The tyrant is changing the plot madly because of the fake princess's voice

"Demon Cult?" Jiang Yingcheng's eyes lit up, "Demon Cult Leader?!"

Eunuch Changshun nodded, his voice hoarse, "That devil's martial arts are unfathomable. If he hadn't taken the initiative to go to the East Factory, I'm afraid it would have been difficult for our people to catch him."

"Are you talking about Yu Xingmian, sir?" Two heads suddenly popped out from behind the two of them, frightening Jiang Yingcheng so much that his whole body shook violently.

Eunuch Changshun turned around and asked: "Master Liaochen, do you recognize him?"

"I don't really recognize him," Liaochen nodded slightly, "but calling him the devil is a bit unfair."

Jiang Yingcheng and Eunuch Changshun looked at each other and tacitly invited Lechen to the middle: "Uncle Lechen, please take a seat!"

She swept the bench a few times with her sleeves in a serious manner, and politely led Uncle Lechen to sit down.

Liaochen took the teacup handed to him by the little fellow with great satisfaction, and said calmly, "The Moyu Sect founded by Yu Xingmian was originally just an organization that sold intelligence. Later, because they had too much information, the righteous alliance labeled them as a demonic sect and tried to wipe them out completely."

"That's right," Zhong Chengwang also followed up, "My master also told me the same thing."

"It is said that five years ago, Yu Xingmian chose to sacrifice his freedom in order to avoid the encirclement and suppression of these so-called righteous sects, in exchange for the Mo Yu Sect hiding in the dark and waiting for an opportunity to make a comeback."

"All forces are looking for the traces of Moyu Sect, hoping to seize the opportunity to take it into their pockets, but no one has been able to find any clues."

Liaochen sighed with envy: "I have to say, Yu Xingmian is quite something. So many people risked their lives for him. Even during the years he was in prison, this group of people lay dormant in secret as he wished, just to wait for him to get out and then strike back."

Zhong Chengwang also sighed: "Alas, he was a genius of his generation, but he died at such a young age..."

"Intelligence organization?"

Jiang Yingcheng's murmurs were filled with curiosity, causing the hearts of the people present to beat out of control for no reason.

I was so excited when I was talking just now that I forgot that this little guy loves to join in the fun.

Liaochen's eyes drifted away for a moment, and he silently wanted to move away from the seat -

"Uncle Liaochen," Jiang Yingcheng grabbed Liaochen who was about to leave, raised his head and asked him, "You can't beat him, right?"

Lechen: “…”

He immediately realized the little guy's intention and sneered in his heart.

Ah.

Just a provocation.

"He is a genius of his generation. He is so young. Even the righteous martial arts world is so afraid of him that they need to besiege him from all sides." Jiang Yingcheng blinked his eyes. "Uncle Liaochen, were you also targeted like this when you were young?"

Liaochen remained unmoved.

Although he had not caused such a big stir as Yu Xingmian, he had been constantly challenged by others since his sudden appearance, and he had not had a rest for several years.

A mere Yu Xingmian was not enough to make him jealous.

"That leader seems to be still very young?" Jiang Yingcheng nodded like a little adult and said in a deep voice, "It's right not to let him come out, otherwise, he will definitely have a share of the position of martial arts master~"

“That’s right—”

Jiang Yingcheng raised her head and looked at her Uncle Lechen innocently: "Is the position of martial arts master fixed? After this Yu Xingmian comes out, will he squeeze Uncle Lechen out?"

hiss--

After this series of punches, not only Lechen himself who was provoked, but also the few people who were listening on the spot turned their heads slightly with toothache.

Liaochen stood there like a sculpture, only lowering his eyes slightly, his pupils moving downward, and then -

He sneered, "Just him?"

Eunuch Changshun's heart skipped a beat and he had a bad feeling. However, before he could react, he saw the usually gentle Master Liaochen suddenly step forward, grab the little ball to his chest, and the next moment, he had floated several feet away.

Then, two black shadows jumped up from the ground and followed closely behind. Zhong Chengwang and Wu Leyong also jumped onto the high wall and chased in the direction the two men left.

In the empty field, only the little ones' increasingly quiet cheers could prove that several people had stayed here.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Jiang Yingcheng said with a stern face, "Chengcheng still needs to go back to study!"

The man who had become as stiff as a statue suddenly turned into Eunuch Changshun who was still standing there.

The eunuch following behind him asked tremblingly: "...Eunuch, what should we do now?"

half an hour.

"Hmm?" Eunuch Changshun finally turned around, "You're asking me?"

He showed a gentle smile: "Well, go get three feet of white silk for us first."

The world was beautiful, but he had seen enough.

"..."

The eunuch who had asked the questions earlier was shaking even more violently.

……

When several people finally rushed out of the palace wall, Jiang Yingcheng finally stopped pretending to be reluctant, and excitedly asked Uncle Chen to go to the snack shop in the city to buy some gifts for "her father's intelligence organization manager."

He didn't consider at all whether the genius who had endured humiliation and hardship would like those sweet and sticky pastries.

After being awakened by the cold winter wind, Lechen's expression was frozen, and his voice was trembling: "How are you going to tell your father that you are leaving the palace?"

Jiang Yingcheng suddenly stopped humming the little tune in her heart, and looked left and right with her eyes wandering, but she refused to look back at her Uncle Lechen who was about to break apart.

[Chengcheng doesn't know~ As soon as I opened my eyes and closed them, I was already outside the palace~]

Liaochen slowly closed his eyes, his heart filled with despair.

……

Lu Yao had just returned to the East Factory and had not yet had time to catch his breath when he heard his men rushing in to deliver a message.

"Little princess?" Lu Yao was dazed for a moment, "Didn't you come here to pass on the message yesterday?"

The scene of the little prince and several others crying in the cell last night is still vivid in my mind. At that time, it was this person who came in to report.

The visitor also looked dazed: "The little princess, she, she's here again..."

Lu Yao: “…”

Lu Yao hurriedly welcomed the person in again.

This time, he didn't bother to deal with the little girl, making the long list of reasons she had painstakingly prepared useless.

"Your Highness, please play here first. I still need to interrogate Zhang Dingan. Time is really urgent, so I will not accompany you for now..."

After Lu Yao finished speaking, he was about to leave, but he felt someone gently tugging at the hem of his gown.

He suddenly had a bad guess -

Little guy, don’t you want to go see Zhang Dingan?

He lowered his head, waiting anxiously for the little guy's final verdict.

Jiang Yingcheng grabbed the corner of Uncle Lu's clothes and said timidly, "Cheng, Chengcheng, can you come with Uncle Lu?"

A lively voice followed: [Chengcheng wants to see Yu Xingmian, wants to see Tianjiao! ]

Lu Yao felt relieved.

Oh.

It turns out that he was looking at the leader of the evil cult...

However, before he could let out a sigh of relief, he took another sharp breath.

Who are you looking at? Who are you looking at?