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

After a cup of tea.

Jiang Yingcheng put his hands on his waist, leaned forward slightly, blinked his almond-shaped eyes, and said innocently: "Can you do it?"

The robber who was knocked down by Lechen and his men in one blow lay on the ground, his expression filled with fear and humiliation: "...You know a little?"

"great!"

Jiang Yingcheng clasped his hands together, his expression visibly cheerful.

Then he enthusiastically stretched out his hands, trying to help the one who was writing up from the ground, complaining: "Uncle, couldn't you have said so earlier?"

If they had told me earlier, Uncle Lechen and the others wouldn’t have to do it!

Under the stares of Lechen and the others, the person who spoke suddenly exerted force with his legs and took several steps back: "Ahhh, don't come over here, don't come over here!!"

Jiang Yingcheng looked innocent, but he did not try to forcefully support her.

She stood up and looked around: "Where is your base~"

Lechen and others: "..."

The robber lying on the ground: "..."

Why are you asking this? ! !

What are you asking for? ! !

……

The robbers' lair was about half a day's journey from the city gate. When the group arrived there, either excitedly or helplessly, it had already become completely dark.

The old nest is located in a deep forest, in a very remote location. Even though it is early summer, the evening breeze already carries a hint of coolness.

Lechen pulled out a robe from the little girl's packed bag, wrapped her up in it and held her in his arms. When they arrived, she had just woken up.

"Well……"

Jiang Yingcheng slept very soundly. In her dream, the scene of her handsome father taking her to join the army with a look of reluctance was still vivid in her mind. When she woke up, she felt unsatisfactory everywhere she looked.

——Commonly known as morning grumpiness.

Jiang Yingcheng looked at the unfamiliar surroundings and frowned, "Where is this?"

The robber leading the way looked back at the little guy again and again, but dared not say anything.

But those lips that had been hesitating for a long time looked as if they had swallowed ten thousand swear words with difficulty.

Liaochen cast a warning look at each of the group of people and said calmly, "We're home."

Robber: “???”

What does it mean to be “home”?

Can you tell me whose house this is?!

However, before they could express their dissatisfaction with this remark, they saw the little guy in the bald man's arms was stunned, and then he suddenly straightened his upper body and looked around: "What?!!!"

Jiang Yingcheng, who had just woken up, was very easy to deceive.

She didn't even suspect that her Uncle Liaochen might lie to her. The first thing that came to her mind was -

[Is there such a shabby place in the palace?! ]

Lechen and others: "..."

They suddenly felt a little fortunate that although the little guy would mutter such words in his heart, he always had the tact to not say them out loud, otherwise, the group of robbers would have inevitably counterattacked in grief and anger.

Before I could fully feel the relief, I heard a childish voice ringing in my ears.

Jiang Yingcheng hadn't even woken up yet when he heard such devastating news. He took a deep breath and cried a little: "Have we become so poor?!"

How did the Xianyang Palace fight become like this? !

Lechen: “…”

"Wow, did we lose the fight?!"

After losing the war with Bei Ming, they ceded territory and paid compensation? !

Lechen: “…………”

"How can I live like this——"

She was fine, but what about her father and mother?

They have lived a life of luxury all their lives, how can they accept such a gap? !

The little guy spoke one sentence after another like a machine gun, leaving Lechen no room to interrupt. He could only stare blankly at the robber opposite him, whose expression suddenly turned into grief and anger.

Every sentence seemed to be expressing regret for their own plight, but every sentence turned into a sharp knife, stabbing into the chest of these robbers.

The robbers on the opposite side had ferocious faces for a while, but they could not endure the humiliation in the end. The robber leader angrily grabbed a weapon nearby and shouted: "Brothers, let's fight them!!"

A group of robbers moved upon hearing the noise, and several more people broke out of the room behind them, shouting: "Brothers, charge!"

Lechen: “…”

Lechen let out a long sigh, resigned himself to his fate and walked forward.

That night, the bald man who was holding a little ball in one hand and had his other hand bare, with a kind face but a ruthless and accurate hand, became almost everyone's nightmare.

Not to mention the other few guys who had developed shark-like kung fu that seemed to have been acquired through fighting on the battlefield.

In just a moment, all the robbers were knocked to the ground again, groaning continuously.

Liaochen chanted "Amitabha" casually, and then, with a little force, he stepped on the thigh of the leader who was retreating, and his voice was full of humility: "Are you still fighting?"

The leader: "..."

The leader burst into tears and said, "It took us nearly three years to build this place, and you guys are humiliating us like this. It's too much!!"

He hadn't wanted to bring this group of people to their lair.

But this group of people was very strange. Whenever he tried to lead them in the wrong direction, they would be able to make accurate judgments and suppress him violently.

After several unsuccessful attempts, they had no choice but to bring everyone back.

Can--

How dare these people disgrace the village they worked so hard to build! !

It's just too much!!

The force on Lechen's feet loosened, his eyes wandered awkwardly for a moment, and finally fell on the little guy in his arms.

Jiang Yingcheng was completely sober after this incident. Hearing this, his eyes wandered around and he whistled an extremely melodious tune in his heart.

[Strange, strange, what is Uncle Liaochen looking at Chengcheng for——]

The leading robber cried louder and louder, and finally he almost howled: "What on earth do you want to do?!"

Lechen: “…”

good question.

He also wanted to know.

……

This group of people's skills were not very high, and the things they could rob were limited. The word "thrift" was engraved in almost every trivial aspect of their lives, and they even insisted on only burning one candle in a room.

A group of people squeezed into the leader's relatively large house, looking at the table with indescribable expressions on their faces.

Jiang Yingcheng leaned his hands on the edge of the table and looked across at the robber who claimed he could write.

"Well...you write it like this..."

The sound of the baby's voice was very childish, but the words that came out were not like that -

Jiang Yingcheng spoke almost word by word: "I am very happy to see your letter."

The robber wrote down his words in a proper manner.

then--

"Your daughter is in my hands."

The robber's writing hand suddenly paused, and the ink from the tip of the pen slowly dripped, forming an ink circle on the word "Yan" he had just written.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Tuanzi opposite him with an expression of disbelief.

Can you say that again.

Who is in whose hands?!