Since the Shendu Cheng clan became a family of supernatural abilities, its overall strength has been declining over time and has never rebounded.

There was a very sad evaluation in the clan, called "There are no three products after the knowledge festival, and there are no four products after the teacher".

It means that since the Cheng Zhijie, the Cheng family has never produced a three-grade product; Since Cheng Shiju, the Cheng family has never produced a four-grade product.

So how harsh the evaluation of "old five-grade family" is, there is no need to explain it here.

In more than ten minutes after Wang Wanrou's reply, the number of replies to the post quickly broke through the 1,000 mark, and was soon pushed to 1,004. When Cheng Jinyang noticed that something was wrong and hurriedly snatched back his phone, the number of replies had already reached an exaggerated 1,09.

It was obviously forwarded to a channel other than the forum, causing a large number of clansmen who didn't originally play the forum to log in one after another, denouncing the ungrateful son of a certain poor family for "betraying the code and forgetting his ancestors".

Cheng Jinyang wanted to cry without tears, so he could only hurriedly post to claim that "it is not me". As a result, I edited a little "send", and a prompt popped up:

Your account has been banned.

Cheng Jinyang: ..................

"Wang Wanrou!" He roared through gritted teeth.

"I'm sorry." Wang Wanrou said lightly, "They are so stupid, I can't help it." ”

"Then don't use my account to send it!" Cheng Jinyang felt that he was about to crack.

"You can explain to them that I was actually replying." Wang Wanrou said.

"My account has been banned." Cheng Jinyang wanted to cry without tears.

Of course, even if he is not sealed, it is impossible for him to reveal Wang Wanrou's name, otherwise it will cause a bigger question - Miss Wang has such a good relationship with you? Still use your private account to visit forums? As soon as such a rumor spreads again, it will not only be the Cheng family who will trouble him.

It's useless to blame Miss Wang now, Cheng Jinyang was anxious to think about how to deal with the follow-up of this matter, and Cheng Yizhou's call came in:

"What's going on in the family forum? I heard that you fired a map cannon and scared the whole family? The admins have found me here! ”

Cheng Jinyang hurriedly explained that the person who posted it was not me just now.

"It's not you, who is that?" Cheng Yizhou immediately asked.

Ah, this ...... Cheng Jinyang was stuck for a while.

He wanted to say that it was sent by Wang Wanrou, but then he had to explain why Miss Wang had his account, you must know that it was already 9 o'clock in the evening! The two of you are still chatting with each other at 9 p.m.?

"Okay, okay." Cheng Yizhou sighed, "Let's just say that your account has been stolen, so let's stop discussing it." ”

Hearing him say this, Cheng Jinyang was also relieved.

Sure enough, it was similar to what Ah Zhi said, because he was in the limelight in the afternoon order test, and he brushed his face in front of the Jiankang clan for the Shendu Cheng clan, so he had been treated as a core member of the family. Even if there is something moth, the family leaders will protect him.

Of course, this matter has been properly resolved, which does not mean that Miss Wang, the initiator, can be gently let go.

So Cheng Jinyang made an angry expression, and was about to turn his head to "angrily reprimand the five surnamed women", when he heard Wang Wanrou say:

"As for how to avoid being stamped by the Shendu Cheng clan tomorrow, and how to dispel the family's wariness of you in the future, it can't be simpler."

"Huh?" Cheng Jinyang was immediately diverted, "Have you already come up with a simple and feasible solution?" ”

"Of course." Wang Wanrou sneered, "Because your family is full of fools, and you don't even have people with at least some intelligence, so it's not difficult to change public opinion." ”

"You just took his mobile phone and posted it on his family forum to find out the internal situation of the Shendu Cheng clan?" Xing Yuanzhi, who had been playing with her mobile phone next to her, suddenly asked.

"Hey, did you just find out?" Wang Wanrou raised her eyebrows.

"After all, if you despise them just to show superiority, I don't think you'd do such a boring thing." Xing Yuanzhi said.

"Of course." Wang Wanrou said as a matter of course, "Kunpeng, who soars above the Nine Heavens, will he care about the opinion of the birds in the dust? ”

Cheng Jinyang: ???

"Wait, I don't understand." He raised his hand to indicate that he had something to say, "What do you mean by probing the inside?" You just swiped the forums and fired a few map cannons, why did it suddenly turn into a probe? ”

"You don't understand." Wang Wanrou put the pillow behind her flat and drilled into the quilt, "Sleep." ”

"Uh-huh, sleep." Xing Yuanzhi also put down her phone and plugged in the charging cable.

"Hey, why don't you explain it too!" Before Cheng Jinyang's voice fell, Xing Yuanzhi had already turned off the lights.

I always feel that these two girls seem to have formed some kind of tacit understanding against me.

No, we have to think of a way.

………………

Taicheng, Taiji Palace.

The former sister Cheng Xinnan, and now Her Royal Highness Princess Nankang, is walking briskly in the empty palace.

Not far from the left and right, there were several figures in robes, who were members of the Sima family, responsible for regulating and monitoring His Majesty's physical condition 24 hours a day.

Princess Nankang ignored these researchers and walked straight towards the depths of the palace.

She soon found herself in front of the Imperial Steps, flanked by spear-wielding synth warriors, their bodies made up of intricate alloy armor, and red-glowing sensors in their skull's eye sockets locked onto her, warning her not to go any further.

Deep in the layers of imperial steps, the Emperor sat alone on a throne in the shadows. Because the distance was too far away and the light source at the entrance of the palace, Princess Nankang could only vaguely see the silhouette of the figure sitting in the depths, like a clay puppet.

"Father." She whispered.

"Nankang." His father's voice sounded from the depths of the Imperial Steps, as if an electronic synthesized voice without any emotion, "You didn't go according to plan, why?" ”

"Because of Cheng Jinyang." Princess Nankang said in a low voice, "He is suffering from severe depression and needs to shield his heart disease through brain domain development, so I want to help him return to the Shendu Cheng clan." ”

The voice in the depths of the "Shendu Cheng ......" seemed to be a little melancholy, "After all, it still won't merge with us." ”

"But after all, he is the son of Cheng Qinghe and Xie Guyan." Princess Nankang emphatically said, "At the beginning, we were already sorry for Xie Guyan, and now we can't treat her son lightly!" Father, she's a ...... after all."

"I see." The voice of the person in the depths of the imperial staircase was gentle, but the meaning of the words that prevented her from continuing was unmistakable.

Princess Nankang closed her mouth with some resentment, and could only hang her head indifferently and keep her eyelids closed.

"Alright, you can step down." After about ten seconds, the Emperor's voice sounded again—this time in a completely cold tone.

"Father?" Princess Nankang immediately became puzzled.

He was good at asserting himself and appeared in advance in the Cheng clan's land, which caused Jinyiwei's task to fall short, and even disrupted his father's original plan, but he didn't issue a punitive task for himself?

"Are you okay?" The Emperor's voice was ethereal, as if it was whispering in an indescribable ear.

"Isn't there a new assignment for me?" Princess Nankang's voice trembled a little, and she said anxiously, "If you want to be angry, you can only anger your daughter!" Jinyang, he doesn't know anything......"

"Why are you angry?" In the shadows deep in the palace, the emperor's voice was low and eerie, as if he was asking her, and as if he was saying to himself, "My plan ......"

“…… It has never changed. ”