The way he spoke was also known as the aristocratic accent. It was elegant and tactful, with a hint of a different kind of elegance. Many people deliberately pursued such a way of speaking in order to be cultured. Although this tone sounded elegant and beautiful, it sounded distant and disdainful under different circumstances.
The meaning behind Wuma Shang's words clearly belonged to the latter.
Huang Song glared angrily at Wuma Shang. He had actually dared to humiliate Cheng Jing in front of him. Did this person really think that being a member of the Imperial Family was so great?
Just as he was about to open his mouth to regain his dignity, he heard Jiang Pengji's half-smiling voice.
It was a familiar voice with a tone that made one's skin crawl.
As it turned out, when Wu Ma Xuan was criticizing Cheng Jing, Jiang Pengji turned her head and asked her father a question in the same tone of a gentry.
"Father, I've heard that Master Yuanjing's disciples are all talents that the feudal vassals want to rope in. They are very popular. Now that I've seen it, I feel that this rumor cannot be completely trusted. If that wasn't the case, how could Senior Brother Cheng Jing have been slapped in the face? After all, he was Master Yuanjing's first disciple. He shouldn't be so down, right? Or, is Master Yuan Jing not as good as he used to be? "
Wuma Shang, "…"
What?
Whose first disciple?
Cheng Jing glanced at Jiang Pengji, his expression calm as usual.
"There is a reason why Jing said that County Chief Wu Ma is not the best candidate. Let me ask all of you, which traitor is it that has shaken the foundation of the country? That person used his status as a member of the Imperial Clan to attempt to encroach on the throne and bring chaos to the nation. It might not be appropriate for Chief Wu Ma to become the leader of the 400,000 allied army. What if the traitors bite back, slandering us for not coming to the rescue of the Emperor, but for gathering the masses to rebel, to establish a new ruler? What should we do then? "
These casual words made Wuma Shang's face turn as black as the bottom of a pot.
This person could no longer maintain his original noble bearing and glared angrily at Cheng Jing, as if he wanted to stare two holes in his eyes.
Jiang Pengji secretly gave Cheng Jing a thumbs up. This brother's words were extremely vicious!
Cheng Jing and Wei Ci were indeed Master Yuanjing's disciples.
The Senior and Junior Brothers were of the same lineage. Usually, they did not make a sound, but when they made a move, it was fatal.
It was a dark heart passed down from generation to generation.
Begging for Monthly Votes on My Knees: Cheng Jing VS Wuma Shang, Cheng Jing wins!
Qingshan Mujiu: "It was a clean win. He struck his opponent out three times."
Qiu Zhipiao: When An Cui mentioned it, I also felt that Wuma Shang was the most suitable candidate to be the leader. After all, his status and experience are there for all to see. However, when it was Cheng Jing's turn to speak, I was speechless. Cheng Jing's battle prowess was off the charts. He had directly pinned Wuma Shang to the ground and cleanly stripped him of his right to compete for the position of Alliance Leader. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but Cheng Jing seems to hold a grudge. Do you guys feel the same way? He felt that after today, the magical follower pet, Cheng Jing, was going to be famous.
Wu Ma Shang had used disdainful words and attitude to humiliate Cheng Jing, and Cheng Jing had immediately responded.
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth.
You deliberately humiliated me, so I directly stepped on your weak spot.
The slap in the face came too quickly, like a hurricane.
Before the audience could react, Wu Ma Shang had already been sent out of the competition stage.
Cheng Jing had already given his word, so no one dared to go against his wishes and recommend Wu Ma Shang again.
As the first person to recommend Wu Ma Shang, An Cui was not angry. It was as if he had not said what he had said earlier.
As the host, Xu Bei gave Cheng Jing a look of praise. He was surprised.
If Liu Xi had not mentioned it, he would not have known that Master Yuanjing's disciples had already entered officialdom. He had already met two of them in such a short time.
One assisted Liu Xi, the other Huang Song.
Wei Ci's drawing skills shocked him. Cheng Jing had a sharp tongue and hit the nail on the head.
Xu Bei was both happy and regretful. Such a talent was not his.
An Cui's recommendation of Wu Ma Shang was reasonable and well-founded. Xu Bei had been worried for a while.
After all, Wu Ma Shang was a member of the royal family. If the other party was determined to fight, the competition would be very strong.
Unexpectedly, Cheng Jing had appeared midway and directly killed Wu Ma Shang's right to participate in the competition. Xu Bei found him very pleasing to the eye.
"Master Cheng has thought things through thoroughly. Do you have a suitable candidate in mind?"
Cheng Jing lowered his eyes, his gaze drifting to Jiang Pengji.
"I believe that in terms of ability, prestige, and experience, Liu She is the best candidate."
Cheng Jing did not say that Liu She was the best person. If Liu She was not willing to be the alliance leader, everyone had other choices.
Jiang Pengji raised her eyebrows. Was Cheng Jing trying to stir up trouble?
She secretly glanced at Cheng Jing, who was also looking at her.
Cheng Jing nodded slightly at her, a friendly smile on his face.
Naturally, Liu She would not take the blame.
He tactfully declined, expressing that he was not suitable to be the alliance leader. At the same time, he flattered Xu Bei and Xu Fei.
He was impartial, making it difficult for others to figure out his stance.
Xu Bei secretly broke out in a cold sweat, afraid that something unexpected would happen. If Liu She changed his stance at the last minute, his painstaking efforts would go down the drain.
When he looked at Jiang Pengji, she gave him a look, indicating for him to be at ease.
Only then did Xu Bei's anxious heart calm down.
Liu She kicked the ball out, but he also circled out the candidates — Xu Bei and Xu Fei.
Everyone present was shrewd. Before the start of the alliance meeting, the Xu brothers had made frequent moves. They all knew in their hearts that the battle for the alliance leader would be decided between these two.
A snake could not live without a head. No matter how they wrangled, there had to be an alliance leader.
Xu Bei had a group of supporters, but Xu Fei also had his own fans.
Jiang Pengji and Liu She watched the show. The father and daughter worked together to finish four plates of dried fruits.
There was only one plate on each table. After they finished their portion, they even took Li Yun and Dian Yan's portions.
"I'm thirsty from all the food … We've wrangled for more than two hours. It's just a trivial matter, yet we've been arguing for so long …"
Liu She smiled faintly and lowered his voice. "It's a matter of interests and disputes. It's always a long process."
That was why he did not care for the alliance leader position. It was just an empty title. What was the point of wasting so much effort?
Excluding Liu She and Liu Xi, Xu Fei had received slightly more support than Xu Bei. Unfortunately, Xu Bei had already gained Jiang Pengji's "friendship" the day before. With the Liu family's father and son joining the alliance, Xu Bei had a clear advantage over Jiang Pengji and became the alliance leader.
Even though he was prepared, when the dust settled, Xu Bei still could not suppress the excitement in his heart.
On the other hand, Xu Fei's expression darkened.
If it wasn't for Xu Bei's deceit, scheming against him, and pulling away the support of the Liu father and son, the alliance leader position would have been his.
The alliance leader was successfully chosen. Everyone happily ate, drank, and enjoyed the dance of the dancers. The atmosphere was joyous.
On the surface, it seemed that everything was on track.
Everyone was full of confidence in the crusade against Prince Changshou and the reorganization of the imperial court. The road before them was smooth and the future was bright.
Inside the tent, there was an endless stream of music. Graceful beauties swayed their graceful bodies. Watching them made one's eyes go wide and their limbs stiffen.
Such an atmosphere was too lively. Regardless of whether one could drink or not, they all drank a little.
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