Jiang Guogong was stunned, and then said angrily: "Why else can you little overlord beat someone?" It's not like you can fight if you want to! Why, now you are going to splash dirty water on my son? I'd like to hear what you did to kill me! ”

When Princess Cheng heard that things seemed to have taken a turn for the better, she hurriedly grabbed Song Nanzhou's arm and asked urgently, "Azhou, is there another hidden story in this matter?" Say it quickly, as long as you don't intentionally hit Jiang Shizi, I will make decisions for you. ”

Song Nanzhou glanced at King Cheng, who was panting and no longer scolding, and said coldly: "Jiang Xinghuai laughed in public, saying that I, Song Nanzhou, am a wild seed at all, just a wild seed born to my shameless watery poplar mother and the wild man outside——"

When he said this, a pair of good-looking phoenix eyes were filled with coldness and ridicule like broken ice.

He seemed to be very happy to look at King Cheng's face from shock to stunned, and then to anger, and his angry face twitched several times.

"Father, you say, should he be beaten?"

Wen Xiang was pinched tightly by him, so tight that she was almost out of breath.

She was very worried that this wrench was too fragile, and it would be pinched and crushed by the prince who seemed to be calm and waveless, but in fact there were turbulent waves inside, and her heart was endlessly worried.

But he still had the leisure to think, it turned out that he turned back at that time, did he hear these words?

Obviously, they were all far away, and this person's ear power was really not ordinarily good, anyway, she didn't hear anything at that time.

When the little brother suddenly became crazy, he would open the scoop without saying a word.

It's also about defending your mother.

Thinking about it from another perspective, if someone said this about her mother, Wen Xiang would not be much calmer than Song Nanzhou.

So Wen Xiang thinks that this matter is excusable, and Jiang Shizi, who was beaten, can only think that he is unlucky and deserves to be beaten, who let him openly insult someone's mother behind his back.

As soon as Song Nanzhou's voice fell, the room was suddenly quiet and the needle drop could be heard.

Jiang Guogong's face was pale, his eyelids jumped, and his domineering anger at the beginning was like a balloon that had been punctured, and his eyes flashed in cold sweat at this time.

"Well, this may be a misunderstanding," he said weakly...... trying to make up.

I heard King Cheng howl angrily: "Misunderstanding your mother's ball!" Jiang Cunduo, I your eighth-generation ancestors! ”

Wen Xiang only heard the roar of Prince Cheng that almost toppled the roof, and then there was a sound of ping-pong.

Is this a fight?

Sure enough, I soon heard Jiang Guogong's screams: "Lord Cheng, this matter is indeed a misunderstanding...... Ouch! Stop, I said it was a misunderstanding, we have something to say! ”

"Fuck you! I don't have anything to say to you! ”

Wen Xiang was so anxious that she couldn't wait to give birth to two hands to break the five fingers that were holding her tightly, so that she could see it well.

What worries you the most about watching the excitement?

I just can't hear it!

Wen Xiang listened to the angry voice of King Cheng's scolding, Jiang Guogong's screams and begging for mercy, and occasionally the persuasion of Princess Cheng, scratching her head and ears in a hurry, and her heart was congested.

There was a casual sneer on the corner of his mouth, and Song Nanzhou, who was looking at the farce in front of him, noticed the slight commotion in his palm.

With a raised brow, he spread out his hand and put the blood jade wrench on his thumb, which seemed to be moving little but he clearly felt restless.

Wen Xiang, who saw the light again, saw the tall and resolute-looking uncle at first glance, who was pressing on a thin and thin uncle and waving his fists like rain, it was really a fist to the flesh, and it was thumping.

While fighting, he greeted each other's ancestors and old mothers loudly.

It seems that this beating is King Cheng.

Wen Xiang's gaze swirled on the faces of King Cheng and Song Nanzhou, Lao Tzu was tall and mighty, and his son was handsome and extraordinary, both of which were very eye-catching.

However, there really doesn't seem to be a long resemblance between father and son.

Could it be that the little brother in this world was really born to Princess Cheng and another man?