Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 129

Bu Hai, who was following him, had an angry face at this time, and complained to Fan Qingtian dissatisfiedly, "Your Majesty, listen to it, so many people along the way accused you, and they scolded you behind your back. Let the old slave take care of them properly."

"Yeah, mother, they are good and bad, good and bad, they speak ill of mother, things are not what they think at all, Zi Yuan hates those people, and Eunuch Hai also scolded them when he gave in." Mo Ziyuan was also very angry. Angrily, he raised the sugar man in his hand to defend Fan Qingtian.

Today, Fan Qingtian insisted on not being public, and walked from the post station to the gate of the city, but unexpectedly heard countless people's dissatisfaction with Fan Qingtian, especially about the construction of these five towers.

Fan Qingtian didn't have any emotions when she heard the words, and let the common people say whatever they liked, and it wouldn't affect her mood anyway.

However, everything he has always flattered the king is right. Others object to the king and say that the king is not good. That is all rebellious Bu Hai said. He heard the people scold Fan Qingtian for being stupid, a tyrant, a waste of money, etc. Wait, how can you not give in and Hai gets angry.

After Buhai heard this, he wanted to step forward and stab them to death, but Fan Qingtian gave Buhai not to make trouble. There was no way, Buhai could only endure the bad breath forcefully.

The king was not in a hurry, the scene of the eunuch dying in a hurry was reflected on Bu Hai.

Of course, if someone scolded his mother, he would not be happy to be his son. Mo Ziyuan naturally wanted to make those people shut up and stop scolding Fan Qingtian. With Mr. Buhai taking care of them, those people would definitely not Dare to say that his mother is not.

With amber eyes shining with wisdom, Fan Qingtian calmly said, "Eunuch Hai, your mouth grows in other people's mouths, they can say whatever they like, they are the ones who are tired, not me.

Besides, if everyone said something I didn't like to listen to, it would be impossible to cut them all down. Now that the people in Mu Country have been killed by me, they are weak. If they are cut down, there will be no one in Mu Country. What's the use of no one's country. "

She is not the former Brahma Qingtian, who is unhappy when she sees anyone, and kills whoever is not pleasing to the eye. Now she wants to reorganize the Mu country and set foot on the Shenguang Pagoda to take revenge. She needs the power of the Mu country. The people are in dire straits.

Hearing Fan Qingtian's words, Bu Hai burst into tears. Hey, his king really made him feel so distressed. Before, the king would not think about it, but now the king has so many worries, Bu Hai is more worried about it. Fan Qingtian felt sad.

Thinking of the king who used to be carefree, who dares to say that the king is not, he cut you off with one sentence, and cut you off with a knife when he saw that you didn't like it. Now, for the sake of the Mu country, the king wants to wrong himself like this, how can Bu Hai Don't feel sad for Fan Qingtian.

But Mo Ziyuan secretly wrote down Fan Qingtian's words in his heart, what mother said is good, her mouth grows on other people, let them say, anyway, it is others who are tired, hehe, let others be tired , he only needs to be with his mother, and he doesn't want to be tired with others.

"Yes, what the king said makes sense, so I will spare their lives for the time being. Huh, next time I let the old slave hear these bastards say that my king is not right. See if I don't beat him to death!" Bu Hai He raised his orchid finger, pointed at those people who were talking a lot, and hummed.

Dare to be disrespectful to the king of his family, next time he hears it, you will feel better.

Smiling silently, Fan Qingtian also knew that Bu Hai was devoted to her, so he didn't say much.

During the conversation, Fan Qingtian and others had already arrived at the gate of the city.

There is a sharp wooden fence at the exit outside the city gate, heavily guarded to resist the way out of the people in the city.

And more than 1 soldiers were stationed a kilometer away from the city gate. Each soldier was wearing armor and holding a spear with a murderous look, stopping the people who wanted to enter the city.

The scene looks somewhat mysterious and spectacular.

At this moment, the narrow gate of the city gate was crowded by the common people, and those who couldn't squeeze in were all looking around outside the gate.

Countless people and common people seemed to have been given courage medicine today. They were not afraid that Fan Qingtian would kill them when they came here.

Seeing this scene, Fan Qingtian couldn't help touching his clean chin, and secretly said in his heart, "The common people are not afraid of me now, so should I be happier?"

After all, there is one level of fear, and another level of fear. What Fan Qingtian wants is not to make people avoid fear.

At this moment, the gates and stairs on both sides are also guarded by soldiers, and it is impossible for the common people to go up to the city tower to find out. Of course, generally not everyone can go up the city tower.

At this time, Fan Qingtian directly hugged Mo Ziyuan, squeezed into the crowd and walked to the stairs on the left side of the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the steps of the city gate naturally recognized Fan Qingtian. The moment he saw Fan Qingtian, he half-knelt on the ground and shouted, "Long live the king, long live, long live."

And following the soldier's shout, all the people's eyes were cast on Fan Qingtian, with shock, they stared blankly at Fan Qingtian for a while without reacting.

A white gown embroidered with silver trim, although simple, but wearing it on Fan Qingtian's body only gives people a more elegant temperament.

The wind of the king circulates around him, and a pair of amber eyes look down upon all living beings.

The handsome and flawless face makes all men, women and children obsessed with it.

Because everyone has always been afraid of Fan Qingtian, not many people know Fan Qingtian among the people.

In their memory, Fan Qingtian was like a demon.He looks like he has three heads and six arms, but when he saw him today, he found that Fan Qingtian was a very handsome person.

For a moment, everyone forgot about the ferocity of Fan Qingtian, and only felt that Fan Qingtian, who was standing in front of them exuding a royal air, was their aloof king, the king who suddenly made them submit.

Seeing all the people staring at Fan Qingtian like an 'animal', Buhai suddenly became angry, raised his orchid fingers and shouted at the common people, "You are so courageous, see Your majesty is still kneeling, do you want to be beheaded?"

Bu Hai bit the two words beheading very hard. When everyone heard Bu Hai's words, they couldn't help but shuddered.

Then everyone hurriedly knelt down on the ground together, trembling slightly, and shouted at Fan Qingtian in unison, "Long live the king, long live, long live..."

And those people who said that Fan Qingtian was wrong had cold sweat on their foreheads, and their hearts were terrified. Your majesty, will your majesty hear what they said and want to kill them?

Holding Mo Ziyuan in his arms, and hearing everyone chanting Long Live in unison, Fan Qingtian showed no extra expression on his face, his calm eyes swept around the people present, and then he said in a clear voice, "Excuse me."

(End of this chapter)