Zhuang Mengdie said angrily.

"I don't care. Anyway, my stepfather came up with the method. This time, the quota should belong to my stepfather. You have to agree or disagree." Chen Siyuan said with a straight face.

"Fart, why should I listen to you? Or let them fight, and whoever wins will go. " Zhuang Mengdie was furious and rolled up her sleeve again.

"What to fight? Do you want to fight so much, or shall I fight with you? " Chen Siyuan's face turned black and he lifted up his robe.

Chen Jizu and Zhuang Yiming have roughly the same strength, but they are still a little different. If they can solve the problem by themselves, they will not have to fight all day long.

Is it not obvious that Zhuang is bullying people?

The night is deep, but there is a crackling sound in a quiet courtyard of Daofu in the Qing Dynasty.

Maybe it's because Chen Jizu and Zhuang Yiming are too confident, and they can't help but be deeply infected. But they have never thought about whether it's too early or too urgent to fight now.

In the morning, Lin Yuantang left the quiet room and walked to the assembly hall, rubbing his eyebrows.

During this period of time, not only the two prefectures were fighting with each other for the quota of Daochi experience in the Qing Dynasty, but also he, the Lord of the mansion, was in a mess.

Chuang and Chen couldn't stop arguing, so they asked him to make a decision. He can make a fart decision. Those two old families are all Fu Zheng. Although their status is lower than that of Fu Jun, they were Fu Zheng when Fu Jun was alive, and their qualifications were older than him. No matter which side he inclines to, in the end, it must be Zhu Bajie who looks at himself in the mirror.

If Zhuang Yiming and Chen Jizu's qualifications and strength differ greatly, it's not impossible to ask him to make a decision. He is not afraid of people's gossiping and dissatisfaction.

But these two people not only have the same qualifications, but also one has got the ancestral holy grain, and the other asks the strong man to help cut the pulse and wash the marrow. Even their strength is very different. He can't find any reason to favor either side.

In desperation, he had to hide in the quiet room every day. But as the king of the government, he can't hide all the time. Every few days, he still has to go through the customs to deal with political affairs. At the same time, he has to deal with the chatter of two old guys.

As soon as he thought of the scene of Zhuang and Chen's foam flying, he felt that his scalp swelled, and even the Holy Spirit of the Qing Dynasty, which he had studied for many years, showed some signs of swelling.

"I'll see you, my Lord." As soon as Lin Yuantang was seated, one of his attendants bowed to salute.

"There's nothing wrong with the areas under the government these days, right?" Lin Yuantang took a sip of Daoling tea and asked.

"No The waiter replied.

"Why didn't you see the two prefects?" Lin Yuantang asked with some doubts.

A few days ago, as long as he went to this hall, Zhuang and Chen could not wait to find him. No matter whether he had business or not, they would drag his robe and spray saliva on his face first. I didn't see those two old guys today. Something's wrong.

Is this the calm before the storm?

"Lord Fu Zheng didn't come." The waiter replied.

"No, did someone break his head yesterday?" Lin Yuantang asked in surprise.