He Muwan is the only bloodline left by He Hong's deceased wife, when He Hong still had nothing, his wife was already by his side, she accompanied him to endure a lot of hardships, the two had a heart-to-heart relationship, and the relationship was very good.

It's a pity that she didn't have time to share the happiness, she passed away early, He Hong transferred all his love, debt and longing for his wife to He Muwan, so from childhood to adulthood, He Hong loved He Muwan very much, no matter what mistakes she made or what troubles she had, he was reluctant to punish her.

For so many years, it was the first time He Muwan saw He Hong talking to himself with a straight face, and she couldn't help but feel a little afraid in her heart, not daring to disobey him, He Muwan bent her knees unwillingly.

Untied the belt made of cowhide, He Hong gritted his teeth, raised his arm, and hit He Muwan's body ruthlessly.

More than flexible, this belt can be said to be better than a whip.

The heart-devouring pain spread from the beating, and He Muwan pursed her lips tightly, so that she didn't let herself scream.

She had never suffered like this, how could He Muwan's delicate body withstand such a whipping, her body was unstable, and she lay directly on the ground.

"Your mother passed away early, and I haven't taken care of you much over the years, which has caused you to be as lawless as you are now, today, I will teach you a good lesson in front of the prince!"

Saying that, He Hong raised the belt in his hand again, although he was distressed, it was better for him to do it himself than to hand her over to Bei Mingchen.

Whip after whip, He Hong did not relent, because he knew that only by letting Bei Mingchen really breathe this out could this matter be overturned.

There are no ups and downs on his face, but if you look closely, you will find that He Hong's right hand holding the belt has been trembling.

As the pain continued to accumulate, He Muwan finally couldn't bear it anymore, and let out a muffled snort, watching He Muwan curl up on the ground in pain, Bei Mingchen's eyes showed a little impatience.

"Enough! This king's Yajingxuan is not the place where Lord He disciplines his daughter, if Lord He really has a heart, he should teach his daughter well and then send her out to marry, and now I think about discipline, is it too late! ”

"Come on, send Master He away!" didn't get the desired result, Bei Mingchen's voice fell, and he threw up his sleeves and left.

The wedding was supposed to be a lively and festive thing, but I didn't expect it to be like this, and I lost interest at all, and Bei Mingchen returned to his dormitory alone.

The candles in the Zhengxiao Pavilion were bright, Bei Mingchen frowned slightly, sat at the head of the bed and was silent, and the atmosphere of the room was a little dignified.

"Lord, it's not too early, my subordinates will wait for the prince to go to bed!" Carefully observing the man's face, Qin Yuning said tentatively.

"No need, you can get out!" With a gloomy face, Bei Mingchen said in a low voice.

"Yes!" It's hard to say anything, after Qin Yuning bowed, he was ready to withdraw.

"Wait!"

But before he could turn around completely, Qin Yuning was stopped by Bei Yingchen again.

"What else does the prince command?"

"Send this to Xueyueju!" Bei Mingchen took out a white medicine bottle from his arms and handed it to Qin Yuning.

"Don't say it's from this king!" After thinking about it, the man added another command.

Taking the medicine bottle from the man's hand, Qin Yuning looked embarrassed, and asked the man for instructions: "But how should the subordinates tell the mother, you can't say that this medicine is given by the subordinates, right?" ”

What Qin Yuning held in his hand was a high-grade gold sore medicine, except for the royal family and nobles, ordinary people couldn't afford to use it at all, let alone give it away.

Even if Qin Yuning lied and said that this medicine was sent by himself, He Muwan would not believe it, of course Bei Mingchen knew this.

"What the hell do you say, think for yourself!" The cold eyes flowed over the white medicine bottle in Qin Yuning's hand, and Bei Mingchen pouted.

There was a little more tiredness and irritability between the words, and when Bei Mingchen's voice fell, he lay down on the bed, he didn't deliberately not answer, but he really didn't know what to say.

"This ......" Seeing that Bei Yingchen had already closed his eyes, Qin Yuning wanted to speak and stopped, and responded, "Yes!" Then he carefully withdrew.

"What the hell should I say?" While walking towards the Snow Moon Residence, Qin Yuning thought in his heart.

Bei Yingchen didn't know what to do, so he threw the problem to him, Qin Yuning really had a headache, but he had no choice, who made himself a subordinate, he could only obey the master's order.

Thinking about it all the way, Qin Yuning didn't look at the road, and it wasn't until he bumped into the oncoming woman that he came back from his thoughts, "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Qin Yuning hurriedly apologized.