Vixen scolding the street, or a saint-level shrew scolding the street, who has ever seen it?

Today, the ministers of the Eight Extremes Palace can be regarded as an eye-opener, especially those who have taken refuge in Ying Weixian, they can't beat and beat, and only shamelessness remains.

However, what if the saint master is angry and wants to beat someone?

The dog bites the hedgehog, and the fuck has no place to mouth!

"Your Majesty, Wei Chen thinks that His Royal Highness Hero has a bad reputation among the people, and he has the name of Silver Devil, which is really insulting to the prestige of your Holy Lord. Dare to ask Your Majesty to recall His Highness as soon as possible.

He is still young, there is still a plastic opportunity, if he can be strictly disciplined, so that he knows the etiquette, the future may not be able to inherit the treasure, continue my frost state prosperity! ”

Someone stood up again, but what they said had nothing to do with Lichu, but Ying Weixian listened with a smile, like drinking a glass of rock sugar on a hot day, and every pore was refreshing.

Since you have an unreasonable saint, then we will not talk about Lichu, and directly attack the hero himself.

That kid is almost everyone in Frost State, and his reputation is notorious, this is a recognized fact, but I want to see how you can quibble.

Sure enough, He Qinghuan smacked his mouth and found that there was really nothing to say.

Of course, he doesn't believe in the name of "Silver Demon", but the common people believe it! People are choosing the palace prince, theoretically speaking, it should be perfect, no one can find fault, even if he is a saint, it is impossible for him to go to the street to pull people to explain.

Alas......

He Qinghuan turned his head to look at the Nvidia couple, although they didn't speak, but the two of them instantly understood what he meant - stigma is a double-edged sword, if you want to use this to protect the hero, you have to face the reality that others will attack it in turn.

Nvidia was depressed. He had already thought of a plan on how to correct his son's name step by step, but he didn't expect the hero to disappear in Bannu Mountain, and Ying Wei suddenly attacked again.

Reputation has always been very delicate, and it must be maintained over time, not without shortcuts, but it often means great risks and costs.

"Well, Li Aiqing has a point. There is no way to teach the son, and the fault of the widow is the fault, and when the male child returns, he will be tired and disciplined strictly. ”

He Qinghuan nodded: "Your Majesty is polite, it should be so." ”

"Your Majesty Shengming!" The official surnamed Li bowed, and then said, "In view of the fact that His Royal Highness the Hero still needs to be disciplined, the minister elected Dazong Zheng as the master of the Qing Palace." If His Royal Highness changes his evil and returns to the right, and then the great sect is still located in him, such an uncle and nephew are so affectionate, it should be called a good story for the ages! ”

Hiss......

He Qinghuan took a breath, looked carefully at the official who was only in his thirties, and asked, "Your surname?" ”

"Don't dare." The official bent down, "The next official Li Hexuan, the post of the young secretary of the Taiwan Imperial Court." ”

"Well, it's really 'shy'." He Qinghuan picked his teeth with his little fingernails, "At a young age, you can get the essence of being an official, you can be called a genius, are you interested in coming to Kunlun Academy?"

The old man's group of little rabbit cubs are not lacking in talent, but they generally lack hearts, if you are willing to teach them the study of thick faces and black hearts, the old man allows you to teach, how about it? ”

Li Hexuan was really thick-skinned, smiled slightly when he heard the words, and arched his hand: "Thank you for your love, and the officials are shallow in their studies, so they really don't dare to be called a teacher, ashamed, ashamed!" ”

He Qinghuan raised his eyebrows and gave him a thumbs up, but he didn't say anything more.

There's no way, don't be embarrassed to run into your opponent, he can't really hit someone.

You can not want the face of a saint, but you can't lose the bottom line of being a person.

"Your Majesty," Li Hexuan faced Nvidia again, "Weichen played, please Your Majesty." ”

"Li Hexuan, you also said that His Royal Highness still has a malleable opportunity, and the future can be expected, why do you have to set up a reserve today and do it many times? I'm afraid that there is any selfishness in this? ”

There are still many ministers who are loyal to Nvidia, and at this time, one person stood up and questioned.

Li Hexuan was not in a hurry, and asked rhetorically: "Lord Zhang, have you forgotten the four words 'to calm the hearts of the people'?" The position of the Qinggong has been vacant for many years, the hearts of the people are fluctuating, and the legacy is endless. This official is also for the sake of the early decision, how can he say it selfishly? ”

"Humph! Alarmist! You say that the people's hearts are floating, but why is what the official sees is the peace of the country? ”

"Lord Zhang has been in a high position for a long time, there are Chinese cars, there are brocade couches in the bed, and he has not been deep in the people for many years, how can he know that the people are safe and secure?"

"You ......"

"How can you know that the people are safe and secure!"

At this time, a cold snort suddenly came from outside the hall, everyone was shocked, Nvidia was happy, and Jiang Qiuyun almost couldn't sit down.

As a gust of wind blew into the main hall, a white-eyed tiger descended from the sky.

The guards outside the hall were blown to the ground, the ministers in the hall were in a riot, the table was overturned, and some timid palace maids couldn't help but scream.

I saw that the white tiger had wings, huge as an elephant, fierce and unscrupulous, as if the divine favor descended to earth.

Its fangs were slightly exposed, and it glanced coldly at the hall, and then bowed its head and crouched, instantly obediently like a cat, revealing a person sitting on its back.

The man was dressed in blue and gray shorts, and looked like a peasant boy, but he was handsome and heroic, and he was a hero!

He jumped off the tiger's back, and with a drop of it, a few ball-like things rolled under the threshold.

That's a couple of heads!

A palace maid who was close screamed, rolled the whites of her eyes, and fainted.

Only then did people notice that the hero's body was stained with a lot of blood, and even the hair on the chest of the flying tiger's mouth was spotted and full of blood.

What did this man and a tiger just do?

"Xiong'er!" Jiang Qiuyun didn't care about any manners, and ran off the throne with her skirt.

The hero hurriedly hurried to meet him, hugged his mother and said, "Mother, don't worry, these are not children's blood." ”

Jiang Qiuyun checked him up and down, and saw that there was indeed no wound, so he breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Didn't you send Yan Yan and Jia Qiao back to the room, how did you make yourself look like this?" ”

The unscrupulous master is really unreliable.

Glancing at He Qinghuan with resentment, the hero said: "It's nothing, it's just that a few thieves were found outside the palace wall, and the child dealt with it easily, so it was like this." ”

Thieves? What kind of thief can run into the Eight Poles Palace?

Jiang Qiuyun's expression was cold, and he turned his face to look at his own brother, the commander of the Tiger Guard of the Eight Poles Palace, Jiang Taihe.

Jiang Taihe's face turned pale in an instant, and he rushed to the front of the palace gate. The heads all belonged to his close lieutenants, but there were no sons among them, which made him breathe a long sigh of relief.

At this time, the hero said: "Uncle, I have something to tell you, my nephew also met my cousin Minghui, our brother has not seen him for a long time, and he is very happy, so my nephew wants to stay in the palace for a few more days, so he can be close and close, don't blame him for not returning at night!" ”

The corner of Jiang Taihe's eyes jumped fiercely, and he bent over: "Your Highness's love, that's ...... His blessings. ”

"Hey, it's all a family, and my uncle is outside."

The hero waved his hand casually, helped his mother back to the throne, and then stepped back and knelt down solemnly: "Erchen wishes my father a blessed and long life, long live immortality!" I wish my mother eternal youth and a long time!

The child is not filial, and he comes back late, so please punish his father. ”