Wild Malicious Consort: Good For Nothing Ninth Miss

I saw Yan Beicheng squeezing the waist and limbs of the stranger's flower tightly, and said harshly: “Didn't the princess like to hang out with the two royals? The king will satisfy your wishes, won't you? By the way, Liu Zheng, why don't you bring it with you? ”

The thought of spending a few days on strangers to avoid him, even occasionally, ignored him, and cold-mouthed, but he spent so long alone with the guy Yan Ink Li, and every time Liu Zheng spoke softly, his heart was burning, angry.

But Yan Beicheng did not know, he said this to strangers, or to any woman, it was no different than pointing to their noses and calling them sluts, especially if such words were spoken from his own husband.

The words swimmed quickly in strangers' hearts and minds. Her sophisticated, cool cheeks were covered with frost, and her voice was the same cold. “Well, if the king likes it, bring the whole king's men, I could laugh. ”

She doesn't know the flowers, although she is sometimes a little dull and unwilling to talk to others, but she is full of pricks. Whoever provokes her will never be able to swallow her breath. Even if she injures herself 800, she must injure her enemies 1,000 to die.

Yanbeicheng heard that the whole face also completely sank, depressed like a cloud when the wind and rain came, the breath inside the eyes jumped uncontrollably.

“Strange flowers! ”

Yanbeicheng couldn't help but yell and pinch the thin and fragile neck of the stranger with one hand, almost biting the incisor opening: “What do you want from me? ”

His emotions were so exciting that he abandoned even the king he used to disguise himself from time to time. Nowadays, he had nothing but full rage.

But even so, he did not forget to restrain his hand, did not dare to really push, only to hurt strangers.

If he looks like an ordinary woman today, he may have been scared to look pale and panicked, but the stranger didn't even move his eyebrows for a second. Cold way only: “This is what you are, cloak man. ”

In the last two words, she almost bites word for word, and her eyes are stubborn, apart from frosting.

Yanbeicheng couldn't help but disappear brightly. I didn't know what I was thinking. After all, Hanayu told him that it was one thing, and hearing it himself was another.

Long time ago, he looked down again and said a few words, “Now that you know, aren't you afraid at all? ”

He squeezed the hand on the neck of a stranger for a moment.

“You can't kill me.” The colour of the flowers on the stranger remained unchanged, while the dagger he was carrying was sometime touched in his hand, and a handful lay on the neck of Yan Beicheng.

The dagger lay on his neck, bringing a cold touch, but the face of Yanbeicheng changed slightly, and his eyes disappeared brightly again, completely unable to see what he was thinking.

Strangers, at this time, look like frost, iron face ruthless, but the eyes are equally complicated and difficult to argue, can not see what she is thinking.

For a long time, Yan Beicheng's pale face loosened, his hands pinching the neck of a stranger also loosened, seemingly helpless, and a self-derisive whisper: “After all, it was the king who made his own love. ”

This time, the stranger stunned down, his brain was like an echo of the empty valley, and he kept playing this passage. He thought that the heart of the barrier had been erected, like a wire cracked open, sending a feeling of pain.

There is also time to react in the future, it is seen that Yanbeicheng has reached out and brushed the dagger between his neck. Due to the lack of attention, a sharp blade has drawn a light scratch on his neck.

The stranger glanced at the scratch on his neck, his heart somehow palpitated, his subconscious hurried to sit up, he wanted to look forward, but his mind finally caught up, stopped her movement, and his fingers grabbed the sheets under his body.

Yanbeicheng seemed to have no sense of the blood marks between his neck. He didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows. He just scratched the blood in a slight way. "I don't think the princess has had it yet. Later this king will let Dr. Liu take another look at it. In the next few days, you will be well fed. The king will not bother you with calm. ”

After that, he turned around and walked away.

The stranger stared at the shadow of his gradual distancing. It was obviously such a long shadow. Somehow, the stranger saw a sense of loss of soul. Perhaps, she lost her soul herself...

The house was completely quiet, the flowers sat on the bed, had not returned to God for a long time, the house could only hear the leaching rain outside the window, but she felt her ears buzzing, her heart was chaotic, in any case she could not calm down.

Later on, this night she was sleepless until dawn, unable to rest.

When Qin Ya came to serve the stranger, she saw her eyes black and suddenly shocked. “Princess, why are you so heavy at the moment? Did the thunderstorm last night make you too loud to sleep? ”

After Qin Ya said this, the stranger raised his eyes and looked at himself in the bronze mirror.

She is well versed in medicine. She has always managed her body well. Her face has always been red and clear. When has she ever been so tired except when she was sick?

She was more than ten times less pale than she was when she was not sleeping on a weekday to develop medicines.

Seeing her silently and seemingly walking away from God, Qin Ya couldn't help but whisper: “Princess? ”

The stranger came back to God at a moment's notice and said softly: "Yesterday's rain was a little heavy. ”

Qin Ya nodded in favor. On the one hand, he would brush the long, smooth black hair like brocade on a stranger's face. On the other hand, he said: "Oh no, the slave also slept a long time ago yesterday. He had never slept because of this night before. ”

Although she spoke of her own troubles, she was more than happy, her lips couldn't help but lift up, but she laughed for a moment and became agitated again, “Slavery is good, unfortunately brother, has not recovered yet. ”

The stranger put Qin Ya's anguished and worried appearance into his eyes and said softly to comfort him: “Later, I'll give him a pulse, you don't have to worry too much. ”

Qin Ya smiled reluctantly. He lowered his head and did not speak any more. The action in his hand was cleverly grinding the long, smooth hair of strangers into a hammer. He adorned it with several strands of Zhu Chai, and a simple, yet intact hair was combed.

The stranger lifted his hand and grabbed a few strands of hair in front of his cheek. He was about to get up and listened to the door knock and then lost his voice.

This way of knocking on the door, it's not Qin Lin who else can.