Chapter 344： Good night, my vampire majesty (36)

To sum up, the monarch has determined that Feng Qian is unlikely to inherit the throne.

After negotiating with the monarch, Feng Qian did not stay in the palace, but returned to the inn where he stayed with the fragments.

Recognized by the people of the imperial city?

In fact, Feng Qian still had no clue, and only agreed in one breath to hide the mission.

Now, it's a little troublesome.

Feng Qian pondered for a while, looked at His Majesty of the blood clan next to him, and asked, "How did His Majesty get the approval of the blood clan in the first place?"

His Majesty the blood clan tilted his head slightly, wondering: "Strength? Bloodline?"

Feng Qian blinked his eyes.

Well, Fragment became the King of the Secret Party by blood, and was established as His Majesty of the Blood Race by virtue of his strength.

If she has the strength, she also has it.

So... a violent solution?

system:"……"

later……

The system understands what Feng Qian means by violent solution.

Recently, strange things have happened in the Imperial City.

When the people encountered the bandits, before they had time to call for help, a beautiful girl stood in front of them and beat the bandits to their knees.

By the way, the den of thieves was also smashed.

Street Fighter bullies men and women, and just after he said harsh words, before he had time to act, he was taught a lesson by a little girl who came out of nowhere.

Corrupt officials are corrupt and oppress the common people. There is actually a little girl who confronted them directly in court. After revealing her identity, His Majesty the monarch hurriedly sent an decree to deal with the corrupt officials.

...

Almost everything that could be solved by force, Feng Qian was solved by force.

Because of Feng Qian's credit, in just a few days, the security environment in the imperial city has improved several times.

On the street, not even pickpockets dared to steal, for fear that a little girl would suddenly appear and beat him to the point where his parents would not recognize him.

Because of the confrontation with corrupt officials, everyone knew Feng Qian's identity.

The princess of the palace.

Ordinary people are beginning to be grateful to Feng Qian.

In the past, they were not only oppressed by the government, but also harassed by bandits.

Every day was trembling.

And since Fengqian was violently resolved, the bandits were brought in, and corrupt officials were found out, their lives have gradually improved.

His Majesty the Blood Race is very confused by Fengqian's behavior, but he will support whatever the girl does.

When the fight was almost over, Feng Qian began to change careers to be a good person.

Porridge to disperse wealth.

The scattered wealth belongs to His Majesty the Blood Clan.

Gradually, there are more and more remarks praising Feng Qian.

When the king heard it, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

When the king listened to the guard's report on Feng Qian's recent deeds, his expression gradually became strange.

How can there be such a thing?

Can there be such a simple and rude operation?

Unfortunately, the guard said, taking the bandits, teaching the bullies, etc., were all done by Feng Qian alone, and His Majesty of the Blood Clan did not participate.

When Feng Qian confronted corrupt officials in court, the news reached the palace, and the monarch had no choice but to issue an edict and obey the princess' investigation.

Unexpectedly, the situation developed to the end, it turned out to be such an outcome.

However, this was not over yet, and the other party began to give away porridge and money again, under the slogan of helping the poor and the poor.

monarch:"……"

He was dumbfounded.

Then, Feng Qian pondered how to better reflect the people's recognition of her.

then……

Feng Qian suggested to the monarch that it is better to let the people vote to choose the heir to the throne.

On one wall, a candidate's name is engraved.

Each citizen can only cast one vote, and the number is engraved on the wall of the candidate they want to vote for.

The monarch reluctantly agreed, and the imperial edict was conveyed.