Chapter 571 A white-faced man who deserves only to be whipped
Murong Qing needed someone to vent her anger on, so she stood up immediately after hearing the sound, and with a flick of her gilded skirt, the teacup in front of her was overturned to the ground!
She stared at Feng Miao with a domineering look in her eyes, "Where did this princess say anything wrong?"
"Humph, the girl you are so grateful to was originally just a farm girl. It was all thanks to her father who usurped the throne that she was able to get this honorable position. What are they, father and daughter, worth!" Murong Qing gritted her teeth, her tone full of hatred. What
she hated was not only the play on the stage.
It was also the glory and wealth she had lost!
After being a princess for more than ten years, she was driven off the high platform in one day. The gap was too big.
Feng Miao was not used to being impatient. He walked over and said, "You keep saying that you are trying to seize power and usurp the throne. If you don't know, you would think that your Murong family is legitimate!"
He pursed his lips and said, "If I remember correctly, your family's throne was also seized from someone else in the beginning, right?"
Murong Qing choked.
The words that were about to come out were held back.
The old housekeeper felt that something was wrong and wanted to take her away quickly, but she shook his arm away.
At this time, Feng Jing stepped forward with a cold face and stood with his brother, "The Murong family is more than just robbing, they are simply despicable to the extreme!"
He began to recite in a cold voice, "The founding emperor of the Murong Dynasty was named Murong Huaidan. He was originally a horse slave who was used to be stepped on by others to get on horses. Because of his meritorious service in rescuing the princess, he was promoted to the son-in-law of the previous Emperor Wu."
"Later, when Emperor Wu was seriously ill, Murong Huaidan took advantage of the chaos to enter the palace, poisoned all of Emperor Wu's bloodlines overnight, and even did not spare his own wife and infant son. He then picked up the opportunity to open the Murong Dynasty. This is the real usurpation of the throne!" Jiang Fengjing snorted with disdain.
Feng Miao clicked his tongue even louder, "Oh, he relied on women to get to the throne, but in the end he even killed his wife and children. This Murong Huaidan should be called Murong Bad Guy. I can't believe that the descendants of such a beast have the nerve to say that other people's imperial power is not legitimate. It's ridiculous!"
Murong Qing blushed at the ridicule.
Her momentum weakened by three points.
The ancestor was actually a horse slave...
Isn't that even worse than a farmer!
But she still insisted, and after a long time, she said lamely, "So...even if he killed his wife and children? That happened more than two hundred years ago, it should have been over!" "
Anyway, since then, my family has sat on the throne for many generations. This world has long been our Murong family! It can't be taken away by others!" She had to talk a little bit even if she didn't understand, and she was excited again with her neck stiff.
Xiao Nuobao didn't want to pay attention to her.
But after hearing this, the little fat girl couldn't bear it anymore. Her eyebrows wrinkled like caterpillars, and her chubby face showed displeasure.
She jumped off the chair, "Arrogant and ignorant, the world has never belonged to anyone."
"It belongs to all the people!"
The soft and divine voice was like a sharp arrow that pierced through the quarrels, and everyone present was shocked.
In the theater, everyone finally came to their senses, and their eyes were all looking at the little princess who was walking upright.
Murong Qing was pretending just now and almost scared them.
Now everyone's heart was burning.
Yes.
The world belongs to all people, and everyone has a share.
How can it become exclusive to the royal family?
This is a beautiful statement!
Murong Qing also stared at the little man in front of him, a little surprised.
Where did this pretty boy come from? Could it be... that he is the son of Mu Yihan? !
Little Nuobao raised his obsidian eyes and met Murong Qing's surprised look, with a bit of disdain in his voice.
"I am Jiang Nuobao, you may not know me, but I still want to tell you, don't be too ignorant, there is no glory and wealth in the world that comes for free." "
If you want to enjoy the imperial power, you must first take care of the people. If you only enjoy yourself by stepping on the corpses of the people and do useless things for free, then it would be a mercy to spare your life. You are not qualified to shout in the capital anymore." Little Nuobao shook his head lightly, with childish contempt in his eyes.
The Murong family has harmed the people. They
deserved to die long ago.
Dad has shown mercy, they should take care of themselves.
After saying this, Xiao Nuobao waved his fat hands and called his brothers to go home, as they were too lazy to stay here and watch idiots.
In the theater, a burst of "thunder" erupted!
Everyone was excited and clapped their hands vigorously.
"It turns out that Princess Fuxing has appeared!"
"The little princess is so right!"
In the past, under the hands of old Murong, how miserable did the people live?
Even so, Murong Qing also had the nerve to come out and scream, and scream so righteously? It was simply shameless!
Murong Qing's face fell instantly.
However, she didn't notice that they had surrounded her like a group of hungry hunting dogs...
When she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she realized the danger and stepped back in a daze, "You...what are you all looking at me for! Wait, don't come near!"
"Humph, still want to bluff me? You are not a princess anymore. Our real princesses will love the people, and you, are just a remnant of the previous dynasty!"
The men, women, young and old in the theater were all filled with anger at this time, and some had already rolled up their sleeves.
"Everyone, don't be afraid of her. Have you forgotten the harsh taxes her father collected in the past? She has spent a lot of our hard-earned money."
"Go ahead, beat her up!"
"The law does not punish everyone. Even if the people from the government come, they can't do anything to us. Beat her!"
Murong Qing's heart trembled violently, and her fingers tightly dug the sleeve of the butler next to her, "What? Come and protect the car...this, this group of unruly people..."
However, the next moment, all that was left hanging on her nails were the fragments of the butler's sleeve.
The old butler greased his feet and ran away because he couldn't stand this stupid master anymore.
"You..."
"Ah! Don't touch this princess... Don't hit me... At least don't hit me in the face..."
"I'm wrong, I kneel down in front of you, don't hit me!"
There was a great commotion in the theater.
The owner of the theater took half an hour to report to the authorities. When the officials arrived, Murong Qing had been beaten to a bloody mess and tied to the doorpost. He knelt on his knees to apologize to the people. After
the news spread, it became a strange story in Beijing. The people felt relieved.
This matter also became the top topic.
Everyone talked about it with relish.
The doorpost in front of the theater even became a "celebrity" in Beijing. Thousands of people came to watch and check in every day.
When Mrs. Wu found out, she clapped her hands happily at home.
"What a restless thing, she still doesn't know how to behave herself after returning to the capital, and even dares to speak ill of Princess Nuobao in public, beating her up is the least of her worries."
"It was thanks to the princess's family that day that the people dared to take action after they gave her a beating!" Madam Wu laughed so hard that she couldn't stop.
But she didn't forget the old grudge.
Madam Wu had a clear distinction between love and hate, so she took out the silver and handed it to the maid, "Go, Murong Shu's face was bruised, and now she must be treated by a doctor! Go and buy a doctor who can get into her house, and mix some feces into her medicine, so that she can wait for her face to be rotten for the rest of her life!"
The eldest maid followed her master's temperament and ran out dancing, "Okay, Madam~ By the way, you have to add some chili water, it will hurt her to death!"
The little Siming in the cradle just woke up and heard the gossip, and burped milk in disgust.
Alas, mortals are so boring.
If it were him, he would directly reduce his life by fifty years in the life book, which would be much more effective than chili water.
No one noticed that the boy's toes suddenly started digging at the air frantically. He was already looking through Murong Qing's fate book to avenge his mother...
Soon, after a heavy snowfall, with the sky full of "goose feathers", New Year's Eve had finally arrived!
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