Feng Feiyi pursed his lips and replied lightly. "Gone."

"Huh?" Su Yitong looked up in amazement, "What do you mean." ”

Feng Feiyi glanced at her, stopped humming, and let her tug of his robe.

The tranquil aroma of wine is like a large net that spreads, ten miles of fragrance, cold and mellow.

After a while, several people arrived at the place where the people on the street were making trouble.

Su Yitong seemed to be leaning on the wind and flying wings, and said, "Tsk...... You made a fuss yesterday because of these little things? ”

Make a mountain out of a molehill? Feng Feiyi lowered his eyes to look at her. "Your Majesty thinks this is a trivial matter?"

"Not really!" Small fights are not on the table for her at all. Moreover, she has seen this kind of thing a lot, so she doesn't care what others say about her.

Waving her hand to signal people to surround the troublesome people, she put her hands around her chest and walked over. The peach blossom eyes that are rippling and bright are slightly narrowed, and they will not smile.

Feng Feiyi looked at her thoughtfully, stood aside with his hands in his hands, and smiled lightly.

It's getting more and more interesting!

This man doesn't seem to need his protection!

That being the case, he wanted to see how she, as the king of a country, would handle this matter.

Yun Jue, who was following behind, hesitated and spoke: "Master, do you want to be a sub......ordinate?"

"No, you don't." He shook his head and said, "Let her go." ”

What he wants is not a canary that he wants to be trapped in a cage for the rest of his life, but a phoenix that would rather have his wings broken than soar for nine days.

Only that kind of Su Yitong is worthy of standing on a high place with him, overlooking the thousands of miles away from the country and looking at the world.

He was thinking about it, and Su Yitong on the other end had already walked in front of the group of troublesome refugees, and asked with a proud face: "Are you making trouble?" ”

That tone, that demeanor. It's no different from the ruffian hooligan on the street, it's a person who wants to beat her when he sees her.

Fan Ling and Yun, who were traveling together, couldn't bear to look away, and the corners of their mouths twitched.

The refugees looked at each other, a little confused!

Who is this man, who speaks domineeringly, and is not at all pleasant.

No one answered! Su Yitong retreated in embarrassment and asked Feng Feiyi: "Hey! Why don't these people speak, it's because my momentum is too strong and scares them?! ”

Feng Feiyi hooked his lips and said with a smile: "Your Majesty thinks you are very imposing? ”

Su Yitong straightened his back, patted his chest in a thick voice and said, "Of course." ”

"Hmm." It's really imposing. A gilded golden glow crossed his ink-stained eyes, and the corner of Feng Feiyi's mouth smiled: "This king also thinks." ”

The cloud behind him was unsteady and almost fell backwards.

When did the calm and self-contained master of his family learn to say nice things......

"Hmm." Su Yitong nodded disappreciatively and patted him on the shoulder. "You guard, I charge."

After saying this, she waved her sleeve robe and walked back with great fanfare.

The quiet atmosphere of the scene lasted for two seconds, and then it fell into a commotion again.

Someone shouted at her: "Go back, we want to see the dog emperor who doesn't know the suffering of the people!" ”

Dog Emperor! Su Yitong's small body shook, and he pointed to his nose very decadently for a long time, but he didn't say a word.

Only one sentence popped into my head: Could it be that the way of appearance is wrong?

Fan Ling couldn't stand it anymore, arched his hand towards Feng Feiyi, and walked over quickly.

"Presumptuous, the emperor is here, you must not be rude." Fan Ling was wearing an official robe, and although the refugees didn't know who the emperor was, they still recognized the prefect.

As soon as he said this, the eyes of the group of people fell on Su Yitong's body.

Emperor? Shake your head, how do you look like it!

Su Yitong cleared his throat with some embarrassment. "I've heard that these two days ......"

However, before she could finish speaking, the crowd in front of her began to riot.

"I'm sorry, a little doll dares to call the emperor, no wonder Youzhou will become like this......"

"That's it...... It's obviously a little white face, in addition to spending all day and drinking, scraping the people's fat and cream, what else will he do? ”

"I've been in Youzhou City for so long, and I haven't said anything to understand the people's feelings, and I still use wine as a song every night, regardless of the life and death of our people, what is it if you are not a faint king?"

"Faint ......"

"Dog Emperor ......"

"It's better to get off the throne as soon as possible to save the scourge of the common people."

Attack it in groups.

The ugly words were one after another, so that Su Yitong didn't even have a chance to speak.

She opened her mouth speechlessly, unable to argue. How did she not know that she was so annoying?!

Feng Feiyi frowned unhappily, and was about to open his mouth to scold, when he saw several porcelain bowls suddenly appear out of thin air in the sky in front of him and throw them towards Su Yitong's head.

"Be careful." His pupils shrank, his heart tightened, and he rushed over regardless of it.

Su Yitong also noticed the movement ahead, but it was too late to dodge.

"It's over," she resignedly closed her eyes and raised her sleeves to cover her head, begging not to be smashed too hard. Otherwise, she is afraid that her body, which has finally recovered, will lie in bed for ten days and half a month.

Seeing that the porcelain bowls were about to hit her head, between the lightning and flint, she only felt that the black shadow flashed in front of her, and time seemed to freeze!

Is it a delusion? Why did she feel that the sudden appearance of the breath was so familiar?

"Bang" a few crisp sounds.

The sound of the porcelain bowl hitting the hard object after it hit the ground came one after another, but for some reason, it was not as painful as expected.

She squeezed her eyes, not daring to look up. Is this a smashed coma? Dreaming? Why didn't she feel any pain at all?

