The palm of the paranoid emperor is spoiled

Chapter 701 My daughter is not your turn to speak
Snapped!
A crisp and loud slap.

Covering her burning cheeks, He Qinwei looked at Wei Zhenggang in disbelief, with aggrieved and puzzled expression on her face.

The dignified Miss He, even her parents were reluctant to say a harsh word, but she was slapped suddenly. He Qinwei was stunned, and looked at him with tears in her eyes. Mouth.

"It's not your turn to speak to my daughter just now."

As a person who commands thousands of troops, he must have the potential to command thousands of troops. The iron-blooded aura honed from the battlefield makes people feel terrified involuntarily just by looking at it.

He Qinwei's clothes were soaked in cold sweat in an instant, and she said with a pale face, "I didn't know she was your daughter... I really don't know. If I knew..."

Xiao Zhenggang said coldly: "Do you think you have been wronged?"

The people he personally brought back, whether they were daughters, wives, or friends, were all his people.

Is it okay to wantonly insult if you don't know?

He Qinwei's face was full of panic, her lips twitched slightly: "Fourth Brother Fei..."

Xiao Zhenggang's voice was extremely sharp: "If you dare to say anything against her in the future, I guarantee that no one from your He family will be able to stay in the imperial capital in the future!"

He Qinwei cried like a child, no longer proud in front of Yan Zhixin, she stretched out her hand to pull Zhenggang's clothes: "Fourth brother Fei, I was wrong, please forgive me!"

Xiao Zheng had just seen life and death on the battlefield, her heart was as hard as a stone, hearing this, she just glanced at her hand holding his clothes.

Seeing his blade-like cold eyes, He Qinwei trembled, turned around and strode away.

Ten years of following was ruined by one sentence.

She and Xiaozheng have just come here...

He Qinwei's body went limp and she couldn't support herself and fell to the ground.

……

On the way back from the temple, Yan Zhixin bought a brush, ink, paper and inkstone, and taught Fei Yunhao calligraphy after returning home.

The power of idols is great.

Fei Yunhao is usually so skinny that he can go up the wall to uncover tiles, but he likes all the things that Yan Zhixin is good at, so he pestered Yan Zhixin to teach him how to draw with a brush, and Yan Zhixin took advantage of the opportunity to teach him to practice calligraphy.

He actually studied hard.

Seeing the old lady and Mrs. Fei feeling relieved for a while, they almost wanted to go to the temple to worship again.

While practicing handwriting, Fei Yunhao's disconcerting voice came from my ears: "Uncle, you're back? Look at my handwriting, it's so pretty!"

Yan Zhixin raised her head when she heard the sound, and saw that Xiao Zheng had been standing quietly by the desk for an unknown amount of time, and she hadn't spoken a word.

She quickly put down her pen and got up, when suddenly she felt a shadow passing over her head...

She raised her head subconsciously, just now she touched her head with her hand, her voice was very low, with a hint of guilt that was hard to detect: "It's my father's fault."

Yan Zhixin thought of the recordings she had sent in the past, and shook her head with a smile: "It's okay, I never take care of insignificant people."

Xiao Zhenggang felt pity in his heart, even more pity than when he knew she was his daughter in Haishi.

This incident happened because of him, because he didn't protect her well.

After being silent for a while, he said: "I told you on the plane that I would not let anyone bully you... If anyone tells you any nonsense in the future, you must tell me."

He will never show mercy to those people.

Yan Zhixin replied: "Okay."

Xiao Zheng just patted her head again, and gave her two things: a bank card and a key.

(End of this chapter)