Chapter 175 He Wenguang Was Beaten

If he took out one family alone, he would be very stressed. Now that three families came together, he felt suffocated.

And that's not all. Just as he was confused, hurried footsteps suddenly came from a distance.

Then, two rows of imperial guards in golden armor pushed aside the crowd and cleared the passage.

Just with this posture, He Wenguang felt a chill on his back. If it was not unexpected, it must be Shen Wuming's people again.

Sure enough.

After the crowd was pushed aside, a carriage came galloping and stopped in front of him.

The curtain was lifted.

A young man in a python robe with a bad look jumped off the carriage, looked around, and then his eyes fell on him.

"Your mother's name is He Wenguang, right?"

The young man in the python robe strode forward, saw He Wenguang, clenched his fist, and smashed it towards his eyes.

"Bang!"

Before He Wenguang could react, he was knocked to the ground by the young man in the python robe, and then he was punched and kicked.

"What are you still standing there for? Come and help."

The young man in the python robe seemed to feel unsatisfied, and turned around and yelled at the young men who jumped off the carriage.

The young men also quickened their pace, rushed over and surrounded He Wenguang and beat him up.

"You are the only one who bullies my brother?"

"Wuming is my half-brother, you arrested him? Have you asked me?"

"Fuck, bastard."

When the group of young people started, there was silence around them, with only the sound of beatings.

He Wenguang reacted the first time he was beaten and wanted his men to take this man down.

But when his eyes fell on the three-clawed python robe pattern on the boy's body, he knew that this matter was serious.

Three-clawed python robe, standard for a prince!

And the young people around were also wearing the robes of powerful officials such as flying fish clothes and unicorn clothes.

Prince Changle, the Prince of Huang, the Prince of Qi, the Prince of Rong...

This is the most famous group of dandies in the capital. They never do anything on weekdays and are arrogant and domineering.

But their families can stand it.

They are either royal descendants or descendants of founding heroes. His Majesty can do nothing to them.

As long as they don't commit serious crimes, the court can only reprimand them and then put them under house arrest.

Or they will be fined or beaten.

"Your Majesty, spare my life! Your Majesty, spare my life!"

In the blink of an eye, He Wenguang was beaten black and blue, and his official robes were torn to pieces.

But he only dared to beg for mercy.

First, he didn't dare to resist, and second, he didn't dare to let his men drag them away.

One or two would be fine, but with such a large group, He Wenguang didn't dare to use violence at all.

There was no other way except begging for mercy.

Yang Yuanqing slapped him twice in the face, then vacated his position and walked towards Shen Wuming.

"Are you all right, brother?"

Shen Wuming spread his hands, "What are you doing? This is in court."

"Even if you are the sons of the rich and powerful, you will definitely be punished later!"

"What are you afraid of?" Yang Yuanqing shrugged, "It doesn't matter, it's just a fine."

"If it doesn't work, go to Zongzheng Temple for a few days. Nothing serious will happen, but we can't let anything happen to you."

"We went to Zongzheng Temple. Although it was confined, they still treated us well."

"But if you went to the prison in Jingzhao Prefecture, He Wenguang might have confessed under torture."

"Am I that soft?" Shen Wuming rolled his eyes, but still bowed his hands to thank him.

"Trouble you for running around for me. I'll treat you to a meal at Lijing Tower later. We won't leave until we're drunk."

"No, no." Yang Yuanqing waved his hands quickly, and remembered the scene of his great power.

The food and wine at Lijinglou were indeed good, but they really didn't want to make a fool of themselves and be teased by Shen Wuming behind their backs.

"Alright, alright, if you continue to fight, someone will die."

Seeing that everyone had almost vented their anger, Prince Changle quickly grabbed a few people around him.

After all, Jingzhao Yin was an official appointed by the court, so they could beat him up, but they couldn't really beat him up.

Otherwise, it would not be as simple as squatting in Zongzheng Temple.

He Wenguang got up from the ground with one eye black and the other purple, blood dripping down his cheeks and chin.

"You...you..."

He looked at the group of noble sons viciously, wanting to say something harsh, but couldn't say anything.

Finally, he could only wave his sleeves and say, "Tomorrow I will report to the court and let His Majesty do justice for me."

Prince Changle spread his hands, "Go ahead, I will go to the Zongzheng Temple tonight to surrender, and then I will be locked up."

"If you have the guts, come and beat me."

"You..." He Wenguang was really helpless. These sons of the rich and powerful were really dandy.

They knew the limit when they took action, and would never go too far, but the main thing was to not be wronged.

If they wanted to beat someone, they would never hold back.

And they were very clear about the procedures of the court laws, and they knew how long they would have to stay in the dark before they took action.

He Wenguang was so angry that he finally turned his head to look at Sima Daozhang, the Shaoqing of the Dali Temple.

"This group of people beat up the court officials in the street and disrupted the order of the court. Don't you Dali Temple care?"

He Wenguang said viciously.

Sima Daozhang shrugged, "I'm sorry, Lord He!"

"Beating up an official in the street is not a big deal, the Dali Temple doesn't need to intervene."

"The Zongzheng Temple will be responsible and will definitely give you justice."

"As for disrupting the court..."

Sima Daozhang pointed to the imperial edict that had fallen to the ground, "Your Excellency received the imperial edict, and Shen Wuming was handed over to our Dali Temple."

"That is to say, you have no right to judge at all, and this place is no longer a court."

The court does not refer to the government office, but it is called a court when a case is tried. Otherwise, it is just a room.

He Wenguang's face was as dark as iron!

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva played with the rosary in his hand, thinking, but did not interrupt the whole time.

This Buddhist child seems to have more power than he imagined.

This is a bad thing, but also a good thing.

The bad thing is that if he wants to welcome the Buddhist child back to Buddhism, he will probably encounter a lot of resistance.

The good thing is that as long as the Buddhist child returns, it will be of great help to Buddhism.

"Amitabha!"

Samantabhadra Bodhisattva sighed, and the matter should be over here.

He was about to say goodbye and leave, and suddenly another team of imperial guards rushed over.

But the street had been cleared just now, so it was not needed now.

"The Prime Minister is here!"

A soldier of the imperial guards shouted, and the people around him made way. This was no joke.

It was nothing to hit the car of King Changle, but the Prime Minister was different. He was the real pillar of the country.

The five Prime Ministers of the current dynasty, each of them was a person who had reached the top in cultivation, qualifications, ability, and means.

"Prime Minister?"

He Wenguang swallowed his saliva, and he suddenly felt a cold breath of death enveloping him.

It seems like it's too big?