Feng Feiyi endured the pain of being hit by a heavy object behind him, and lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms with his eyes closed.

For a moment, he felt so lucky.

Fortunately, he protected her-

"Master."

Yun Jue, who was not far away, saw that his eyes were bloodshot, and his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

The refugees who were making trouble in front of them were still shouting loudly, throwing the porcelain bowl with a gap in their hands, and scolding the faint king, threatening to die with the faint king in their mouths.

Yun Jue hurriedly ran over with a few worried steps, drew his sword and swung away the porcelain bowls that were thrown later.

"Click......

"Bang ......"

The porcelain bowl was cut in half by the sharp sword qi and fell to the ground.

One of the fragments accidentally embedded itself in Yun Jie's arm, and suddenly, blood flowed out, and the bloody breath quickly overshadowed the quiet smell of wine.

Su Yitong looked up and opened her eyes consciously, but saw a tall wall of people appear in front of her at some point, blocking all the heavy objects she thought would hit her head.

Her throat choked slightly, and a warm current inexplicably surged through her heart, she reached out to touch the back of Feng Feiyi, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?" ”

It must have hurt, otherwise how could she smell blood.

Feng Feiyi lowered his eyes to look at her, and unexpectedly her tone suddenly softened, and the corners of her mouth smiled: "It doesn't hurt." ”

As if she was surprised that she would feel so sorry for herself, she couldn't help but hook her lips and pick her up. "Let's go back first, can we leave this matter to Yun Jue?"

The noise of the street all stopped in the ambiguous actions of the two.

Yun decided to cry without tears, holding his arm that was constantly oozing blood, only to feel his heart congested. Didn't anyone see it, was he the one who was hurt?

"But......" lowered her head shyly, and she blushed, "What should we do with those refugees?" ”

She didn't show her face a few days ago, and these people still can't find her fault.

But if she turns around and leaves now, maybe someone will revolt tomorrow and vow to kill her to vent her anger.

Thinking like this, she couldn't help but retreat in her heart. She still likes it like this way than being hunted down all day long. Anyway, someone is there to protect her, and she can't be hurt anyway. It's not good that a momentary hot move can win the favor of the people and regain that lost dignity.

However...... Before she could get a clear picture of the situation, the voice of Feng Feiyi came.

"What do you want to do?" Unexpectedly, the tone of the person in front of him was surprisingly calm.

She looked up at him in amazement. "It's good to let them go."

"Okay." Without looking back, Feng Feiyi shouted, "Master Fan." ”

Fan Ling walked over with a bow, cold sweat on his forehead.

That's not right, according to the route he paved, the plot shouldn't have developed like this.

But how could these refugees be so frightened! Even the sound was gone. Even if he yells twice, he can feel at ease. What the hell is this silent bird now?

Feng Feiyi glanced at him, and his low demonic voice seemed to spit ice, which made everyone present tremble. "Refugees don't know the emperor's good intentions, don't adults know either? In broad daylight, allowing refugees to make trouble on the streets, do you have intentions, or do you think there are not enough refugees in Youzhou City? ”

"His Royal Highness the Prince Regent forgives the sin, and the minister is wronged." Fan Ling knelt down and shouted: "The refugees are making trouble, there are a large number of them, and the ministers can neither forcibly suppress nor hurt their lives." Moreover, without His Majesty's dictation, the minister really did not dare to deal with it privately. ”

Words and sentences, righteous words. Even Su Yitong was almost moved by his words.

O loyal servants!

However, Feng Feiyi only snorted coldly, and seemed to ask rhetorically, "Is it?" ”

"Yes......" Fan Ling kowtowed again and again, for fear that his little caution would be seen through.

Displeased frowned, he said: "Then now, this king will give you a chance to make up for your mistakes." ”

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness the Regent." Fan Ling became more and more respectful.

Feng Feiyi called, "Cloud Decision." ”

Did anyone finally notice him? Yun Jue was overjoyed and came over holding his injured arm.

Yun Danfeng glanced at his wound lightly, and Feng Feiyi commanded in a deep voice. "Lord Fan said that he didn't have the emperor's dictation and didn't dare to do things privately, so from today on, you will follow behind Lord Fan to deliver news for the king and the emperor." After a pause, he turned his eyes to look at the group of refugees in ragged clothes and haggard faces, and said bloodthirsty: "As for these people, it is really offensive to slander the Son of Heaven in public, and they should be beheaded for public display." But His Majesty was kind-hearted and could not bear to see blood, so the king gave them a chance to correct their mistakes. Those who know the wrong will take food and leave the city, and those who are stubborn will be killed......"

His voice is not loud, but it is generous and powerful, especially the last killing word, which is even more implied with anger, so shocked that everyone doesn't even dare to come out.

The Regent's cold-blooded murder was famous in the country, and they had not realized it when they had never seen a real person before, but now, they had truly experienced what it was like to have a knife on their neck.

Subconsciously lined up, and the encircled soldiers gradually loosened.

Su Yitong looked at Feng Feiyi with admiration, and almost popped out of his mouth with the word "idol".

is really her idol, just a few words to resolve this chaotic situation, and turn defeat into victory. She has lived all her life, and now she can be regarded as seeing what it means to be powerful.

The stars sparkled in the peach blossom eyes, and someone who had a lot of complaints about Feng Feiyi completely forgot his position.

Yun Du pursed his lips, glanced at the figures of the two embracing each other strangely, and hurriedly bowed his head and gave his hands in response. "Yes."