The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

"Woo~!"

With constant yelling, Jimo Qi dismounted first, and the guards who chased him also dismounted one after another. This place is no longer a place where you can ride horses and gallop.

Surrounded by tall mansions, Jimo Qi walked first and stopped in front of the most spacious and magnificent mansion. The mighty and majestic beast of the town house, the tall red lacquered gate, and the two copper rings with animal heads on it were hideous. Facing him, looking up, he looked at the four brilliant gold-lacquered characters on top of his head, and felt that there were bursts of coldness, which he couldn't describe.

"The Regent's Palace, the Regent's Palace?"

Muttering to himself, the voice of the boy in the voice-changing period was sharp and hoarse, coupled with the undisguised malice, in this cold and silent night, it resembled the mournful cry of a night owl, which made people feel uncontrollable. shiver.

Feeling the gaze coming from behind, full of forbearance and repression, naturally, and a little bold, releasing all his disgust and dissatisfaction, a smile suddenly appeared on Mo Qi's lips, turned his head, and it was too late to retract his face The guard with a disdainful expression met his cold eyes.

"Commander Qi, what is the crime for disrespecting your son?"

The lips were obviously pale, and seemed to be dry and cracked at any time. Under the moonlight, the ghostly raised lips outlined a glamorous look.

Commander Qi's eyes trembled, and he raised his head. Facing the young man's first smile, he shuddered a little. He calmed down, and his voice forced himself to be calm: "As a subordinate, those who are disrespectful to their superiors will be treated differently depending on the severity of the situation. degree of punishment."

He looked at Jimo Qi's eyes with a sense of persuasion, the severity of the plot, different degrees, such an obvious persuasion, Jimo Qi tilted his neck, and put away the unpleasant smile on his face: "Forget it, my son is tired today." I don't have the energy to pursue further..."

When Commander Qi breathed a sigh of relief, he added: "I don't like his eyes very much, so let's cancel a pair of his tricks as a punishment!"

"Sir..."

Commander Qi tightened his body, and Jimo Qi whispered next to his ear: "I think the Commander will not forget that this is prohibited by the order of the palace..."

Commander Qi lowered his head and waved his right hand lightly. The guard who wanted to struggle and curse was forcibly gagged by the people around him and dragged down. Two long marks were drawn on the ground.

Turning around and heading towards the side door, every step of her slender figure seemed to be measured, steady and deep, not at all like a young man with a weak crown.

"Let's go! Father should be waiting soon..."

Such an understatement determines a person's life and death. The youth's dark eyes seem to be a giant beast.

"My son, my lord, please go to the study and wait!"

Just entered the mansion, before he had time to do anything, the solemn-looking guards were already waiting at the side, Jimo Qi lowered his head, hiding the sarcasm in his eyes, and followed him towards the study in the center of the mansion.

Along the way, the entire palace seemed to be silent in death. Except for the footsteps of the two of them, no one moved around. The rockery and strange rocks, the shadowy shadows and the gloomy darkness made everyone living here suffocate. .

Jimo Qi didn't say a word, he knew very well how many eyes in the dark were staring at him where he couldn't see, tearing his flesh and bones apart inch by inch.

One step, two steps, three steps, four steps... 570 nine steps, counting silently in my heart, it's here.

"My lord, please wait a moment, wait for your subordinates to pass on..."

Without waiting for Jimo Qi's unspoken polite words, the guards leading the way went into the study, and the eight guards guarding the door turned a blind eye to Jimo Qi, treating him like a piece of air.

"Let him in..."

When Jimo Qi waited and was about to fall asleep, a deep and indifferent voice finally came out from inside, meeting the guard's eyes, the boy in black walked towards the study unhurriedly.

Without squinting, Jimo Qi leaned over: "My child has seen the father!"

After waiting for a long time for the order to get him up, Jimo Qi insisted on leaning over, even though his waist was a little sore, and as time went by, his bones became painful, and the sweat on his forehead slipped off.

With lowered eyes, he studied the sweat that dripped on the black marble board and split into eight petals thoroughly, and the sound of flipping the pages of the book eroded Jimo Qi's hearing.

"What are the three cardinal principles?"

The sound of turning the pages of the book stopped, and the voice at the top seemed to come from outside, Jimo Qi opened his lips without any hesitation: "The ruler guides the ministers, the father guides the sons, and the husband guides the wife!"

Without any intention to make him get up, Jimo Qi pursed his chapped lips, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes: "The three cardinal principles require that those who are ministers, sons, and wives must be absolutely obedient to the king, father, and husband. At the same time, the king, father, and husband are also required to set an example for ministers, sons, and wives..."

"Bang!" "Crack!"

Jimo Qi's head was smashed open by the heavy book, and blood flowed out, quickly staining the black clothes he had just put on red, and the dark colors seemed to be gnarled branches, winding and circling.