Hua Qianshu gradually became uncontrollable, and was a little obviously irritated: "Yes!

She looked a little scary, like a trapped beast, and her eyes were scarlet.

Xie Huanting was covered in cold sweat, and her face became pale, obviously competing with her secretly, and she was a little struggling.

Fu slowly saw that the situation was not good, and reached in front of Hua Qianshu, his fingertips shook slightly, and Hua Qianshu's mood gradually stabilized.

"What about the prince? Does the prince know?"

Hua Qianshu nodded: "Yes." ”

"Then how can the prince still promote you?"

Hua Qianshu's tone paused: "Exploit, he is using me." ”

Xie Huanting and Fu Huan glanced at each other, their faces became more and more surprised, and they asked word by word: "You said that the prince is just using you to spoil you, what are you doing?"

What does he do with himself?

Hua Qianshu herself is actually a little confused about this question.

There are guests visiting today, and it is the two respected ministers in the court, who knock on the side and knock on him for the sake of the night family, and he should do something. Instead of hiding in the fat powder pile of the palace like now, forgetting his mission as a descendant of the Ye family.

I don't know if it's out of sincerity or deliberate temptation.

The night release has been perfunctory, which makes the two feel indignant and very dissatisfied.

In fact, he has always been a little absent-minded.

Hua Qianshu has been in a bad mood for the past two days, and Yinfeng's death has dealt a big blow to her. He was thinking about how he could make her happy.

He twisted his eyebrows slightly, showing obvious impatience with the two of them.

The visitors glanced at each other: "The prince doesn't look very good." ”

Yefang directly issued an eviction order: "I have had some typhoid fever in the past few days, and I have not been very comfortable, and I will be drowsy when I sit down." ”

The visitor stood up with a discernment: "In this way, I won't disturb the prince's rest." I hope that the prince can take what he said to heart and give more consideration. ”

Ye Fang was not polite, and got up directly: "This king is now beyond his strength, I'm afraid I will let the two adults return disappointed." Send two adults. ”

The two didn't show much displeasure and got up to leave.

Commander Huo stepped forward and whispered two words back in front of Yefang, Yefang was slightly stunned, frowned unhappily, and then turned around and went to the Nishang Pavilion.

It was quiet in the Pansi Cave of Hua Qianshu, and when I walked to the door at night, I heard a soft sobbing sound in the yard.

The voice is too familiar, it is none other than Hua Qianshu. Whimpering, like a nightmare.

Night's heart couldn't help but be tight.

"A thousand trees!"

There was a sudden slam under his feet, and the whole person was petrified on the spot.

In the courtyard, a man and a woman hugged each other tightly, the man was elegant and the woman was beautiful.

The woman's arms were wrapped around the man's waist, her face buried in the man's chest, her shoulders shaking, and she was obviously crying low, with depression.

The whimpering sound was a little dull, with a very aggrieved feeling.

The man is the musician Zhao Kuo, and the woman is Hua Qianshu.

Ye Fang's heart suddenly, as if he had been hit with a hammer: "Flower Thousand Trees!"

The three words seem to be gritting teeth, with an endless cold atmosphere, like a cold wind raging and freezing for thousands of miles.

Hua Qianshu, who was nesting in Zhao Kuo's arms, suddenly had a spirit, raised his face blankly, and then turned his face to look at the voice.

The first thing she saw was the deep, angry eyes of the night. He pursed his thin lips, his cheeks tightened, his forehead was bruised, and his whole person was like an angry lion, full of strength and ready to attack.

She was a little baffled.

The hand around her waist seemed to be burned, and she quickly retracted it, Zhao Kuo trembled with fear, and stumbled like chaff: "King, lord." ”

Hua Qianshu suddenly understood her current situation, because her arms were still around Zhao Kuo's waist.

What did you do? Why is it in the current position? Why is it hugging Zhao Kuo?

The most important thing is why did the night release appear in front of him by chance?

What about Xie Huanting and Fu Huan?

Aren't the two of them still there?

I vaguely remember that I seemed to smell a vague aroma from Fu Huan's body, and then my brain gradually became chaotic, and then, as if Xie Huanting had been asking herself something, her heart was struggling and resisting.

Later, I couldn't remember anything.

Zhao Kuo should have been sent by himself to call Yiyi.

But why, the two of them would hug each other?

It's Xie Huanting's spiritualism, it must be her. Last time, Zhao Kuo told himself that she could manipulate people's minds and make people obediently obey her instructions.

Could it be that Zhao Kuo was also caught off guard, and was poisoned by Fu slowly and unknowingly, but was hypnotized by Xie Huanting?

Thinking of this, she instantly felt like a snow-covered roof, from head to toe, everywhere was not cold.

Yefang has always been cautious, he has long been suspicious of Zhao Kuo, this scene is in his eyes, anyone who changes will misunderstand.

Moreover, he was ignorant, and this arm was still on Zhao Kuo's waist, wasn't it provoking his patience?

Before she could explain, Ye Fang had already rushed up with two arrows, grabbed Zhao Kuo's neckline with one hand, and then swung it down with a fierce punch, which bloomed on Zhao Kuo's face.

He didn't use martial arts, but threw his fists at each other like ordinary men fighting.

Zhao Kuo naturally didn't dare to fight back, even if his martial arts were really unfathomable, he didn't dare to show the dew, so he could only endure it alive.

Nosebleeds suddenly gushed out, and even the fists that were released at night were stained with scarlet blood.

With a scream.

This scream directly stimulated Ye Fang, followed by the second punch, the third punch, one after another, all of which were greeted on Zhao Kuo's face and body.

Zhao Kuo's face was like opening a dye shop, one blue and one purple, accompanied by blood, and he couldn't see his original appearance under the fist of the night.

Hua Qianshu hesitated for a moment and did not move.

Zhao Kuo should be damned, and he should be beaten up at night. It's just that for a while, I can't let him die.

When Zhao Kuo was already blue and swollen, she suddenly woke up and screamed: "Uncle Seventh Emperor, are you crazy?!"

That's what it means to add oil and vinegar.

Ye Fang clenched his teeth, not only did he turn a deaf ear to her words, but his movements were even more ruthless. He punched Zhao Kuo twice more in the lower abdomen, and the posture was like a little ruffian fighting on the street.

However, the anger in his body was overwhelming, making her feel suffocated for a while.

Zhao Kuo couldn't shout anymore, his body was soft, as if he had been pulled out of his bones, if it wasn't for the night tightly holding his neckline, I was afraid that he would be paralyzed on the ground immediately.

Hua Qianshu rushed forward and caught the bowl-like fist released at night: "Don't fight, he's about to be killed by you!"

Ye Fang sneered: "What about being killed?