In the past, Liu Qingyu did all sorts of evil things, but always with a devilish and playful look, as if those people or things in his heart were just things that made him happy.

But now Liu Qingyu had a frosty look on his face, and his narrow eyes were filled with tsunami-like violence. No one had ever seen him like this before.

One of the guards ran in like a mess, and the others were too wary to step forward.

Liu Qingyu glared at Qingqiao and saw that her hair was loose and the beatings on her dress had left traces. She looked so embarrassed and pitiful, and he scolded her coldly: "Idiot!"

Qingqiao felt aggrieved and panicked, her eyes were sparkling with water, and they were stubborn and refused to fall down. Liu Qingyu's heart tightened when he looked straight at it. Before he could really get angry, he felt overwhelming distress. Such a perception made him panic. Before,

He had always teased her as a joke, and felt that she was different from other women. She was pitiful but stubborn and kind-hearted, but she never thought that he would care about him so much.

He even did not hesitate to do something for her at the gate of the Imperial College, but she was a girl, and even if he liked her, her identity...

However, if he likes her, he will be hers.

Liu Qingyu thought through his eyes and no longer had any entanglements. He looked at Qingqiao domineeringly, which made Qingqiao feel scared. She quickly turned around and turned her back to take care of Minglan and Jiang Yuming.

Out of the corner of his eye, he took another look at Liu Qingyu, only to feel that he was laughing and cold at other times, and he was simply a freak.

Just as he was about to talk to Minglan, he suddenly saw Qingmu passing by on the street in the distance. Qingqiao's face lit up, she let go of Minglan's hand and ran over, "Master!"

Qingmu, who was passing by the Imperial Academy without squinting, suddenly heard a familiar voice and stopped in confusion. Before he could turn around, he heard a clear oriole-like voice calling Master again.

But when he turned around, he saw the little girl clearly looking like she was being bullied. His stiff eyebrows immediately furrowed. He reached out to grab her shoulders and asked urgently: "Qingqiao, what's wrong with you? Who is bullying you?"

You!"

"Master!" Qingqiao burst into tears immediately after seeing her relatives.

But inside the gate of the Imperial College, which was more than ten meters away, everyone had a frosty look on his face, and even the surrounding environment was a bit colder.

Everyone felt that the atmosphere was condensed and did not dare to make any more noise, but there were people who went out without knowing how to read the almanac.

Finally, Mr. Wang Taifu and all the ministers who were in charge of the examination and marking came out. As a veteran, Wang Taifu saw that the guard was knocked to the ground. There was someone in his territory who was so impudent. With a scolding, he scolded Liu Qingyu.

"Master Liu, you are too presumptuous!"

It is conceivable that Liu Qingyu, who was already full of anger, would still give Wang Taifu a good face at this moment. He snorted coldly and said mockingly: "You even beat a woman, you are really not impudent from the Imperial College!"

"You!" Taifu Wang became even more angry. In front of everyone, although he was not his direct superior, he was still a higher official than him, yet he did not save any face.

But who is Liu Qingyu? No one except Helian Qiyu pays attention to him. What kind of prime minister or prince is that if you don’t give him some face? What kind of thing are you, Prince Wang?

How dare he hit his woman!

Liu Qingyu was furious and started making a fuss like a gangster, "You actually dare to bully my people. This matter is not over yet. I will definitely go to the emperor and ask him to give an explanation. I want to see it."

, this student asked for an explanation, but if he could not give an explanation, he would drive the progressive people of Shawu country away with sticks and almost beat them to death! Who will dare to ask for justice after this, and who will be willing to suffer for ten years?
Chapter completed!