How to Survive As a Villain

The sky is cold and green, and the north wind is called dry mulberry. It is only after the early winter that the weather has become more and more severe.

The morning light was slight and the **** was screaming. Most of the minions and prostitutes in the palace were still awake, and Luhe Qing had picked up the broom and was ready to begin cleaning the snow in the courtyard.

Thick snow covered the courtyard, tree shrubs, railings, and looked at the white ones at a glance, but the red plums in the courtyard were extremely beautiful.

Seeing no one underneath, the river took the broom as a sword and danced a beautiful sword.

Luohe clears his mind and sweeps the floor, but half an hour, the snow in the courtyard has been swept by him. Just as he is preparing to go back to the house, a snowball slams into his head.

The snowball was wrapped in stone, and the pain exploded on the clearing of the river. He reached out and touched it, and he saw the blood.

"Ha ha ha." Two unscrupulous slaves pointed at Luhe Qing and began to laugh.

"Hey, surnamed, I heard that the emperor saved you a while ago, then why didn't you go to Jingyang Palace?" The slave who was slightly fatter was laughing and extremely wretched.

"You look at his black-faced face all day, can the emperor hit him?" Another smirked.

The surface of the Weihe River was extremely cold, and without a word, he turned to enter the house.

"Hey, don't go." The fat slave stopped him. "We just want to talk to you."

Luhe Qing bowed his head and wanted to get around him. Another slave only reached out and grabbed the back of the river, and then pulled back: "Hey, give your face a shameless face? Have you seen the emperor have a temper? You can't even chat." Chatted?"

"Yes." The fat slave was uncomfortable, and he pushed the river to the river.

However, even if it was so insulting, Luhe Qing did not have the slightest anger and endured silently.

Zhao Gonggong, who was silent in the dark and looked at it all in his eyes, raised his brow.

"Grandfather, I think this person is so weak, it is not enough." On that day, Feng Guan, who was fined the river and cleared the river, whispered with Zhao Gonggong.

"Hey, idiot." Zhao Gonggong gave him a cold look.

Feng Guanshi is a flattering person. He never wanted to steal the chicken and not eclipse the rice. He suddenly blushes his neck thick.

Zhao Gonggong’s hands are behind his back: “The talent that can bear is the most terrible, and you should look at his eyes again.”

Feng Guanchang quickly stretched his neck and looked.

Because Luohe Qing has been keeping his head down, it is difficult to see his eyes, but occasionally he looks up, but the pair of scorpions are full of perseverance and fearlessness, like a blade, like a fiery fire, like a rushing river and sea, more like that The backbone of the mountains and rivers that have not been folded for hundreds of years.

But at a glance, people can't help but shudder.

"This..." Feng Guanwu was shocked.

"I understand? This person is clearly a head-stricken beast. If one can escape the cage one day, the person who has hurt him will be torn and crushed, and then swallowed, and there is no residue left!" Zhao Gonggong’s eyes were slightly stunned. The tone is dangerous. "This person... can't stay."

"What do you mean by the father-in-law?" Feng Guan did a decapitation.

Zhao Gonggong shook his head: "Although I have lost one slave in the House of Internal Affairs, the Emperor will not pursue anything, but he is the Prince of the South Yan State after all, and he was saved by the Emperor in the past few days, so he must not move, and it is best to deal with the beast. The way is not to kill them."

Feng Guangong respectfully leaned over: "Grandfather, please enlighten me."

Zhao Gonggong said slowly: "This kind of wolf-like person, only grinding his claws, pulling out his fangs, interrupting his spine, grinding his servility little by little, let He will live forever on the ground, so that he can not stand up in this life, can be reassuring, Feng Guan, you can understand?"

"The villain understands." Feng Guanshi leaned over again.

"Let's go." Zhao Gonggong waved his sleeves and turned away.