Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 146 Only panic
The monkey-cheeked man, kneeling and crying in the rain with his stomach covered, naturally heard the voices of those officials shouting, and was so frightened that tears streamed down his face and almost passed out.

Dead, dead, he is going to die, the monkey-cheeked man never thought that selling his daughter would offend the king, trembling with fear.

Fan Qingtian's notoriety is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and everyone is afraid from the bottom of their hearts, and that fear is not the fear of making people surrender, but the fear of their own death.

Those officials kneeling on the ground were all more afraid than those common people, even a little more scared than those common people, because they received an order that the king would cut them off if they came one step too late. Just these words already made their hearts tremble endlessly.

The officials kneeling in the rain all bowed their heads, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly. It was unknown whether it was from the cold or from fear.

However, Fan Qingtian on the carriage did not reply to the official's shout.

The scene fell into extreme silence for an instant, only the sound of the rain falling on the ground.

He didn't hear Fan Qingtian's reply, and didn't let them stand up. The officials kneeling on the ground were even more frightened at this moment, and their hearts were beating violently. took them.

Quietly leaning against Fan Qingtian's arms, Mo Ziyuan looked up at Fan Qingtian who was thinking about something, and called out softly, "Mother."

"En." Fan Qingtian lightly responded to Mo Ziyuan.

"So mother just ignored them on purpose." Mo Ziyuan smiled and blinked his bright eyes.

After rubbing Mo Ziyuan's head, Fan Qingtian said calmly, "Let them kneel in the rain for a while."

"Oh." Mo Ziyuan nodded obediently.

Li Mie, who was sitting by the side, supported his head, and closed his eyes lazily listening to Fan Qingtian's words.

After a long time, Fan Qingtian said to Mo Ziyuan, "You stay here well, I'll go down and deal with things."

"Well, I'll listen to mother." Mo Ziyuan nodded seriously with a smile.

At this time, Bu Hai also came back, seeing Fan Qingtian coming out of the carriage, he quickly asked the groom to bring over a golden oil umbrella, and held it to protect Fan Qingtian from the rain.

"Your Majesty, be careful." Bu Hai carefully lifted the oil umbrella on the top of Fan Qingtian, for fear that a drop of rain would fall on Fan Qingtian's body.

As soon as Fan Qingtian's figure appeared, the atmosphere in the air suddenly became more tense.

Dressed in a purple gown with a golden edge and cloud patterns, he exudes a noble royal demeanor from top to bottom, making people want to kneel down.

The flawless face was peaceful, and the amber eyes contained a light of wisdom that overlooked the world, no one dared to guess.

Just like this, Fan Qingtian, who stood quietly in the rain, was as high as a demon god, making people inviolable and frightening at the same time.

Seeing that the rumored tyrant looked so handsome, the people present were very shocked with their eyes wide open.

Everyone had already turned Fan Qingtian into a monster. They never thought that Fan Qingtian would be so handsome and godlike. His wide-eyed eyes couldn't recover for a long time, and everyone was shocked.

All the officials didn't dare to look up at Fan Qingtian, they just lowered their heads and stared at Fan Qingtian's feet, trembling even more.

And the moment Fan Qingtian appeared, all the officials' hearts beat faster, and the cold sweat and rain from their foreheads mixed together and fell to the ground.

Looking coldly at the official kneeling on the ground, Fan Qingtian said without a trace of warmth in his clear voice, "Who is the city lord here?"

After Fan Qingtian's words fell, a man in his forties with a shiny face tremblingly said, "Wei, Wei, Weichen is the Lord of Yicheng, Du Fu."

With a cold light in his eyes, Fan Qingtian's eyes fell on Du Fu, and he said calmly, "As the city lord, what are your accusations?" The calm voice sounded indifferent, but the hidden temperature was warmer than an iceberg. Be cold.

Didn't expect Fan Qingtian to ask such a question at all, Du Fu's head roared, what is the city master doing, what is it?
With a flash of inspiration in his mind, Du Fu finally thought of one, and hurriedly said, "If you go back to the king, the city, the city owner's accusation is to protect the city..."

After listening to Du Fu's words, Fan Qingtian's eyes were thoughtful, and he remained silent for a while without opening his mouth.

The atmosphere fell into panic again in an instant. None of these officials trembled in their hearts. At the same time, they also hurriedly thought about their responsibilities, for fear that Fan Qingtian would ask questions and they would not be able to answer.

And Du Fu stared at Fan Qingtian's feet, the corners of the purple robe fluttered back and forth in the wind, as if Du Fu's heart was restless and fluctuating.

Finally, Fan Qingtian looked away from Du Fu, turned to look at other officials, and said coldly, "Tell me about your official positions and responsibilities."

Hearing that Fan Qingtian just told them about his official position and responsibilities, he was slightly relieved. Fortunately, they all remembered it just now. Are you okay?

With a fluke mentality, everyone spoke out their official positions and responsibilities one by one.

"Wei Chenning is the county magistrate of Yicheng. His duty is to make decisions for the people and solve problems for the people..."

"Weichen Jin'an is the Minister of Agriculture in Yicheng. His responsibility is to manage agriculture. The people have a good harvest and collect taxes according to the actual situation..."

With the introduction of a person, the time passed bit by bit. The officials kneeling in the rain did not dare to get up even if the cold rain drenched their bodies, let alone try to hide from the rain.

At this time, the last yellow-haired man in his twenties who looked very frail said solemnly, "The villain is the master next to the county magistrate. Wei Jiangcheng has no official position. What the villain wants What I do is to record the process and results of the county magistrate's opening of the trial."

Although the man in front of him was trembling and seemed frightened, he answered solemnly and did not flinch like other officials.

Listening to Wei Jiangcheng's words, Fan Qingtian's eyes flickered slightly, and then his eyes fell on Wei Jiangcheng.

"Wei Jiangcheng, raise your head up for this king to see." Fan Qingtian said in a calm voice with an irresistible tone.

Fan Qingtian named Wei Jiangcheng, and the inexplicable other officials all breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts. They couldn't help but slightly glanced at Wei Jiangcheng. There was no pity in their eyes, but a feeling that Wei Jiangcheng was their scapegoat. Glad look.

Being named by Fan Qingtian, Wei Jiangcheng's body trembled. He knew that Fan Qingtian was a tyrant who killed people like hemp. There were too many rumors about her. Wei Jiangcheng was originally an ordinary person. When facing the king, he still killed people. How could Wei Jiangcheng not be afraid of the unblinking king?

(End of this chapter)