Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 182 The Evil Fall of Gaoling Flower 23

Everyone felt the sudden change in atmosphere, except the Right Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue who was furious.

He was originally a royalist and had disliked Zhou Yinghuai for a long time. Now that he had finally caught him with something, he naturally wanted to make some trouble.

However, while he was still cursing, his neck suddenly felt like it was hit hard by something. Before the pain even reached his brain, his entire head rolled to the ground.

There was a dull thud, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

Blood gushed out and the corpse fell to the ground, revealing Zhou Yinghuai standing behind it.

A few drops of blood splashed at the corners of his eyes, and the scarlet spots fell on his cold, jade-white skin, looking as weird and strange as a Shura from hell.

Zhou Yinghuai closed his eyes and threw the blood-stained Embroidered Spring Knife back to the Jinyiwei guarding the side of the palace. He opened his eyes indifferently and met the gaze of Yong Che, who had gloomy eyes.

"Ma Yutao was disrespectful in front of the palace. I am here to clean up the mess for Your Majesty. I hope you will forgive me if I have disturbed you."

The words seemed humble, but the expression did not show any respect.

Without even giving Yong Che a chance to speak, he immediately continued, "It should have been a blessing for my daughter to be sent to the Etiquette Department by His Majesty to study, but I learned this morning that she was not only severely criticized and scolded by the teaching nanny of the Etiquette Department, but was also imprisoned for self-reflection and suffered a lot."

This blatant lie made Zhu Ci'an unable to keep his smile on his face. He also knew what happened yesterday.

How could that little ancestor suffer any loss? She almost tortured the teaching nanny to death!

"Since Your Majesty cannot guarantee the safety of my little girl, I will take her back and teach her myself."

After many twists and turns, the real purpose was finally revealed. The eyes of Yong Che, who was sitting on the throne, were full of sarcasm and coldness.

He naturally understood that the rumors that Ma Yutao heard must have been passed on by Zhou Yinghuai with the purpose of angering him so as to make an example of him in the court.

He was telling him that if he was not released, he didn't mind killing a few more people in the court.

It's nothing more than chaos in the court and rebellion. Zhou Yinghuai, a madman, doesn't care about these things.

But Yong Che cares.

His goal is to create a prosperous world, so the degree of peace and prosperity in the world is determined by the degree to which his system mall permissions are open.

All inventions, reference books and methodologies of later generations are therefore readily available.

Gritting his teeth and swallowing the resentment that surged up, Yong Che sneered, "It's rare for the Prime Minister to be so filial. If so, I should go and take a look myself. If the Etiquette Department really bullied Shen Qingyu, then those who deserve punishment should be punished, and those who deserve death should be killed."

He did not directly respond to the matter of taking Shen Qingyu away. He stood up and left after he finished speaking. His dark dragon robe drew a sharp arc in the blood.

Zhou Yinghuai's eyes were gloomy, and he suppressed his violent rage like a storm. He stepped over the pool of blood and followed step by step. The bloody marks made people feel cold in their spines.

The corners of An's lips curled up slightly as he uttered the following blessing. In the deathly silence, he turned around and walked out of the Golden Throne Hall as if nothing had happened.

The Etiquette Department is located in the southeast corner of the harem. When everyone arrived there in a grand manner, everyone could see Qing Wan standing on the roof from a distance.

She was holding a wooden box, laughing smugly and arrogantly amid the noise and curses, and she really deserved a beating.

Yong Che: "..." Is this what they call being bullied? !

"Hey, old woman, you have the ability to climb up!"

Wang Peilan, who was holding a kitchen knife, had disheveled hair and her clothes were covered with ink. After hearing Qing Wan's provocation, she was so angry that she almost spit fire.

"Waste! Hurry up and climb up and grab that bitch! And, Sulan, where are the Jinyiwei I asked you to find? You are all wastes, why don't you all just die!!"

She was screaming and cursing when suddenly a silver ingot hit her nose hard. After she covered her mouth and wailed, big drops of blood kept falling from her nose.

The little palace maids who came out to watch the fun covered their mouths and laughed quietly, but they didn't expect that Qing Wan suddenly shouted at them the next second.

"Hey! Girls over there, I'm here to give out money! Whoever picks up the things that are dropped will own them!"

When she said this, she was bright and proud like a little fox showing off its power. The day was just right, and the golden sunlight fell on her, creating a halo that was holy and beautiful.

Everyone who was looking at her was stunned for a moment, until she actually began to open the wooden box, took out the jewels inside and threw them down like a fairy scattering flowers.

Su Lan, who was standing by, saw that those people were hesitant and didn't dare to move. Her eyes dimmed and she pretended to rush over to pick it up eagerly.

With her, the senior palace maid, taking the lead, the others gritted their teeth and swarmed over.

Seeing that the money she had saved for her entire life was about to be wasted, Wang Peilan was so angry that her eyes were red and she threw the kitchen knife in her hand at Qing Wanzheng without hesitation.

Because it was not far away and Qing Wan was standing on the edge of the eaves, her foot slipped when she tried to dodge and she fell straight down.

She was a little surprised. Before she could react, she was firmly held in someone's arms.

The familiar smell of pine snow lingered at the tip of my nose, and the pounding heartbeat echoed in my ears, as if it was going to break my ribs.

Qing Wan looked up and, as expected, saw the fear and dread in Zhou Yinghuai's eyes.

His hands were shaking.

However, when everyone gathered around him, he let go of Qing Wan in a distant manner, distanced himself from her, lowered his eyelids, and for a moment suppressed all his outward emotions.

But his breathing was still a little unstable, and his fingertips kept curling up as if in spasm.

"Your Majesty, my little wife was frightened, so she went back to the mansion to rest."

After saying this hastily, Zhou Yinghuai was about to leave with Qing Wan, but Yong Che stopped Qing Wan with a relentless attitude.

"You've caused such a disaster to the etiquette department in my palace, and you won't give me any compensation?"

Qing Wan met his playful and frivolous gaze, hesitated for a second, and then handed the wooden box that she had been holding tightly from beginning to end to Yong Che.

"There's a lot of money here, I'll give it all to you."

After saying this, she pointed at Wang Peilan, who was shivering and kneeling on the ground, and took the opportunity to complain: "Your Majesty, you need to be more careful. How can such a tormentor be a teaching nanny?"

She originally wanted to grab someone and complain about him, but before she could say a few words to Yong Che, Zhou Yinghuai turned around and gave her a cold look.

Her stubborn brain still showed some color, so she immediately distanced herself from Yong Che, jumped after Zhou Yinghuai, and waved at Yong Che without even turning her head.

"Goodbye, Your Majesty!"

There is no respect for elders and no rules.

Yong Che was almost made to laugh out loud by this idiot. His eyes were fixed on Qing Wan's back. He thought that sooner or later he would capture her and lock her up in the Luanfeng Palace, and then -

Be his beautiful canary...

A strange curve appeared on his lips, Yong Che retracted his gaze and threw away the wooden box.

A cold and indifferent gaze swept across the kneeling Wang Peilan, and he casually dropped two words as he turned and left.

"killed."