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

"Hey, this one is wasted!"

Jiang Yingcheng took the initiative to replace the rice paper with new one, and when he saw the handwriting on it clearly, he muttered quietly: "Hmm... so ugly."

The robber who wrote: “…”

Listen to what you say, is it human language?!

wrong.

"You, you just said..." The robber said in a difficult voice, "What is in whose hand?!"

Jiang Yingcheng blinked his eyes and repeated, "Your daughter is in my hands."

The robber who wrote: “…”

Didn't he hear clearly?!

He didn't dare to hear clearly!!

The robber who was caught doing labor threw away his pen, and the hairs on his body stood up: "Don't hurt me!"

Although the contact time was short, it was enough for him to see many problems!

This little guy is lively and cheerful, and seems to be no different from an ordinary child. But in fact, every servant following him is very skilled. You can pick any one of them and beat them all to the ground.

The family of such a child must be extremely powerful.

He didn't want to get into trouble with such a behemoth just because of a letter!

Jiang Yingcheng was stunned for a moment, then he picked up the pen again with a good temper and handed it back: "Don't be angry."

She tried to convince them with reason: "Once you finish writing, we can leave. You don't want Chengcheng's uncles to stay here forever, right?"

Xu Jiu snorted coldly at the right time and tensed all his muscles.

Robber: "..."

Is this a threat?!

This is a threat, right?!

"No," the robber refused the brush handed over by the little guy and rolled his eyes at him. "If you leave, your family's thugs will come again, and there may be more of them."

"No, they won't find this place!" Jiang Yingcheng shook his head and continued to persuade, "It's just a letter, it will be over soon!"

If the handwriting of each of her uncles was not unique and they were all afraid of committing the crime of deceiving the emperor, she would not have to rely on herself and deceive people into writing letters!

The robber's green eyes scanned the bodies of Chen and the others, and asked a soul-searching question: "Do you think I'm stupid?!"

If it's that simple, why doesn't the man behind you who looks like he has a lot of ink write? !

Why didn't he write about the man who looked so noble? !

Why doesn't that bald guy write?!

If no one writes, then he won’t write either!

Even if he jumped off this mountain and died, or hanged himself on a tree in the forest, he would never write a single word! !

Jiang Yingcheng's figure paused suspiciously for a moment, his eyes wandering.

After a while, as if she had prepared herself mentally, she turned her head again and said confidently: "But if you don't write it, the uncles can do it now!"

Robber: "..."

If you can’t convince people with reason, then you can only convince them with virtue!

Jiang Yingcheng patted her Uncle Lechen's arm: "Uncle Lechen, go for it!!"

……

Another half moment passed.

The robber, with dark circles under his eyes, looked at the little devil in front of him with humiliation: "Your daughter is in my hands, what next?"

Jiang Yingcheng leaned his little head over, stared at the robber and wrote: "I won't return it."

Robber: "..."

The robber asked anxiously, "You will leave after I finish writing, right?"

The words "I won't return it" clearly indicate the intention to take root here!!

Jiang Yingcheng looked up in confusion, not understanding why this uncle with ugly handwriting felt so insecure, but he still answered honestly: "Of course~"

She frowned and looked at the furnishings in the room, with a hint of disgust in her eyes.

She said nothing, yet it seemed as if she had said everything.

Robber: "..."

It seemed as if all the humiliation of this life had been suffered today.

The robber gritted his teeth and said, "I won't return it. What's next?!"

"Hmm... Chengcheng, think about it... I won't return it." Jiang Yingcheng's attention was immediately called back, "Mind yourself."

The robber paused as he was about to start writing, and Jiang Yingcheng quickly pulled the rice paper away from its spot.

"What a risk, what a risk!"

The robber looked sore: "You... have a grudge against your father?"

"Yeah?" Jiang Yingcheng looked innocent. "What?"

Although she was angry with her father, she still loved her father very much!

Where is the hatred? !

Before he could utter a rebuttal, Jiang Yingcheng's eyes inadvertently swept across the rice paper in his hand, and his firm answer suddenly became less confident.

She tried to explain, her tone empty: "The tone was a bit fierce, but don't all threatening letters look like this?"

You can't write in the letter: "Your daughter is in my arms, wait for me to come over and give you a shoulder massage", right?

The robber slammed the table: "Are you being a little fierce?!"

It's already super fierce, right?!

He slammed the table, and Jiang Yingcheng slammed it back too, not wanting to give in. However, she failed to control the strength and it hurt so much that she almost cried.

"Can you blame Chengcheng for that?!" She said stubbornly, pointing her finger at the piece of rice paper that had been ruined. "It's because your handwriting is so ugly and you can't hold the pen steadily, so Chengcheng tried to keep it as simple as possible!!"

She had many more threatening words to say, but she deleted most of them just to take care of this unreliable robber!

The robber's anger, which he had been holding back all night, was ignited by this sentence. He stood up angrily and shouted loudly: "My handwriting is ugly?!"

"I have studied poetry and books for more than ten years, and you say my handwriting is ugly?!"

"You didn't know that I—"

"shut up!"

The robber leader, who had been watching quietly, suddenly shouted loudly, successfully interrupting the roar of the person who was writing.

The man seemed to have suddenly pressed the pause button, and the action was frozen on the moment he stretched out his hand to hit the table. The lively expression instantly shifted to Jiang Yingcheng's face.

【Studying poetry and books? 】

She accurately grasped the key point of that passage: [After studying poetry and books for more than ten years...yet your handwriting looks like that?]

Isn't this too unreasonable?!

Just then, a breeze blew through the hall. In the flickering candlelight, Jiang Yingcheng's eyes were deep yet cunning.

【There is melon! 】

The powerful radar for capturing the big melon was activated instantly, and almost at the moment when this voice came out, everyone saw that the little guy who was full of energy just now suddenly lowered his head and soon fell into a state of meditation like an old monk.

The robbers who saw this situation for the first time were stunned and took a big step back, their hands almost shaking out afterimages: "We didn't do anything!!"

Lechen and the others looked at each other in confusion, then lowered their heads in lack of interest.

They have more important things to do now!

After a moment, Jiang Yingcheng raised his head in surprise and looked at the robbers opposite him: [Wow——]

[These robbers have a story! ! ]

Suck.