My Young Lord Is Really Righteous

Sitting quietly on the stone ladder in white clothes, the sky is slightly sunny after the rain.

A little bit of sunlight, through the torn dark clouds, sprinkled down, and draped on the handsome body of the young man in white. The majestic positive energy and sunlight reflected, like a winding dragon wrapped around the body in white.

Everyone watched this scene silently. The young man in white had a sneer in his eyes, and he didn't take it seriously. What's more, there was a touch of ruthless coldness after extreme anger, which made many people feel a chill.

The screen seemed silent.

No one thought that facing the overwhelming abuse that swept across the sky like a vast sea, this Young Master Luohong would not hide in the Luo Mansion like a turtle with a shrunken head, and would sit on the ground when the door opened.

Instead, let them continue to scold, don't stop.

provocative?

Are you confident? !

Seeing the white clothes sitting calmly, laughing wildly, indifferently, and mockingly watching them, many people couldn't help feeling nameless anger in their hearts.

Now you are being criticized by thousands of people, and you should be a coward, why are you so arrogant? !

Arrogant to make people uncomfortable!

In the crowd, voices gradually became louder, and the rustling and cursing became like a light rain turning into a torrential rain again.

Hiding in the crowd, the mob placed by Patriarch Wang shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you being arrogant about? The murderer is still being arrogant? You have the right to be arrogant when you massacred the whole family of the Zhao family!"

"People like you should arrange to be beheaded in the vegetable market! Stop the spread of evil!"

"Yes! What qualifications do you have to be arrogant? Killing people will pay for their lives!"

The crusade sounded like the sound of a sparrow.

Luo Hong's white clothes fluttered, and he was still sitting on the stone ladder, the corners of his mouth were slightly curved up, becoming more and more strange.

Luo Hong was not angry at first, after all, these people provided him with so many crimes, but... Hearing the abuse of these people, Luo Hong gradually felt angry.

The scolding is really ugly, the scolding is really unpleasant!

The Zhao family wanted to kill his brothers and sisters, so why couldn't he kill the Zhao family?

Half the world wants to kill him, so why not allow him to fight back?

You guys... know what a fart!

Below, a Confucian scholar stepped forward, his Confucian shirt flying, and raised his hand to point at Luo Hong.

"Tiege! Slaughtering people all over the house is an unforgivable crime! You should be killed!"

Afterwards, the Confucian scholar threw out the piece of paper in his hand.

The paper fell on the ground in front of Luo Hong.

Luo Hong picked up the paper.

The upturned corners of the mouth could not help but be smoothed.

Glancing at the content on the paper, and then folding the paper in half, Luo Hong stood up and patted the white shirt.

Step by step, down the steps.

"you say."

"Who are you going to kill?"

Luo Hong walked to the side of the Confucian scholar, and said warmly.

...

Luohua Courtyard.

The old man sat in a rocking chair in front of the window, admiring the plantains outside the window after the rain, and watching the thick clouds in the sky.

The little boy rushed in quickly and knelt down in front of the old man.

"My lord, hundreds of people gathered in Anping County to besiege the Luo Mansion, scolding Luo Hong angrily, and Mr. Luo Hong, dressed in white clothes, walked out of the Luo Mansion, sat on the stairs, and listened to the advice of thousands of people."

The little boy said.

Hearing the words, the old man in front of the window seemed to hear something funny, and he started to laugh out loud.

Thinking of that rainstorm, Bai Yi asked with a smile.

The old man understood that this Luo Hong was not as easy to suffer as he imagined.

"In front of the Luo Mansion, there was an adult massacre. Hundreds of thousands of Hu soldiers killed as soon as they said they wanted to, without batting an eye."

"Luo Rentu hopes that his son and daughter can be mortals in peace, but unfortunately, the world forced his son to hold the butcher's knife."

"Next, the long street will be stained with blood."

The old man said.

The child was suddenly surprised.

"My lord, that Young Master Luohong...does he dare to commit murder in the street?"

The old man swayed in his rocking chair, looked sideways at the increasingly charming Basho shining in the sun outside the window, and stroked his beard.

"Why don't you dare?"

...

Anping County Government.

County Magistrate Liu sat on a chair, ready to take a nap.

Compared with yesterday, his complexion was much better.

The battle of the high-grade cultivator yesterday scared him so much that he couldn't sleep all night. He drank a lot of tea and ran to the toilet many times to urinate. The point is that he couldn't fall asleep.

Now, most of the effect of the tea has passed, and when sleepiness strikes, County Magistrate Liu also plans to squint.

suddenly.

The county government arrested the head and entered, whispering in the ear of County Magistrate Liu.

Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Zhou entered the county government office, with servants behind them carrying two large boxes.

