Dressed as a petite jerk

"Nine thousand years old! The princess is mine! How can you..."

Zhao Rende endured the pain and jumped up.

Princess Fushun is the backer of his identity and the pedal for him to realize his ambition.

How can he lose?

"Huh?" Mo Jiuqin gave Zhao Rende a sad look, implying that - you dare to rob someone from me?

Zhao Rende is just a child of false luck through the "Gold Finger", he is a real coward who bullies the weak and fears the hard.

With just one glance, he gritted his teeth and said, "Nine thousand years old! Xuanyuan belongs to the royal family, not yours! I am the royal son-in-law, not what you can do to me!"

"I want the princess to..."

Apparently, every time he confronted people in the past, he had given the title of Princess Fushun.

But at this moment, the princess not only stood in front of him, but also changed her appearance greatly.

He could only stop temporarily, and then turned around: "I am the royal son-in-law, and I want the emperor to make decisions for me!"

It was consistent with Luo Qingci's plan to make trouble in front of the emperor.

"Want to ask the emperor to make the decision?" Lord Jiuqian said inexplicably, "Okay!"

"Then follow the rules!"

"The common people sue the officials, and the stick is twenty."

"Common people disrespect the royal family, first stick a hundred! Then deal with it."

"120 rods, just go straight to the palace after you're done."

After a pause, his gaze passed Master Zhang and Master Zhu: "Master Zhang and Master Zhu are in charge of the prison sentence!"

The person Zhang and Zhu impeached the most is Mo Jiuqin. Although they have not been successful, they have been targeting...

Therefore, when Mo Jiuqin ordered them, they subconsciously resisted.

Master Zhang: "120 years old, [-] sticks? If the stick punishes an ordinary person, this person will be crippled even if he doesn't die!"

Lord Zhu: "The lower officials also feel that this criminal law is a bit too severe..."

"According to the law? Is there a problem?" Mo Jiuqin sneered, and said, "Every day I say that I don't follow the rules. Now that I have managed to keep the rules, do you mean that I don't have to?"

"That's fine! Don't impeach me in the Golden Palace again!"

【Ding!Lord Nine Thousand Years indirectly took effect against Zhao Rende, and the two elders decided to grit their teeth and imprison them!Zhao Rende's luck value has dropped significantly...]

Zhao Rende still wanted to resist, but the people from East Prison directly removed his jaw, making him speechless at all.

Under the eyes of everyone, he was pressed on the street, his pants were stripped, and his white buttocks were hit hard with a heavy torture stick...

The two elders stopped their backs, but seeing Zhao Rende's battered skin, they also held back their fear, their eyes full of jealousy...

Mo Jiuqin lazily leaned into the soft chair carried out by his subordinates from the carriage, and sat comfortably, but his eyes were mostly on Luo Qingci, and his slender fingers tapped on the back of the chair. .

I don't know what I'm thinking...

until--

On the left and right sides of this street, two teams of Chuichuidada suddenly appeared.

The one on the left is for funerals. An official died in office and returned to the imperial city for burial.

On the right is someone who handles red affairs, the third son of the Marquis of Cheng'an married a wife, and he married two thousand pieces of gold from General Hussar...

The most unified rule in the whole world is to give way to weddings and funerals.

And now, Zhao Rende, who had only been slapped for more than [-] sticks, was lying in the middle of the two teams!

Death is the most important thing, don't add blood to people's good weddings... Not only do you have to let it go, but those who know the rules and etiquette will clean up the blood on the road!

Now, even Luo Qingci had to admire Zhao Rende's luck.

It's all like this, can something like this save the situation happen?