Chapter 272

The very obvious piping embroidery used for sacrifice and the original robe system of oblique lapel and high waist, which can only be dressed up by the orthodox nobles of the original Dynasty, reveal that they are definitely the nobles of the original Dynasty.

After hearing the words of these rural people.

On the contrary, the female team leader was quite a big general, just smiled and said nothing, but the male team leader who publicized his claws at first sight stood up with an uncontrollable step.

Like a golden pheasant flaunting itself in front of the opposite sex, it majestically blocked in front of this group of villagers who were about to get angry.

"You Dalits, how dare you. Who gives you such confidence and dares to show your teeth in front of the nobility of the Dayuan Dynasty."

"Don't you know the law of the imperial court? I kill southerners like you for nothing."

"What's more," the man who looked like a typical Aboriginal girl with small eyes, square face, flat nose and thick lips took a look at the girl beside him, which was a flower among their Aboriginal girls, and his identity was extremely valuable.

His father asked him to seize the opportunity of this trip and capture the girl's sincerity. At that time, his imperial concubine will also have it, and the girl's father will naturally favor his father in the imperial court.

Thinking of this, zayadu worked harder, pointed to the girl behind him and said, "if any of you don't open your eyes and collide with the beauty behind me, even if the whole family dies a hundred times, it's hard to atone for it!"

After that, as if he wanted the girl behind him to praise him, he turned his cake face around, obsessed with flattery, looked at the other girl's "beautiful face" and stayed.

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

"Is this a beautiful girl?"

"This is Dayuan, and when Zhu Yuanzhang's reminder fell, two different voices sounded at the same time.

"Bold, what are you laughing at? This princess is recognized as the" eldest martial brother of the Dayuan Dynasty. What do you want to do? "

Li Shanchang just pulled out three short beards: "such a stupid confrontation is not dominated by a large number of people."

"If we don't control it, there will be a river of blood!"

Who knows his worries haven't finished yet. Gu Zheng, standing in the middle of the two sides, moved.

At this time, the master of no desire twisted the Bodhi beads in his hand slowly, but his steps were slow but extremely firm.

The expression on his face was no longer what he had just said, but raised his eyes that had insight into people's hearts and looked at all the people of the Dayuan Dynasty opposite.

Then, on that compassionate face, there were multiple emotions, such as compassion, compassion, and deep regret.

The hatred of iron is not steel, which makes unscrupulous dandies like zayadu feel a heavy pressure.

As if his life was such a waste of life, in Gu Zheng's eyes, it was an extremely evil existence.

It was such eyes that made Gu Zheng's next words seem less important.

"Please don't be impatient, benefactor."

"He is not only a visitor to Huangjue temple, but also a guest in my temple."

"Buddha said, all living beings are equal. You can't wear colored glasses because of these donors' words."

"You can't identify them as extremely evil people in your heart because of the evil words of these donors."

"You're looking."

These words were spoken to mint Moore and to the villagers behind him.

The people behind them are convinced, but the people in front of them feel so uncomfortable?

Waste dim sum sticks in your teeth. You can't understand the official dialect of the Dayuan Dynasty, so don't speak the common language of the southern world.

When minminmint Moore on one side just wanted to say something, Gu Zheng passed by her, but suddenly turned his head and smiled at her coldly: "almsgiver, why are you still here?"

"Didn't the female benefactor just say that she would come to the little monk's temple to watch the Buddhist sutras and listen to the Buddhist language?"

"Why don't you go with the poor monk now?"

This is the smile, the moment of youth.

A monk with facial paralysis and coldness all day long suddenly smiled gently at a small milk dog, which could instantly capture the hearts of women aged 10 to 80.

Naturally, Gu Zheng's smile did not let Mint Moore escape the fate of being fed up.