Chapter 1941: 1941
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Yan cenxuan and others are here. The flowers on the street are always showing their martial arts. Therefore, Pingji gets it all at once, and they roll together.
She pinched the flower's neck and her hair was in a bun. She was half mad and half resentful and said in a shrill voice: "even if I die, you need to give me a cushion! No, I can't. how can that be enough? "
The viciousness in her eyes almost solidified into substance, and her slender nails scratched over her face, which was as tender and white as the flower on the street.
Seeing this, Yan Beicheng immediately clenched his hands into fists. Regardless of this, he went forward to pull Pingji up, forced him apart and threw him aside. Then he hurried to the front of Mo Shanghua, holding her face carefully.
Pingji is too crazy. Rao is Yanbei city fast enough. The white and tender cheek of the flower on the street is still marked with a bloodstain, and the blood beads the size of soybeans are pouring out.
"Take her down quickly." Yan cenxuan wanted to come forward, but seeing that Yan Beicheng was so nervous, he quickly suppressed his worries and turned to the people in the room.
With the incident just now, the bodyguards in the house were all on the alert. Many people gathered around them, tied Pingji up and blocked her mouth, and then pulled her down in a hurry.
"Brother Huang, sister Huang, she..." Yan cenxuan stood by for a while, but he still couldn't hold back his worry. He was about to ask, but before he finished, he saw that Yan Beicheng had directly picked up the flowers on the street and walked out in a hurry. His eager heart was suddenly poured cold water, and he didn't know what it was like.
……
"I'm fine." Along the way, Yan Beicheng clings to Mo Shanghua. It's useless for her to struggle. Until Wu Yuan, he relaxes his strength. Before he can put her on the bed, she jumps out of his arms and speaks faintly.
Seeing her indifferent appearance, Yan Beicheng frowned and raised his hand as if he wanted to touch her wound. However, he was afraid of hurting her. For a moment, he had no way to start, but he was confused by the flowers on the street.
Looking at her blank appearance, he couldn't help pinching her good cheek on the other side. "Stupid woman, how can you not defend yourself in that situation? If she's crazy and pulls off her hairpin to stab you, do you want to be obedient? "
Mo Shanghua blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes stirred up like wings. "So many people from the imperial city are staring at me, can I slack off? What's more, there are so many people here, how can they all sit back and ignore me? Anyway, I have nothing to do. It's Pingji. Originally, there might be a way to live, but now I'm afraid the only way to live is gone. "
"If you dare to hurt the woman of the king, it's not too much to split up." Mentioned here, Yan Beicheng's originally quiet eyes were suddenly dyed with some violent color, and the bottom of his eyes was dark.
Mo Shanghua's heart warmed, and the corner of his lips could not help but gently hook. Unexpectedly, it affected the wound on his cheek. Suddenly, another blood bead came out, dripping on the back of Yan Beicheng's hand, like hot molten iron, pulling his thoughts back.
"What's the matter? Why is it still dripping blood?" It's just a scratch. Normally, it should scab soon. But when the wound reached the cheek of Mo Shanghua, not only it didn't scab, it was still bleeding. Yan Beicheng was shocked.
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Yan cenxuan and others are here. The flowers on the street are always showing their martial arts. Therefore, Pingji gets it all at once, and they roll together.
She pinched the flower's neck and her hair was in a bun. She was half mad and half resentful and said in a shrill voice: "even if I die, you need to give me a cushion! No, I can't. how can that be enough? "
The viciousness in her eyes almost solidified into substance, and her slender nails scratched over her face, which was as tender and white as the flower on the street.
Seeing this, Yan Beicheng immediately clenched his hands into fists. Regardless of this, he went forward to pull Pingji up, forced him apart and threw him aside. Then he hurried to the front of Mo Shanghua, holding her face carefully.
Pingji is too crazy. Rao is Yanbei city fast enough. The white and tender cheek of the flower on the street is still marked with a bloodstain, and the blood beads the size of soybeans are pouring out.
"Take her down quickly." Yan cenxuan wanted to come forward, but seeing that Yan Beicheng was so nervous, he quickly suppressed his worries and turned to the people in the room.
With the incident just now, the bodyguards in the house were all on the alert. Many people gathered around them, tied Pingji up and blocked her mouth, and then pulled her down in a hurry.
"Brother Huang, sister Huang, she..." Yan cenxuan stood by for a while, but he still couldn't hold back his worry. He was about to ask, but before he finished, he saw that Yan Beicheng had directly picked up the flowers on the street and walked out in a hurry. His eager heart was suddenly poured cold water, and he didn't know what it was like.
