When the guards saw the arrival of the king of Beiyin, they all bowed their knees, and the widow Beiyin signaled them to retreat, and they hurriedly entered the hall, but they saw a few girls guarding the door.

"Where's Princess Xishen?" King Beiyin asked Tian Xing'er, he had a little impression of this round-faced girl.

"Princess...... She, in the room. Sweet Apricot wanted to speak and stopped.

"Why spurt?" King Beiyin asked sharply.

"Back to the king, Princess Xishen was dragged out by a few guards and almost ...... Almost chopped, the princess seemed frightened. Sweet Apricot looked worried.

King Beiyin was suspicious, frowned, and strode in. In his impression, Xun Youyu regarded death as home not once or twice, and he should be able to see through Blue Rouge's bluff, but despite this, he couldn't help but find out.

I saw that in the green carrot tent, Xun Youyou's hair shrunk at the head of the bed, her expression was sad, her pale face was red with tears, and she looked pitiful when she saw it, and she was calm and calm just now.

King Beiyin's eyes trembled slightly.

"You'er......" King Beiyin came to the bedside and called her gently. He originally thought that with Xun You's temperament, he would not be intimidated by Blue Rouge, but the pitiful appearance of the beautiful woman in front of him was obviously frightened.

Xun Youyou raised his head, staring at him with a pair of dark eyes, as if he had a thousand words to tell, and finally, half-disgusted, half-strange, he said:

"The person you killed, but told me to take the blame."

King Beiyin's heart warmed, she was really more interesting than other women, and couldn't help but hold her hand.

"Why doesn't this king think that Blue Rouge can help you?" Having said that, he still brushed the hair from her forehead and pinned it gently behind her ear.

Xun Youyou didn't answer, only looked at the widow Beiyin with a pair of tender eyes, and couldn't help but be proud in his heart, and the flowers gradually became charming, and the king of Beiyin was just a womanizer, and his coquettish attitude might be a way out.

Seeing Xun Youyou, who is usually sharp and sharp-toothed, she is gentle and obedient today, but she is frightened.

"Xun Youyou, who regards death as home, why is he so desperate?" He took her into his arms, still teasing her.

Xun Youyou gently withdrew from his arms like a cat, and his slender jade fingers tapped the placket of King Beiyin's chest:

"Does your injury still hurt?" It seems to be ordinary care, but it is shy, Xun Youyu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were like a lake in spring, and the ripples were blurred.

Beiyin smiled and shook his head, he still remembered that he was injured, and it was fine.

"It's fine, it's just a skin injury." As she spoke, she pressed her head to her shoulder.

"Don't refuse this king, at any time." Beiyin asked her as always, Xun Youyou gently leaned on his shoulder, and the corners of his mouth flashed with contempt.

King Beiyin seemed to be unaware, immersed in a group of warmth, and only remembered the matter of Ganquan Palace for a long time.

"You'er, you have a good rest, I'll come to see you later." He imprinted a kiss on her forehead.

"Today, Concubine Yan saved me." Xun Youyou said.

"Well, this king already knows that Concubine Yan is Lan Yu's aunt." When it comes to Lan Yu, King Beiyin is very dissatisfied, and his big guards seem to be a little wide.

"The king is gone." The widow wanted to leave, remembered something, turned back, and saw Xun Youyu lying down with his own eyes, before he left satisfied. Walking out of the Liyun Palace, an indescribable look appeared on his face, this woman, her temperament is quite unpredictable, since she wants to act, this king does not mind accompanying her, she is just a plaything in the palm of her hand.