Another person hurriedly stopped him, "Hey! Brother Li, you're in the wrong here. Aren't you mocking Young Master Tan on purpose? Who in the Nine Provinces doesn't know that Prime Minister Tan knowingly broke the law, harbored a criminal, had a wicked daughter with a criminal, and is also a cruel criminal. His moral integrity is extremely repulsive, and he himself is too embarrassed to resign and become a monk. How can he still be considered a Prime Minister now? I heard that His Majesty was in court today, and there was a large pile of memorials to impeach the Tan family. His Majesty flew into a rage. The Tan family is either dead or seriously ill. It's already very fortunate that they can still take out three to five copper coins to drink wine with prostitutes. You're still mocking Young Master Tan, aren't you purposely rubbing salt on his wound? Come, come, come, Minister Tan, please don't bicker with this scoundrel. This commoner toasts you with this pot of wine to thank Prime Minister Tan and Minister Tan for the hard work you've done for the people! " This person raised his wine cup to toast Tan Siwei, but unexpectedly, his hand shook, and the entire cup of wine spilled on Tan Siwei's head. He pretended to be frightened and said, "Ah! This commoner's hand is extremely clumsy. How could I offend Minister Tan? Let this commoner quickly wipe it for you. "
This person picked up a piece of cloth and hurriedly wiped Tan Siwei for a while. In the end, the more he wiped, the dirtier it got. He suddenly realized, "I was wondering why the more I wiped, the dirtier it got, and the more I wiped, the more smelly it got. Minister Tan, you won't punish this commoner because of this, right? "
The person next to him said, "How could I? Minister Tan is a famous lord under the heavens. Hehehe, Minister Tan, don't you think so? "
From the beginning to the end, Tan Siwei was like a piece of wood that did not have any feelings. He sat there quietly, allowing the countless mockery and ridicule to surround him. He did not say a word, and even his eyes could not move. He was like a walking corpse.
The more he was like this, the louder the ridicule around him became. "Minister Tan, why are you just sitting there and not saying anything? You look like a homeless stray dog by the roadside. Li Niang, look at Minister Tan. Isn't he delicate and pitiful and lovable? Why don't you sisters take Tan Shaoqing as a gigolo? In any case, Tan Shaoqing isn't far from being removed from his position, hahaha … "
People's deep-rooted bad habits were undoubtedly exposed at this moment. When one person gave the idea, the rest of the motley crew immediately responded. As they spoke, they laughed and pulled Tan Siwei up, straight into the arms of the girls. In the midst of the shoving, a hand reached over and pushed Tan Siwei heavily onto the floor.
Tan Siwei lay on the dirty floor as if he was dead. He looked up at the dazzling glass lamp above his head and the crowd that surrounded him like ghosts, pointing at him and laughing like they wanted to eat him alive. His ears were filled with noise. After a long time, he painfully covered his ears, turned sideways, and curled himself into a ball. Transparent tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes.
A drunken middle-aged man staggered over. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You don't look like a court official at all. You're simply a disgrace to our Great Yue Dynasty. Since your father has left home and doesn't care about you anymore, let me reluctantly teach you a lesson." As the man spoke, he grinned, picked up the hem of his clothes, and reached in with an empty wine cup.
Not long after, amidst the crazed screams and applause of the crowd, the man carried a cup full of urine and walked in front of Tan Siwei. "Minister Tan, this commoner will treat you to this cup of wine! You must kindly accept it, hahaha … "
He picked up the cup and was about to pour it over Tan Siwei's head.
Suddenly, a leg flew over and kicked him in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground in a sorry state. The cup of 'wine' in his hand splashed right on his face, causing his face to 'overflow with fragrance'.
The man was burning with anger. He picked up a chair and climbed up from the ground. "Son of a bitch! Which son of a bitch dares to touch your Master Zhao? I'll let you leave here alive today! "
The man nimbly retracted his leg and rubbed it in pain. His lips curled into a bright smile. "Don't you know who I am? I'm the legendary Lone Star, the reincarnation of the Celestial Fox. If you speak to me, bad luck will linger for a month. If you continue to stay in the same room with me, you will most likely die without a burial place. You are Ning Shu. Master Zhao, what advice do you have for me? "
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