Ninja at the top of the food chain

Chapter 688 Mascot

"Lei Luo, do you really regard me as a mascot?"

After the adjournment of the Congress, congressmen and civilians left one after another. The big shots discussed legislative policies together, while the little ones bragged about what they had seen and heard. Everyone benefited a lot from this unprecedented meeting of hundreds of people.

The crowd gradually dissipated around the Daming Mansion. The atmosphere in the capital is lively and noisy today. The turmoil of a week ago is no longer there. The people of the Kingdom of Fire began to discuss in the streets and alleys. Their emotions were filled with excitement and anticipation, as if change was a good thing.

In such an atmosphere, just as Lei Luo had just walked out of the main entrance of the auditorium and was about to step up the steps, Guanghui stopped him aggressively from behind, and uttered such a sentence, holding back the entire congressional questioning .

Her pretty face was full of unspeakable sorrow, and there was a hint of deep anger hidden in it, which made her expression a little ferocious, and it was no longer as graceful and elegant as usual.

Sensing that Mitsue was very emotional, Lei Luo was silent for a moment, and then waved to Kageyama Mamoru, Fugaku Shikuhisa and others who followed him:
"Let's go first, I have something to talk to my daimyo."

Several people looked at each other, and the newly appointed prime minister bowed politely to Mitsue, and then followed——the Konoha ninjas who only nodded to Mitsue and left together.

"Come on, let's find a quiet place to talk."

Lei Luo didn't intend to stay at the gate of the Congress, he waved to Guanghui, and walked down the steps on his own, walking towards the depths of the surrounding gardens.

Watching Lei Luo's back gradually go away, Guanghui took a deep breath, and said to Xiaoqiu Xiaodong who was following him in a tone as calm as possible, "You guys also go back first."

"your Highness……"

Guanghui's state clearly made Xiaoqiu feel uneasy, but before he finished speaking, this statement completely ignited Guanghui's anger: "Get out!"

Quickly grabbing the stunned sister's hand, Xiaodong lowered his head with a flat face, first bowed, sincerely apologized for Xiaoqiu's inappropriate address, then took his leave, and took his sister away quickly, the whole process took only a few seconds.

He gasped for several breaths, seeing Lei Luo walking farther and farther away, Guanghui bit her lip unconsciously, supported her rising and falling chest, lifted the hem of her skirt, and rushed towards Lei Luo's side with small steps. position.

When she arrived at Lei Luo's side, Guanghui was already out of breath from exhaustion, even her gorgeous red lips were bitten open by sharp teeth, and a streak of bright red blood streaked across her chin.

This place is by a lotus lake. Lei Luo was holding his hands behind his back, admiring the beauty of the gardens in the Daming Mansion. When he heard the sound of footsteps coming from his ears, he turned his head and looked at the embarrassed Guanghui.

"You are not a mascot, you are the speaker."

The belated answer contained extremely flat emotions. Lei Luo seemed to be simply stating something, stating something that made Guanghui change his mind, and this attitude also made the female daimyo's mood worse.

"Speaker? Heh~ It sounds good, I don't even have the power of a member! I'm not allowed to make decisions, I'm not allowed to vote, and I'm not even allowed to discuss matters!"

"Tell me, what is the use of me as the speaker?"

Calmly watching Guanghui's distorted and hideous face, looking at the blood overflowing from the corner of the opponent's mouth, looking at the opponent's clenched fist, the sharp nails that cut through the palm of his hand, his pretty face seemed to have turned into a ghost...

Lei Luo was displeased, and responded indifferently:
"The Speaker only has the power to preside over the Congress, but not to participate in it. This is stipulated in the Constitution. You..."

"Don't mention the constitution to me! That's not something you, Lei Luo, can decide with just one mouth!"

Brutally interrupting Lei Luo's words, staring at the slightly wrinkled brows of the man in front of him with a sneer, Guang Hui took a breath, feeling the hot breath in his chest, only felt that his courage had become much more abundant, and he roared loudly:

"In the end, you just can't let go of the conflict between my father and you! That's why you have to guard against me, the so-called remnant of feudalism!"

"Everyone has to play according to your rules of the game! This feeling is very cool, isn't it? It's even better than when you were with me? It's so cool that you can abandon me openly and openly leave your woman aside!"

"Lei Luo! You bastard! You shameless..."

Snapped!
There was a crisp sound, and after a plop, Guanghui was lying on the grass, fixedly looking at Lei Luo who slowly withdrew his palm, subconsciously covered his slightly red and swollen cheeks, and his expression fell into a sluggish moment.

Lowering his head and staring coldly at this woman who was dazzled by the desire for power, Lei Luo felt very depressed, and was deeply worried about something called the generation gap. The tone said slowly:

"Listen well, you don't have the right to interfere with the country's decision-making. Your power only lies in supervising members of parliament and cooperating with the cabinet in exercising part of the judicial power. Study the constitution carefully, stupid woman."

Due to Guanghui's special status and his relationship with him, the speakership that Lei Luo gave to the other party is not the same as the speakership stipulated by the constitutional monarchy in the previous life. Strictly speaking, it should be regarded as the head of the procuratorate.

The purpose of this arrangement is naturally to use the lingering prestige of the big name on the other party that has not yet dissipated, to deter those members of parliament who are extremely powerful, so that they should be honest in their usual work and not go too far with certain things.

This is basically the way of balance.

Obviously, Guanghui couldn't understand the purpose of Lei Luo's arrangement. After all, she was only in her early twenties this year, six or seven years younger than Lei Luo, and she was not rich in political acumen and struggle experience. It's brainless thinking about big plans.

However, seeing that there is no chance to perform in the Congress, Guanghui will inevitably feel that he is not valued, and then hysterically yell at Lei Luo at this moment, and then get a slap in the face as a matter of course.

And this loud slap, including Lei Luo's subsequent words, made Guanghui's mind a little clearer, and she seemed to regain her composure. She stood up silently, and apologized to Lei Luo in a low voice.

The two sides were silent for a while, as the breeze blew gently, Guanghui felt itchy cheeks, as if the pain had eased a little. On the other side, looking at the woman's delicate and tenacious appearance, Lei Luo moved his lips slightly, thinking to talk The specific functions of the speaker, but in the end, he still sighed in dismay.

"Does it still hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt."

How could it not hurt...Looking at Guanghui's swollen face, which seemed to have a big swelling, Lei Luo took a step forward and stretched out his arm, wanting to perform countercurrent on Guanghui, but because he didn't want to quarrel with her again, He hesitated for a moment.

At this moment, the palm was slapped away.

"Lei Luo, I will give you a son, and let him inherit all your power and status."

A tone without the slightest ups and downs came from his mouth, and Guanghui stepped on Lei Luo's body, and then threw the luxurious clothes on the grass on the side.

Feeling the full body of the woman clinging to her, and the ambiguous breath transmitted to his mind from the touch of the skin, Lei Luo only felt that his headache became more and more serious. He really didn't know how to evaluate the whimsy of this woman, Guanghui.

feudal?secular?Ambitious?still is……

Forget it, don't think so much...

(End of this chapter)