The Daughter of God's Destiny

Chapter 47 Designated Instructors
Feng Hanyue's words angered those warriors in an instant, looking at the strange teenagers and shouting, their eyes burst out with resentment and anger.

"Mr. Feng made it for us, why do you control us?"

"That's right, who are you!"

"Go! You are not welcome here!"

"Get out! Get out!"

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"Boy Luo, these soldiers of your family don't seem to know you, do you want to explain?" Feng Hanyue looked at Luo Qing and said with a wicked smile.

Luo Qing smiled evilly and said nothing, she sat down and poured a cup of tea and drank it by herself, looked up at the audience and shook her head after drinking a pot, said: "I think this is very good."

"Very good?" Someone's eyes widened in disbelief, and he was just about to jump up.

What do you mean very good?This kid won't be fooled by the blow, will he?It's okay to be scolded by others, but to be scolded by his own servants is so kind, I really don't know if it's because he is magnanimous, or...

Before Feng Hanyue could finish guessing, Luo Qingxie in front of him looked at everyone and pursed his lips, and said, "Old Man Feng, although you are good at practicing pills, your brain is not very good."

What Luo Qingxie said was to enjoy with his eyes closed, but what he said in the last sentence made Feng Hanyue blow his beard and stare, he wanted to say but stopped: "You...you..."

Luo Qing smiled evilly, picked her ears and said slowly: "I am a waste, a son who can only molest princesses, not to mention my cousins ​​are among the people who molest, if I am them, I don't need to ignore that I won't be convinced by what the son says, so, the same reason... I was afraid that they would recognize me before, but now I don't have to worry about it."

What Luo Qingxie said, Feng Hanyue's eyes paused slightly, put away the anger just now, and looked at the young man in front of him with a hint of emotion.

What Luo Qingxie said is not wrong. In the eyes of the outside world, even if others respectfully call you His Royal Highness, he is a worthless son in the eyes of the outside world, but in the end he is a nameless person, and others will not believe him from the bottom of his heart. He is respectful on the surface. In fact, I might be secretly laughing at sarcasm.

It's no wonder that these people treated Boy Luo like this, but he didn't get angry with these warriors. After all, he had already guessed this before.

I have thought so deeply at such a young age, where will the evildoers go after this?Feng Hanyue didn't know.

Who will know what the future holds?
Under the stage, the crowd may be tired of shouting, not as noisy as before. At this time, the young man in the stage narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his brow slightly, and knocked on the hearts of everyone with an irresistible tone.

"Everyone, you all want to know who I am, so I'll tell you now."

"My son is the instructor appointed by the late emperor. In name, I will be in charge of all your affairs. Whether you believe it or not, or accept it or not, this is the truth, so I don't care whether you have a deep friendship with the regent or not. But here, my son has the final say, even if the late emperor is here, it is still my son..."

At this moment, the original noise of the crowd became silent. Some people were in disbelief, some were angry, some were puzzled, and more of them made them feel ashamed.

Because no one can accept a boy who is more than ten years younger than them as their leader. In their eyes, he is just a child who has never seen the world since he was born in a greenhouse.

Want to be their head?To put it lightly, to be their boss is to beat all of us, otherwise it's out of the question.

　I have been in military training for the past few days, and my mobile phone is not allowed. I hope everyone will forgive me.It was a good thing to say, I wanted to save some manuscripts, and I wanted to be lazy for a few days after the military training fell apart these days, but who knew that the manuscripts suddenly disappeared.Although it is not the first time that I have lost a manuscript, I still feel distressed.

　　I stayed up late in the morning and recoded a chapter, but most of them were completely forgotten. Rubbing my head, my memory began to decline, and I really couldn't keep up with the pace of the times.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)