Comprehensive film and television: Female supporting role counterattack plan

Ling Qiu followed Zimu and Mo Yuan excitedly, and the three of them went to Taichen Palace together.

Along the way, Ling Qiu kept asking Mo Yuan about Emperor Donghua's personality and the situation of Taichen Palace.

Mo Yuan responded incoherently, but in his heart he was wondering whether Donghua would take action against Ling Qiu.

When they arrived at the gate of Taichen Palace, Ling Qiu nervously straightened his clothes.

"Lord Zimu, Lord Moyuan, you are finally here." Chonglin, who was at the door, saw the two and hurried forward to greet them.

"I wonder what to call this Supreme God?" Chonglin had seen many newly promoted Supreme Gods in the past tens of thousands of years, but he had never seen one so young, so he couldn't help but feel curious.

"Ling Qiu, a young member of the clan."

"It turns out to be Ling Qiu, the Supreme God from Luoxia Realm."

Chonglin muttered silently in his heart: No wonder the Emperor would rather give away the Red Gold Blood than go to Luoxia Realm to be a sparring partner for Silver Fox.

Zimu and Mo Yuan nodded at Chonglin and took Ling Qiu into Taichen Palace, but Chonglin led the way at a leisurely pace.

"It looks like Emperor Donghua's injury is not serious."

"Yes, Zheyan and Yehua are here too."

Zimu nodded in understanding. It seemed that a certain disrespectful old man was going to pretend to be pitiful in order to hook Fengjiu, that silly fox.

In the room of Emperor Donghua in Taichen Palace, the white-haired emperor was lying weakly on the couch, and the silly fox Fengjiu was crying beside the couch. Emperor Donghua was willing to pretend that the beauty was crying.

Zhi He on the side almost rolled her eyes, she knew very well how resistant her brother was to thunder, this was obviously too fake, no one would believe it except Feng Jiu.

Seeing Zimu, Mo Yuan and the others coming, Emperor Donghua raised his eyelids slightly.

Looking at Zimu's half-smile, she suddenly felt guilty. Zimu, this fox, is not as easy to fool as Bai Qian.

Emperor Donghua decided to strike first and spoke first: "It's rare to see the Supreme God Zimu bring the younger generation of the clan out. Why did you bear to bring them out today?"

"My ninth daughter heard that the emperor was seriously injured by lightning and was afraid that the emperor was dying, so she dragged Zhihe back to Taichen Palace. Poor little fox Lingqiu and Zhihe haven't finished talking yet."

Zheyan was stunned when he heard Zimu's words. Over the years, it was always Donghua who spoke sarcastically about others. This was probably the first time that Donghua was spoken of by someone else.

Fengjiu looked at her new sister in surprise, then looked at Ling Qiu, and suddenly felt that her previous behavior was very similar to that of the evil mother-in-law who forcibly broke up a couple in a storybook.

Emperor Donghua's deep gaze slowly fell on Ling Qiu and Zhi He, and a hint of amusement flashed quietly in his eyes.

That look seemed to contain endless meaning, which was hard to fathom.

Ling Qiu felt that the gaze was as heavy as a thousand pounds. His heart was pounding with nervousness and he lowered his head involuntarily.

He looked like a frightened deer, with anxiety and uneasiness almost overflowing.

Emperor Donghua was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "Ahem... since you haven't finished what you want to say, go and finish it and come back."

The voice was deep and magnetic, with an unquestionable majesty.

Seeing Fengjiu's worried look while serving tea and water, Zimu rolled his eyes. He even didn't forget to pretend to be weak. I'm really impressed.

When Ling Qiu heard this, he felt an indescribable feeling of ecstasy in his heart.

"Ling Qiu thanks the Emperor." Ling Qiu's face lit up brightly and he quickly thanked Emperor Donghua.

Then, he looked at Zhihe with his bright eyes, full of expectation.

Being looked at like this by Ling Qiu, Zhi He suddenly felt embarrassed.

Afterwards, Zhihe pulled Ling Qiu and ran out, his movements were swift and decisive.

She thought to herself: I can't bear to see my brother acting pitiful anymore, otherwise I will definitely laugh. It's definitely not because I'm embarrassed.

No matter how you look at it, Ling Qiu's words are more reliable than those of his sworn brother.

Mo Yuan and Zi Mu looked at each other, their eyes met in the air, and they instantly revealed a meaningful smile.

When Emperor Donghua was doing something bad, Zimu slowly said, "Ling Qiu is the grandson of the Seventh Elder. I heard that the Emperor and our Seventh Elder are old friends."

The tone was calm and steady, yet it carried a hint of tentativeness.

"Hiss——" The silence of the surrounding air seemed to be broken by this slight sound.

"Ling Qiu, are you okay?" Zhihe's worried voice came from outside, and the voice was full of concern and anxiety.

"Zhihe, I'm fine." Ling Qiu said and turned to look at Emperor Donghua's living room.

Afterwards, he silently wrote down the name of Emperor Donghua in his little notebook.

Emperor Donghua looked at Zimu speechlessly, his expression full of helplessness and depression.

Finally, he squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "I, the Emperor, would like to thank Lord Zimu for reminding me."

There was a hint of gnashing of teeth in that tone.

The Silver Fox Clan is well-known for holding grudges throughout the world and the six realms, and the one who holds the most grudge among them is undoubtedly Ling Qiu's grandfather.

All of their lineage are the youngest-looking silver foxes. Those who laughed at the Seventh Elder’s appearance suffered a miserable fate.

Donghua had made several blunt comments about the Seventh Elder. If the Father God had not stepped in to stop him every time, Donghua's fate would have been even worse than that of Mo Yuan, his sparring partner.

"You're welcome." Zimu's answer was brief and straightforward.

"Ha... cough, Xiaoliu, come and show it to Donghua." Zheyan suppressed his smile and gave up his seat to Zimu.

"Aunt Zimu." Fengjiu pulled Zimu's sleeve, her voice sounding a little anxious and uneasy.

"Don't worry, girl Jiu. This guy is tough and can act. He won't die."

Zimu spoke crisply and clearly, without any ambiguity.

The certainty in his tone seemed as if he knew everything.

"..." There was a brief silence, as if the entire space froze at this moment.

"Mo Yuan, does your wife always speak like this?"

"Zi Mu just speaks more directly." Mo Yuan's answer was calm and peaceful, with understanding and tolerance for his wife.

There was a gentle light in his eyes, as if telling of the deep affection between them.

"Be better to speak tactfully, so as not to get beaten to death when you go out. Oh, I forgot, no one will take the initiative to provoke a group of psychopaths."

Emperor Donghua glanced at the useless Mo Yuan and spoke with a hint of ridicule and mockery. His unruly tone was irritating.

"Your Majesty, you must be joking. Isn't it that someone has taken the initiative to provoke us?" Zi Mu did not show any weakness and immediately fought back.

Emperor Donghua was speechless after hearing what Zimu said, and could only direct his criticism at the once taciturn Mo Yuan.

"Mo Yuan..." There was a hint of helplessness and unwillingness in the tone, as if he was looking for a breakthrough.

"It's shameful for the Emperor to say that I can't be defeated, but it's too much to say that about my husband."

Zi Mu's voice was firm and powerful, full of protection and love for Mo Yuan. He also warned Emperor Donghua not to push his luck further.