Chapter 437 Can't Tell the Fifth Child

Yuan Qingling held the imperial staff with both hands in her sleeve pockets, once the carriage opened, it was useless for her to scream inside.

Calling is never a weapon.

"Is the prince planning to kidnap me?" Yuan Qing Ling Han asked with a cold face.

King An laughed twice, "What are you doing so vigilantly?" This king will not eat you, but will send you home. ”

This sentence will not eat you, so Yuan Qingling remembered his cheap appearance of sniffing the handkerchief, and couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.

She moved to the side, keeping a certain distance from him, but the carriage was not spacious, and he was so tall that no matter where he hid, the oppression of his height forced her to feel like she couldn't breathe.

Yuan Qingling held back his nausea, "Then don't I want to thank the prince?" ”

Wang An moved to her side, the smell of agarwood came towards her, the smell of agarwood was very good, but Yuan Qingling only felt that he wanted to vomit now, and he didn't want to smell this smell again in his life.

"I heard," his eyes slowly raised, looking directly at Yuan Qingling, his eyes were wanton and evil, "You are pregnant with a third son, why do you say that your blessings are so good?" ”

He actually reached out to touch Yuan Qingling's stomach.

Yuan Qingling took out the imperial staff in one hand and put it against his chest, and said angrily: "Don't come here." ”

King An looked down at the imperial staff and smiled, "This is the imperial staff given to you by the Emperor Taishang?" I heard that you can beat the unconscious king and the gluttonous minister, and I heard that you used this imperial staff to beat the third child, and you are still happy? ”

He snatched it with one hand, held it in his hand, and looked at it seriously, "The imperial grandfather's handiwork is really excellent, and the carvings in every place are exquisite, the imperial grandfather really loves you, do you know that because of you, the fifth salted fish turned over." ”

He looked at Yuan Qingling with a smile, "Do you want to use this staff to hit this king?" ”

His body leaned over, his chest almost pressed Yuan Qingling's stomach, he smiled, the corners of his eyes were still blooming peach blossom lines, like a fan with light creases, "It's a pity that you can't fight, you are now in the hands of this king, if this king takes a dagger, and makes such a stroke on your stomach, and then ...... like this."

As he spoke, he also made movements, and the finger was in front of Yuan Qingling's eyes, gently, but in a cruel posture.

His eyes kept looking at Yuan Qingling, wanting to dig out the panic and fear from her eyes, and he got his wish, she saw Yuan Qingling show a shocked look, her body trembled slightly, and even her lips turned pale with fright.

"Your child, this king will take it out," he continued, his eyes bloodthirsty and excited, "what do you say?" The bloody baby didn't know how to open his eyes yet, and fell into the hands of this king, what do you think this king will do? ”

He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the panic in Yuan Qingling's eyes getting stronger and stronger.

Suddenly, he saw that the panicked eyes were fixed, revealing a resolute and cold color, her hand shook quickly, and something sprayed at him.

He didn't have time to dodge, in fact, he couldn't, because his face was in front of Yuan Qingling.

He only saw a bottle shake, and his eyes stinged sharply, something got into his nose, and he sneezed so much that he could barely stop.

Yuan Qingling made a move that was difficult for her now.

Kicked at his ancestral hall, and in that strange scream of pain, he regained the imperial staff, lifted the curtain, and said sharply to the handlebars: "Stop, your prince is dying." ”

The handlebar type heard King An's scream of pain, and hurriedly stopped the carriage, Yuan Qingling sprayed pepper water on King An again, opened the curtain and walked out, turned around and picked up the imperial staff and hit King An's head heavily, King An's eyes couldn't be opened, and his face was full of rage but he still sneezed.

She said coldly: "You just asked me if I was happy to beat King Wei, I forgot to answer, happy, but I will never be as happy as I beat you." ”

Seeing that King An was beaten, Yuan Qingling's eyes were angry, but Yuan Qingling had already jumped down, landed steadily, did not fall, and then hit the horse's ass with a stick, shouting in his mouth, "Go you!" ”

The horses were in pain, and they pulled the wagon and ran away.

Behind him, the guards chased after him and looked at Yuan Qingling in surprise, "Princess, what's wrong?" What's wrong? ”

Yuan Qingling held his stomach, and his whole body trembled, and his teeth trembled.

On the streets of this winter, the wind was cold, but Yuan Qingling's face was pale and sweating profusely.

She slowly leaned against the door of the shop next to the street, sat down slowly, and breathed heavily.

When Mama Xi caught up, she took Mama's hand, and then grabbed it hard, "Go home, let's go home." ”

Seeing her like this, Mama Xi was frightened, but she didn't ask anything, and helped her into Princess Ji's carriage.

When Mama Xi helped Man'er out, she saw that King An's carriage had left, and Princess Ji heard her and immediately asked her to get into the carriage to chase her.

Princess Ji was in the carriage, and when she saw Yuan Qingling coming up, she covered her mouth and turned aside.

Yuan Qingling said weakly: "Don't cover it, your illness is not contagious now." ”

The carriage was not big, and Mama Xi couldn't sit together, so she let them go back to the house first, and Mama Xi and Man'er wanted to go back.

Princess Ji saw her pale expression and asked, "What did King An do to you?" ”

Yuan Qingling looked at her, and suddenly remembered that Princess Ji looked at King An's back yesterday, and her eyes were clearly gloomy and cold, "How is King An?" In your opinion. ”

"Ghosts, demons!" Princess Ji understated the authenticity.

Yuan Qingling remembered King An's expression when he said that he was going to dig up her child, and shuddered, "That's right, he is an evil ghost." ”

"What happened to him?" Princess Ji asked, "He didn't hurt you, did he?" ”

Yuan Qingling informed Princess Ji of the things next to the Ruyi room and on the carriage, she knew that she shouldn't confess everything to Princess Ji, but she was really uncomfortable, the fifth child hadn't come back yet, and he was anxious now, knowing that he would definitely go to King An to fight hard.

Princess Ji sighed and said, "You are pregnant now, avoid him a little, and don't tell the fifth child about this matter." ”

"Why?" Yuan Qingling asked.

Princess Ji looked at her, serious and serious, "King An is not crazy, this is not something he can usually do, he did it on purpose, what is the purpose of his doing this?" Have you thought about it? ”

Yuan Qingling has been crazy in the past two days, and his brain is basically in a state of failure, and he really hasn't thought about it.

Princess Ji patted her hand, which was regarded as a deep level of comfort, and then said: "King Qi was attacked, and you were attacked, all of them were counted on Yuwenjun's head, but I am very sure that he did not do this matter, he may have thought about doing this, but it must not be now, so he is just a scapegoat, and the real murderer is King An." ”

"It's so ruthless!" Yuan Qing Ling was shocked.

Princess Ji sneered, "Ruthless? No, he counted the fifth child into it, the fifth child returned to Jingzhao Mansion, and this kind of thing happened, and it is impossible for the assassins to be arrested and brought to justice, the emperor will punish him, if at this juncture, the fifth child goes to King An to make trouble because of your affairs, King An will definitely take the opportunity to make trouble in Dali, Ruyi Fang and Fangcai's matter, is there a witness? No, who will the father believe? Do you believe in King An, who has always kept his duty, or believe in a King of Chu who has made mistakes repeatedly? You think deeply. ”