"Lei Luo, do you really think of me as a mascot?"

After the adjournment of the National Assembly, parliamentarians and civilians departed one after another, the big people discussed legislative policy in tandem, and the small people bragged to each other about what they had seen and heard, and everyone benefited greatly from this unprecedented meeting of 100 people.

The crowd gradually dispersed around the Daimyo's Mansion, and the atmosphere in the capital today was lively and noisy, and the people of the Land of Fire began to talk in the streets and alleys, and their emotions were full of excitement and anticipation, as if change was a good thing.

In such an atmosphere, Guanghui stopped Lei Luo from the rear as soon as he walked out of the main entrance of the synagogue and was about to step into the steps, and said such a sentence, holding back the entire congressional questioning.

Her pretty face was full of unspeakable grievances, and faintly, there was a trace of hidden anger, which made her expression a little hideous, and she no longer had the grace and elegance she had on weekdays.

Sensing that Mitsue was very emotional, Lei Luo was silent for a moment, and then waved his hand to Mamoru Kageyama, Fugaku Shikahisa and the others who were following him:

"You guys go first, I have something to talk about with the Daimyo."

Several people glanced at each other, and the newly appointed prime minister bowed politely to Mitsue, and then followed-Konoha ninjas who only nodded to Mitsue retired together.

"Come, let's find a secluded place."

Lei Luo didn't mean to stop at the entrance of the Congress, beckoned to Guanghui, and walked down the steps on his own, walking towards the depths of the surrounding garden.

Seeing Lei Luo's back gradually disappear, Guanghui took a deep breath, tried his best to say to Xiao Qiu Xiaodong who was following beside him in a tone that was not waveless, "You guys also go back first." ”

"Her Royal Highness the Princess......"

Guanghui's state obviously made Xiaoqiu feel at ease, but before he could finish speaking, this call completely ignited Guanghui's anger: "Get out!" ”

Quickly holding the hand of his stunned sister, Xiao Dong lowered his head with a flat face, first bowed, sincerely apologized for Xiaoqiu's inappropriate title, and then retreated, pulling his sister away quickly, the whole process only took a few seconds.

After gasping for breath several times in a row, seeing that Lei Luo's side was getting farther and farther, Guanghui unconsciously bit her lip, forced her undulating chest, lifted her skirt, and rushed to Lei Luo's direction with small steps.

By the time she arrived at Lei Luo's side, Guanghui was already out of breath from exhaustion, and even her gorgeous red lips were bitten out of sharp teeth, and a wisp of bright red blood crossed her chin.

Here, it is a lotus lake, Lei Luo was originally holding his hands, watching the beautiful scenery of the gardens in the Daimyo's Mansion, hearing the sound of footsteps in his ears, he turned his head and looked at the embarrassed Guanghui.

"You're not a mascot, you're the Speaker."

The belated answer contained an extremely bland emotion, Lei Luo seemed to be simply stating something, stating the rhetoric that made Guanghui turn her mind, and this attitude also made the female daimyo feel even worse.

"Speaker? Heh~ That's a nice thing to say, I don't even have the power of a parliamentarian! I'm not allowed to make decisions, I'm not allowed to vote, I'm not even allowed to deliberate! ”

"Tell me, what's the use of me being here for this Speaker?"

calmly stared at Guanghui's twisted and hideous face, looked at the blood spilling from the corners of the other party's mouth, looked at the other party's clenched fists, cut through the sharp nails of the palms, and the pretty face seemed to have turned into a ghost......

Lei Luo was displeased, and responded without being salty:

"The speaker only has the power to preside over the Congress, not the power to participate in it, which is stipulated in the constitution, you ......"

"Don't talk to me about the Constitution! That's not something you can decide with just one mouth! ”

Interrupting Lei Luo's words rudely, sneering and staring at the slightly frowning eyebrows of the man in front of him, Guanghui gasped, feeling the hot breath in his chest, only to feel that his courage had become much more sufficient, and he simply roared loudly:

"After all, you just can't let go of my father's conflict with you! That's why you have to guard against me, against me, the so-called feudal remnant! ”

"Everyone has to play by your rules! It's a cool feeling, isn't it? Cooler than when you did it with me? It's so cool that you can abandon me openly and leave your woman aside! ”

"Relo! You bastard! You shameless ......."

Syllable!

A crisp sound came, and after a plop, Guanghui lay on the grass, looked at Lei Luo who slowly withdrew his palm, subconsciously covered his faintly red and swollen cheeks, and his expression fell into a dull mood for a while.

Lowering his head and staring coldly at this woman who was carried away by the desire for power, Lei Luo only felt depressed in his heart, deeply worried about something called the generation gap, he took a slight breath, and said slowly in a cold tone:

"Listen, you don't have the power to interfere in the country's decision-making, your power is only to supervise the parliamentarians, and cooperate with the cabinet in exercising part of the judicial power, so study the constitution carefully, stupid woman."

Due to Guanghui's special status and relationship with himself, the position of speaker given to the other party by Lei Luo is not the same thing as the position of speaker stipulated by the constitutional monarchy in the previous life, strictly speaking, it should be regarded as the president of the procuratorate.

The purpose of this arrangement is naturally to use the residual prestige of the other party's great name that has not yet dissipated, to deter those powerful and powerful parliamentarians, so that they can usually do things honestly and not go too far in certain things.

That's basically the way of balance.

Obviously, Guanghui couldn't understand the purpose of Lei Luo's arrangement, after all, she was only in her early twenties this year, six or seven years younger than Lei Luo, and she didn't have a lot of political acumen and struggle experience.

However, seeing that there is no chance to perform in the Congress, Guanghui will inevitably feel that he is not being used, and then hysterically spray at Lei Luo at this moment, and then take a slap in the face as a matter of course.

And this loud slap, including the series of words that Lei Luo said later, made Guanghui's mind clear up a little, and her composure seemed to have regained her calmness, she stood up silently and apologized to Lei Luo in a low voice.

The two sides were silent for a while, the breeze blew gently, Guanghui felt the itching of her cheeks, as if the pain had been relieved a little, on the other side, looking at the woman's delicate and tenacious look, Lei Luo's lips moved slightly, and he had the intention to talk about the specific functions of the speaker, but after all, he still sighed.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt...... Looking at Guanghui's red and swollen face, as if a big bag was bulging, Lei Luo stepped forward and stretched out his arm, wanting to cast a countercurrent on Guanghui, but because he didn't want to quarrel with the other party again, he hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, the palm of his hand was slammed open.

"Lei Luo, I will bear you a son, and then let him inherit all your power and status."

Without the slightest undulation of the tone came from his mouth, Guanghui stepped on it, and the fit pounced on Lei Luo, and then threw the luxurious clothes he was wearing on the grass to the side.

Feeling the woman's plump flesh clinging to her, the ambiguous aura transmitted to his mind between the touch of the skin, Lei Luo only felt more and more headaches, he really didn't know what to say about the whimsy of this woman.

Feudal? Secular? Ambitious? Still is......

Forget it, don't think about it so much......