Perhaps they had not expected that a servant boy would dare to speak so shamelessly in front of so many ministers. The people behind Lord Zhu also became angry.
"How dare a little servant boy be so presumptuous in front of Master Zhu?!"
"How can you have the right to speak?"
"Mr. He, are you just going to watch your men humiliate and intimidate Zhu Jijiu and do nothing?"
He Yin looked at the person who spoke last with his eyes slightly narrowed, his expression noncommittal.
If I remember correctly, this person is from the Wu family.
Chen Huaixu stood still, waiting for them to realize that what he said was useless before he said, "Come here, please wait outside the hall for a moment. Mr. He will be here soon."
After the guards had escorted them out, she leaned back against the table, her voice still smiling, clearly wanting to stir up trouble: "Go out and solidify your image as the 'Crane God'?"
The aloof Crane God stared straight at Chen Huaixu with his dark green eyes, and suddenly sighed, "Chen Huaixu, what will happen if you leave and leave me alone?"
Shen Huaixu glanced at him and said earnestly: "You should learn to be independent. In three years, you can build up your own power, but -"
She stood up and walked out of the hall, stretching out the ending tone and speaking lazily, "If you call me aunt, I don't mind staying with you for a while."
Fu Yin's tongue nudged his teeth. If he were still Fu Tuan, he might have bitten that slender figure. Now he could only restrain himself.
For the first time, Fu Yin missed the days of the Futuan.
Mr. Zhu soon understood what the little servant meant.
They were taken outside by the guards. The scorching sun made them so angry that they could only suppress it with all their might until the master and servant walked out of the hall.
He Yin stepped forward, and a pair of wings appeared out of thin air in full view of everyone, and then quietly gathered behind him.
Lord Zhu and the group of people he brought with him had never witnessed such a spectacle on the day of the palace coup. When they heard about it before, they thought it was just a low-level and sinister trick.
Now seeing it with their own eyes, some people rubbed their eyes in shock, but when they looked again, the same thing remained before their eyes, and they couldn't help but open their mouths wide.
"This is an illusion, a mysterious illusion!" The Wu man, seeing He Yin striding towards him, repeatedly warned, "My lords, please do not be fooled by such tricks..."
As he spoke, He Yin was already standing in front of him. His tall figure gave people an extreme sense of oppression, forcing his voice to gradually decrease until it was almost inaudible.
He Yin's eyes swept over the shocked and confused face of Old Master Zhu. Adhering to the principle of respecting the elderly and loving the young as taught by Shen Huaixu, he opened his thin lips and said, "Old Master Zhu is old. Lord Wu, would you be willing to do it for me?"
The tone was flat, and no one could detect any question in it.
Sure enough, the next second, the wings behind him spread out, stirring up a gust of hot wind. His big hands grabbed Lord Wu's clothes on the back, and the two of them flew into the air.
Wu Daren let out a terrified cry, which hovered over the palace for a long time.
He closed his eyes and waved his limbs in the air without landing. At this moment, he heard a voice. The voice contained a smile, but it seemed to be filled with venom.
"If you move again, I'll let go."
"Master Wu, this is humiliation and intimidation. Remember this."
Neither the sound of the wind nor his own screams could prevent the sound from invading his eardrums. In an instant, Lord Wu's heart, which had been lifted up, fell into the abyss.
Shen Huaixu didn't hear these two words. She suppressed her smile, looked up for a moment, and said to the dazed old man Zhu, "The old man has an upright character. He has been an official for thirty years with an incorruptible record. It is truly rare."
These words brought Mr. Zhu back to his senses from his shock. He looked at the little servant. He should have mocked the boy for such obvious flattery, but for some reason he couldn't say it out loud.
Shen Huaixu didn't mind the presence of others, and continued in a deep voice: "I think the adults are disdainful of party struggles and scheming.
"But given the current situation, if it weren't for my master taking charge, Nanxia might be facing a change of dynasty. If there were a war, innocent people would be hurt. Mr. Zhu loves his people like his own children, how could he bear this?"
So, without He Yin, Nanxia's fate is over? Old Master Zhu felt that the little book boy in front of him was really good at flattering himself, and his face was as big as a basin.
Only the last question made him dazed for a moment, and he remained silent.
His temper had caused him many losses. Thirty years had passed, but he still hadn't become more mellow. All he adhered to was loyalty to the country, diligence in his work, and love for the people.
Apart from anything else, he saw one thing clearly: if it weren't for He Yin, the current situation in Nanxia would never be so calm.
Chen Huaixu didn't want to know what Mr. Zhu was thinking, so he kept talking to himself, "Have you ever thought about whether being pushed into the spotlight and opposing my master so loudly was entirely your own intention, or whether someone just added fuel to your anger?
After all, you are the chief priest, and your students are all over the world. If you raise your arms and call, many people will respond. Otherwise..."
She paused meaningfully and tilted her head to look at Mr. Zhu.
Mr. Zhu froze when she looked at him, and he shivered even in the hottest weather.
He found that his originally firm ideas seemed to be being led by the nose by this little servant boy.
Shen Huaixu said softly, "Could it be that Mr. Zhu has any rebellious intentions?"
"Ridiculous!" Old Master Zhu was so shocked by her last words that he almost jumped up. His face flushed and his neck thickened. He took a few steps back and pointed at her with a trembling finger. "You little brat, you're talking nonsense! How audacious!"
Chen Huaixu was about to say something else when he found that there were no more screams in the sky. Looking up, he saw He Yin bringing someone down. The person in his arms was limp and seemed to have fainted.
He Yin folded his wings, touched the ground with his toes, and after standing firmly, he dropped the person to the ground.
"My Lords, bear witness to this: it was Master Wu who fainted because he was too timid. It was not intentional on my part."
Except for the extremely angry Mr. Zhu, everyone else was silent and agreed in a low voice.
"Master Wu may not be able to stand the sun, so Mr. He can't be blamed."
"Mr. He is absolutely right..."
In between, Master Zhu shouted in a discordant roar: "He Yin! Your little servant has slandered me. How do you plan to punish him?!"
Chen Huaixu looked at He Yin who was looking at him with innocent eyes.
This old man has lived to such an old age in vain. He gets angry at the slightest thing and is not steady at all.
"Oh? Henian is young, Master Zhu, please don't bother with her." As if he couldn't feel Master Zhu's anger, he emphasized the pronunciation of the word "old" while speaking.
He Yin said this lightly and looked up at the sky. "It's getting late. If you guys want to go on a day trip to heaven, please talk to me another day when I'm free. I'm sorry I can't accompany you."
After saying this, two figures, one tall and one short, left together, leaving the ministers looking at each other in bewilderment and the furious Lord Zhu.
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