"Hmph, killing the mother and taking the child, such an uncommon hatred, do you still want me to be grateful to you? I can't wait to peel your flesh and swallow your bones, do you still want to continue to stage the drama of mother and son?! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince roared with an iron face, and then brushed his sleeves away. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the whole hall, the people were almost scattered. And the queen mother still sat in place and hid her face and cried.

"Niangniang, let's go back to the palace first! It's windy outside, be careful of catching a cold......" said a palace maid, stepping forward to help the queen. The queen mother got up, and when she turned around, she caught a glimpse of Murong Huang, who was disheveled next to her, and was about to get up slowly, her new hatred and old hatred came to her heart, and she dragged Murong Huang over and slapped her fiercely.

While fanning, he scolded angrily: "You vixen! This shameless little slut! Don't think that if you climb the dragon bed, this palace can't help you! You listen to this palace, this harem, only I am the master of the first palace! If this palace lets you die today, you won't live tomorrow! ”

The palace maids and eunuchs were so frightened that they retreated to the side, and they didn't dare to make a sound. The whole hall was filled with only the sound of crackling slaps.

I don't know how many slaps I slapped, but the queen felt tired, so she stopped. Immediately, a palace maid stepped forward, took out a white handkerchief and wrapped her hands for the queen mother, and shouted to another little palace maid: "Go to the Tai Hospital to get the Gyokuro Swelling Pill and the Coagulating Snow Clam Cream!" ”

The little palace maid got the order and left in a hurry like a gust of wind. And the two palace maids supported the queen mother while saying: "Niangniang, your phoenix body is important, and this kind of thing will be handed over to the slaves and maids in the future, so as not to dirty the mother's hands." ”

"Yes, mother, if this happens, will this vixen have a good life? Paper can't contain the fire, this matter will be spread tomorrow, everyone knows, and then there will be an upright courtier to play a book, even if the emperor has the heart to favor this vixen, this vixen is also alive, why do you need to do it yourself? The palace maid gently persuaded: "Niangniang, you can dissipate your anger." ”

The queen mother glanced at Murong Huang, the prince of Yan Kingdom, who was lying on the ground, gritted her teeth and said: "Okay, this palace will let you, the fox spirit, live one more night, after today and tonight, it will be your death!" With that, he turned around and stepped out of the main hall. The palace maids and eunuchs hurriedly followed behind, hugged the queen out of the palace, and gradually went away.

Han Moyu saw that all the people in the area were gone, so he jumped out from behind the tree and ran towards the main hall. The doors of the main hall were open, and the floor was a mess.

Murong Huang, the prince of Yan Kingdom, was slowly getting up from the ground, reaching out and pulling his clothes. His beautiful face was marked with redness and swelling, and it looked a little thrilling and terrifying; Only those eyes, still lingering gracefully.

A pair of dark eyes reflected a trace of sadness, like a pebble thrown into the lake, and that sadness rippled layer by layer. He stretched out the back of his hand, wiped the red blood from the corner of his mouth, then picked up the red brocade robe on the ground, draped it on his body, and slowly tied a bow at the neckline.

When Han Moyu reached out to pull him up, he dodged away. He raised his head and glanced at Han Moyu in a daze, and the tears in his eyes seemed to be about to well-rise; He hurriedly lowered his head, bit his lips, and said, "Don't touch me." I'm dirty. His voice was low.

Han Mo was stunned, she didn't expect that the noble and beautiful foreign prince Murong Huang would say such a thing. She hurriedly said, "How can you be dirty?" Don't think like that, okay? It's not you who gets dirty, it's them! As she spoke, she stretched out her hand and pulled Murong Huang's arm.

Murong Huang stood up, pushed away Han Moyu's hand, and said, "Leave me alone." So saying, he held on to the door frame and walked out. He walked slowly and looked a little shaky. Han Moyu didn't dare to step forward to help, so he had to follow behind.

"Where do you live? I'll send you back. Han Mo said.

"Is it Fengqi Palace?" Han Moyu suddenly remembered the words of the palace maids he had just heard in the Mei Garden.

Murong Huang turned a deaf ear and walked forward slowly. After walking a few steps, he slowly bent down again, holding his knees and panting.

"How are you?" Han Moyu hurriedly stepped forward to help him, but was thrown away by Murong Huang.

"Don't touch me!" Murong Huang roared angrily, turned his head and glared at Han Moyu fiercely, his gaze was eager to devour the life behind him. Han Moyu was startled and hurriedly retreated.

Murong Huang walked forward slowly, and every step seemed to be difficult. Han Moyu didn't go far, but followed Murong Huang a few steps away.

She stared at Murong Huang's legs with some confusion, only to see that those legs seemed to be trembling slightly, as if they were about to fall at any time. Han Moyu felt very strange.

This noble prince looked very thin, but when they met for the first time, she felt that this foreign prince exuded an aura of tenacity and heroism, and his body seemed to be flexible and vigorous, and he didn't look as weak as he was now.

However, in just a few days, was this tough teenager tortured into this appearance? Han Moyu couldn't help but recall the scene of this foreign prince singing in red clothes on the high platform of the gladiatorial arena, she couldn't forget the young man's melancholy and stubborn eyes, the empty and lonely singing, and the moment he vomited blood and fell on his back. Han Moyu thought so, and his heart felt as if he had been cut by a blunt knife, which was extremely uncomfortable.

Murong Huang stopped again, holding on to a tree and panting. Han Moyu looked at the young man's thin shoulders, not knowing what to say. "Are you alright?" After hesitating for a long time, Han Moyu finally couldn't help but say.

"You...... Haven't left yet......" Murong Huang turned his head, looked at Han Moyu, gasped, and smiled. That smile was like a demon, which made Han Moyu's heart stop for half a beat. "Ah, ah, yes." Han Mo replied and asked, "What's wrong with you?" ”

"They...... They gave me the medicine, and the strength of the medicine hasn't passed yet......" Murong Huang suddenly lowered his head and let out a few strange laughs from his throat.

The birds perched in the trees were startled and flapped their wings away from the branches. Han Moyu was taken aback.

"What medicine?" Han Moyu frowned and asked, "Are you having a hard time now?" "Hmm." Murong Huang lowered his head and held on to the trunk of the tree, gasping for breath while smiling gloomily. There was a sadness in the laughter that could not be concealed, and something else was mixed in.