"Wulu Town is an ancient civilized town. Throughout history, all major events in the town have been decided by the clan leader, and outsiders are not allowed to interfere! Han Ruoshui, if others don't know the rules of the town, don't you know?"
Han Ruoshui lowered his head, not daring to look into those burning eyes.
Chen Xi was very dissatisfied with his suppression of Han Ruoshui: "What the patriarch said may make sense, but if a person is wronged in your town and no one can help her redress, what should we do? Are we friends standing on the side of
Can’t you even come out and say a fair word for her?”
"Girl, are you questioning my ability?" The old patriarch paused heavily on the majestic crutch in his hand.
The bells on the crutches jingled, and everyone around him dropped their heads in fear.
Even Han Ruoshui couldn't help but lower her head, weakly tugged at the corner of Chen Xi's clothes, and whispered to her: "Sister, the patriarch's cane has a lowered head, don't contradict him."
"..." Chen Xi sneered.
Does this old guy usually use this crutch to bully people?
But...why does the bell on this crutch look familiar to her?
Feng Qingyang gently waved the white jade fan in her hand, walked slowly to Chen Xi's side, and held her quietly in her arms.
Her beautiful smile was like an arrogant snow plum in the cold snow: "Patriarch, please calm down, we only arrived in your town last night, and we cannot judge your abilities for the time being."
"..." Good guy, what he means is that they will judge whether the clan leader's ability is good or bad based on this incident?
Drink! What qualifications do they have to say such things to the patriarch?
The old woman on the side saw the displeasure on the patriarch's face. She hurriedly stepped forward and said in a pretentious manner: "What a joke! Our patriarch is famous far and wide. No one within a hundred miles knows that our patriarch is the most selfless! Brat,
If you want to please a woman, you have to look at the situation clearly. Our clan leader is..."
The next words were stuck in Feng Qingyang's throat unknowingly as his eyes turned cold.
The old woman had a chill down her spine...
"In this case, please ask the clan leader to find evidence that Ruoshui killed someone before arresting him!"
Feng Qingyang's sleeves flicked, indicating that this group of people were not welcome.
The old patriarch paused the crutch in his hand again in displeasure, and his voice was as chilling as the ringing of a bell: "Do you think that Wang Siniang and her servants are not qualified to be recognized?"
"Since ancient times, there has been no reason for the plaintiff to also serve as a witness in the court!"
"you!"
"Patriarch, you are already a very old man. Instead of standing here and oppressing others like a young boy who doesn't understand the law, you should go back first to see if the prince really died due to ****.
Got it!"
Feng Qingyang glanced indifferently at the blue and white face of the patriarch. Under his sleeves, his plain white fingers formed handprints, secretly trapping the crutch opposite him!
When the crutch hits the ground three times, the punishment will definitely fall on those people opposite who don't know whether to live or die.
Those who knew how powerful the patriarch's crutch was had their hearts beating in their throats. Their eyes fell on Feng Qingyang's body in horror, gloating, or worry, and their palms were filled with cold sweat.
They even breathe carefully!
However, the grumpy patriarch failed to successfully move the crutch. Instead, what everyone was waiting for was a rapid and uneasy gasp.
A white-faced man rushed in from the outside with anger and saw the patriarch and his mother surrounding the woman he had secretly loved for a long time.