The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 103: Thousands of Imperial Guards, Chen Xing (3)

Li Bai blinked and raised his hand weakly, "I want to go too."

Song Lanyi was stunned, "What are you going to do?"

Before Li Bai could speak, Song Lanyi turned her head and waved her hand, "Okay, you can go if you want, it doesn't make any difference anyway!"

Li Bai held his breath in his chest, unable to breathe or swallow.

No, is he so dispensable?

Obviously when I met him for the first time, my eyes would light up when I saw him.

So, love will disappear, right?

Butler Wang thought about it and found sadly that if he went there, he would not be of any use.

He thought for a while, "Then I'll go to... the door and wait for you to come back!"

Song Lanyi gasped, amused by these words.

Inside Dingyuan City.

Since the newspaper was released in the morning, there has been an uproar in Dingyuan City.

The newspaper suddenly added a new column, and the content of the new column was controversial.

Then, Song Lanyi, who has always been famous for his talent, actually spoke up for the unknown author in this new column.

This is equivalent to dropping a huge boulder into a lake full of waves.

Some people even maliciously speculated whether Song Lanyi... had some unknown interests related to this "medicine".

But some people soon refuted it. What benefits can be compared with a literary name?

Literati, literati, don’t they just care about a literary name?

Even to the extreme, a literati can bend his waist for five buckets of rice, but he will spill blood for five steps to clear his name.

In the final analysis, Song Lanyi is only a seventh-level person. The most precious thing about her is her literary name.

What benefits could there be that could be so great that she would voluntarily give up her literary name and plunge into this muddy water?

It seems...not right?

Then, she can only take the initiative to plunge into this muddy water.

Song Lanyi's rise is extremely fast, and in the eyes of the world, it can be described as lightning fast.

Such a situation can only lead to two results.

One is to think that she is talented and then become a so-called fanatical fan or a die-hard fan.

The other one is naturally dissatisfied. You are so young, and although you are good at poetry, can you compare with the great scholars of the time in all aspects?

Obviously not possible, right?

Although I don't feel resentful, there are more or less subtle emotions in it.

So when Song Lanyi took the initiative to plunge into this muddy water today, these people... were all agitated.

But in today's hustle and bustle, there are still some people who rationally remain silent.

Many of them kept thinking about how this morning, the teahouse that was once filled with eloquent scholars was now filled with the most ordinary people.

There, these people burst into long-lasting applause because of the new column's manuscript.

In the end...what is right? What is wrong?

They don't know.

But the answer...maybe you can see it in this article.

At that time, the dry and cold wind blowing from Shuobei, mixed with gravel, hit the red lantern of Prince Ming's Mansion.

In the palace of Prince Ming, Prince Ming was sitting on the throne with a golden sword, squinting his eyes and looking at the visitor wearing a red flying fish suit.

The visitor's facial features were soft and delicate, but the aquiline nose on his face ruined this beauty, making him feel a little colder.

Especially when he looks at people with his slender eyes, they seem to be like thorns, looking up and down at people, always feeling like he is calculating something.

"You have to do this?" Prince Ming said softly.

There was a smile on Chen Xing's lips. He looked up at Prince Ming, and the smile on his lips grew wider.

"Why would you, Your Majesty, ask knowingly? Don't you already know about my grudges with Li Jingdao? Since in your eyes, I am already a villain, then why... don't I treat this villain more thoroughly?"

"What happens in this world is never what we think it is and what you think it is." Prince Ming glanced at him and pointedly said, "It's what you think is what you think it is. That's what you think it is."

The words of others are a villain who speaks a thousand times. As long as you don’t believe it in your heart, you won’t feel like a villain.

But...if you believe it yourself, even if others don't say anything, you are just a villain.

Chen Xing glanced at Prince Ming and took a step forward, "What if I want to be strict with him?"

Prince Ming suddenly smiled, "When did Dingyuan City become your territory, Chen Xing?"

After saying that, he dropped his smile and said, "I don't care why you came here or what you want to do. I just want to tell you one thing. I, Zhu Mingjing, am not dead in Dingyuan City. Don't take advantage of your Jin Yiwei."

One set to frustrate me. Some threads are not allowed to be touched! See you off!"

Chen Xing's face turned red when he heard these merciless words.

He glanced at Prince Ming bitterly, said goodbye hastily, and strode out the door as if he couldn't bear the humiliation.

When the hundreds of Jin Yiwei waiting outside the door saw this, they looked at each other and hurriedly followed.

When he walked to the deserted street, Chen Xing restrained his anger and had a serious look on his face.

Baihu couldn't help but be a little surprised, "Master Qianhu, are you not angry?"

Chen Xing's facial features were soft and delicate, and his smile was bright. He laughed, "Angry? Why should I be angry? Instead of being angry, I want to laugh!"

"What kind of person is King Ming? When I first came to Beijing, I could only see him once in the distance among the crowd. His red tassel was bright, his armor was cold, and he was aloof, looking down on all living beings."

"From that moment on, I made up my mind that I would crawl, step by step... even if it was... to be a dog."

Hearing the last word, the people behind Chen Xing were suddenly startled and subconsciously closed their mouths, not daring to say anything.

Chen Xing noticed it, but didn't care at all.

He opened his arms, squinted his eyes, enjoying the cold winter sunshine, and sighed, "Everyone in the world says that I am the lackey of my mentor, but so what? Even if I am a lackey, don't I wear this bright red flying fish uniform?

?Back then, I could only look at King Ming from afar, but now I am standing in front of him upright, right?"

Hundreds of households in Jinyiwei were very upset after hearing this.

This madman!

Who the hell wants to hear you say that this is true?

It doesn't matter if you say this or not, if we people hear it, if we remember it in the future, it will make us lose our heads.

You said it was cool, but when we looked back, our heads were gone.

No brain, cute?

He thought for a moment and chose to change the topic, "Master Qianhu, do we really want to take action against Li Jindao?"

"Li Jindao?" Chen Xing sneered, "You don't really think I'm here for him, do you?"

He put his hands behind his back and chuckled, "Many years have passed and my old friend has become a useless person. But..."

The last words were so soft that Baihu couldn't hear them clearly.

Only vaguely, he heard one word... "Song".

He suddenly thought of something and was startled.

Song......

The most famous "Song" in Dingyuan City...isn't that the little Song girl?

(End of chapter)