……
"I'm fine." Along the way, Yan Beicheng clings to Mo Shanghua. It's useless for her to struggle. Until Wu Yuan, he relaxes his strength. Before he can put her on the bed, she jumps out of his arms and speaks faintly.
Seeing her indifferent appearance, Yan Beicheng frowned and raised his hand as if he wanted to touch her wound. However, he was afraid of hurting her. For a moment, he had no way to start, but he was confused by the flowers on the street.
Looking at her blank appearance, he couldn't help pinching her good cheek on the other side. "Stupid woman, how can you not defend yourself in that situation? If she's crazy and pulls off her hairpin to stab you, do you want to be obedient? "
Mo Shanghua blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes stirred up like wings. "So many people from the imperial city are staring at me, can I slack off? What's more, there are so many people here, how can they all sit back and ignore me? Anyway, I have nothing to do. It's Pingji. Originally, there might be a way to live, but now I'm afraid the only way to live is gone. "
"If you dare to hurt the woman of the king, it's not too much to split up." Mentioned here, Yan Beicheng's originally quiet eyes were suddenly dyed with some violent color, and the bottom of his eyes was dark.
Mo Shanghua's heart warmed, and the corner of his lips could not help but gently hook. Unexpectedly, it affected the wound on his cheek. Suddenly, another blood bead came out, dripping on the back of Yan Beicheng's hand, like hot molten iron, pulling his thoughts back.
"What's the matter? Why is it still dripping blood?" It's just a scratch. Normally, it should scab soon. But when the wound reached the cheek of Mo Shanghua, not only it didn't scab, it was still bleeding. Yan Beicheng was shocked.
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Yan cenxuan and others are here. The flowers on the street are always showing their martial arts. Therefore, Pingji gets it all at once, and they roll together. She pinched the flower's neck and her hair was in a bun. She was half mad and half resentful and said in a shrill voice: "even if I die, you need to give me a cushion! No, I can't. how can that be enough? " The viciousness in her eyes almost solidified into substance, and her slender nails scratched over her face, which was as tender and white as the flower on the street. Seeing this, Yan Beicheng immediately clenched his hands into fists. Regardless of this, he went forward to pull Pingji up, forced him apart and threw him aside. Then he hurried to the front of Mo Shanghua, holding her face carefully. Pingji is too crazy. Rao is Yanbei city fast enough. The white and tender cheek of the flower on the street is still marked with a bloodstain, and the blood beads the size of soybeans are pouring out. "Take her down quickly." Yan cenxuan wanted to come forward, but seeing that Yan Beicheng was so nervous, he quickly suppressed his worries and turned to the people in the room. With the incident just now, the bodyguards in the house were all on the alert. Many people gathered around them, tied Pingji up and blocked her mouth, and then pulled her down in a hurry. "Brother Huang, sister Huang, she..." Yan cenxuan stood by for a while, but he still couldn't hold back his worry. He was about to ask, but before he finished, he saw that Yan Beicheng had directly picked up the flowers on the street and walked out in a hurry. His eager heart was suddenly poured cold water, and he didn't know what it was like. "I'm fine." Along the way, Yan Beicheng clings to Mo Shanghua. It's useless for her to struggle. Until Wu Yuan, he relaxes his strength. Before he can put her on the bed, she jumps out of his arms and speaks faintly. Seeing her indifferent appearance, Yan Beicheng frowned and raised his hand as if he wanted to touch her wound. However, he was afraid of hurting her. For a moment, he had no way to start, but he was confused by the flowers on the street. Looking at her blank appearance, he couldn't help pinching her good cheek on the other side. "Stupid woman, how can you not defend yourself in that situation? If she's crazy and pulls off her hairpin to stab you, do you want to be obedient? " Mo Shanghua blinked her eyes, her long eyelashes stirred up like wings. "So many people from the imperial city are staring at me, can I slack off? What's more, there are so many people here, how can they all sit back and ignore me? Anyway, I have nothing to do. It's Pingji. Originally, there might be a way to live, but now I'm afraid the only way to live is gone. " "If you dare to hurt the woman of the king, it's not too much to split up." Mentioned here, Yan Beicheng's originally quiet eyes were suddenly dyed with some violent color, and the bottom of his eyes was dark. Mo Shanghua's heart warmed, and the corner of his lips could not help but gently hook. Unexpectedly, it affected the wound on his cheek. Suddenly, another blood bead came out, dripping on the back of Yan Beicheng's hand, like hot molten iron, pulling his thoughts back. "What's the matter? Why is it still dripping blood?" It's just a scratch. Normally, it should scab soon. But when the wound reached the cheek of Mo Shanghua, not only it didn't scab, it was still bleeding. Yan Beicheng was shocked. www.mylovenovel.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