Boom!

The two big boxes fell to the ground, kicking up dust.

With smiles on their faces, Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Zhou ordered people to open the box, and the white ingots were neatly arranged in the box.

County Magistrate Liu narrowed his eyes immediately, staring at the two boxes of silver with a lot of meaning.

"What is this for?"

County Magistrate Liu was unmoved, sat on a chair, and said calmly.

"A little filial piety to Mr. Liu." Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Zhou looked at each other and said with a smile.

"Luo Hong in Naluo Mansion slaughtered the entire family of Zhao Mansion, even the female relatives and young children. This son is too murderous. Now he is accused by thousands of people and reviled by thousands of people. He has long been unpopular in Anping County."

"More than a hundred people in the Zhao family have all been murdered. How tragic. Even Zhao Yue, who had a secret love for Luo Hongfang, was beheaded. It is so inhumane! Lord Liu can't just ignore it!"

Patriarch Wang let out a long sigh and said.

County magistrate Liu stared at the white money, and when he heard Patriarch Wang's words, his face trembled.

Luofu?

These two aggressive people actually want to mess with the Luo Mansion? !

A dog-like thing, how many stinky money is it?

You actually want me to die? !

Before Luo Feng said that the surname of the king of Zhenbei was Luo, then county magistrate Liu had already guessed.

That honest and honest head of the Luo Patriarch may be the son of Zhenbei King, Luo Rentu who overwhelmed the three million Hu soldiers in Saibei with a flick of his fingers!

Is that something that a small county magistrate like him can mess with? !

"Get out! Get out of here!"

"Take your stinky money and get out! I look like the kind of person who accepts bribes?! Also, there is another mystery in this case, do you need to teach me to judge the case?!"

"Go away!"

Magistrate Liu was furious.

There are always people who are pressing, and they want to kill this official!

Patriarch Wang and Patriarch Zhou were stunned!

After being expelled from the county office, he suddenly felt a little cold.

...

Luofu.

When Xiao Douhua and Luo Xiaoxiao heard that everyone outside the mansion was scolding Luo Hong, both of them got angry, took the maidservant Hongxiu, and rushed out of the mansion filled with righteous indignation.

Before they got close, they all blushed with anger when they heard the extremely ugly insulting voice.

By the lotus pond.

Steward Chen started to make tea leisurely. Since Luo Hong said that he would settle this matter by himself, he was also happy to be leisurely, rubbing the ancient sword with one hand, and admiring the two delicate red carps under the lotus leaves at the same time.

...

Luo Hong walked up to the Confucian scholar, but the Confucian scholar was happy and fearless, with his back straight.

There was a sneer, contempt, and arrogance of a scholar between his eyebrows and eyes.

For the extremely famous Luo Hong, many Confucian scholars are actually not familiar with it. What these scholars hope most is to spread their fame far and wide.

Literati are naturally relatives, so they are naturally jealous of Luo Hong, who has an excellent reputation.

What is elegant and easy-going, what is an example of justice?

The better you praised at the beginning, the harder you scold now!

"My son... should be killed?"

The Confucian scholar turned his head and looked at Luo Hong, "Yes, you murderous devil! You should be killed!"

"If you still have humanity, you should commit suicide to the Zhao Mansion and apologize for the hundreds of people who died in the Zhao Mansion!"

The more Confucian scholars talked, the more excited they became.

He stood at the highest point of morality, overlooking Luo Hong, suppressing the righteous example of Anping County, he... so cool!

"Apologize?"

Luo Hong smiled.

"Sure enough, useless is a scholar."

"Have you ever heard a saying that if you don't know the suffering of others, don't persuade them to be kind?"

Luo Hong raised his hand, facing Zhao Donghan, who was standing on the stairs, as tall as a hill.

The knife on Zhao Donghan's waist trembled suddenly.

Wisps of sword energy wrapped around it, and the knife was pulled out from the air.

The knife exploded and fell into Luo Hong's hands.

Holding the handle of the knife, Luo Hong tilted his head, and glanced disdainfully at the bustling heads and the indignant crowd.

The corner of his mouth curled slightly.

Fuck you, tell the truth and tell the truth.

He looked at the Confucian scholar.

"Apologize, right?"

The Confucian scholar's expression changed slightly, and he felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

"You... what are you doing?!"

Luo Hong had a gentle smile on his face.

The sharp and cold knife rested on the Confucian scholar's neck.

Like painting a freehand landscape, a knife is like splashing ink.

Wipe slowly.

The Confucian scholar covered his neck and widened his eyes.

Blood gushed out from between the fingers.

The whole Long Street.

For a moment, there was silence.

ps: Monday, looking for fresh recommendation tickets~