Yan Yao got up, walked in front of Yan Yin, and lifted his chin with a folding fan in his hand.

This good-looking face, his nose was blue and swollen by his biological mother, and there were blood stains everywhere on his face, and a lot of blood was dripping down his smooth chin.

It seems that it is really distressing.

"Thirty-three emperor brothers, you dare to snatch the clothes of this prince, your courage is really not small?"

"If the Eighth Prince is not angry, this can take him away, you can do whatever you want with him, as long as the Eighth Prince you"

He Yan now just wants to send the big Buddha in front of him away.

If she offends him, she will be in this palace in the future, not to mention that her good days are over, maybe she won't even be able to save her life.

This damn brute!

I know to cause trouble for her!

He should have died a long time ago, and he couldn't die every time!

The life of the cheap seed is really big and makes her sick!

"Forget it. What is the Fuhua Palace of this prince, and what is this place for you, such a dirty thing, I took it to the Fuhua Palace, I am afraid that the mother concubine will also be angry and unwilling. Let's dispose of it here. ”

Yan Yao shook his face with the fan in his hand, smiled slightly, turned around and sat back on the round chair.

"Since this prince's thirty-third emperor brother has such unclean hands and feet, let's chop off his hands! It can be regarded as a lesson for him. ”

He Yan definitely didn't dare to resist this, not only did she not resist, but she was still happy and proud in her heart.

Busy said: "As long as the Eighth Prince is relieved, you can treat him as much as you want!" ”

As soon as Yan Yao raised her hand, she saw that a slave stepped forward, one by one, and pressed Yan Yin to the ground.

As a close servant of the Eighth Prince's side, Mouton took out a sharp dagger with an eerie glow from his arms.

With a sinister smile, he walked up to Yan Yin, met his calm and fearless bloody face, and kindly reminded: "The thirty-third prince will be tired, the slave doesn't have a big knife, so he can only use this small dagger to slowly cut off your arm." It may hurt a little halfway, but that's also the thirty-third prince, you made a mistake first, and you can't complain about others. ”

"If you do something wrong, you will be punished!"

After speaking, his gaze suddenly became sharp, and he directly stabbed him with a dagger

"Stop!"

However, it was still a step too late.

The sharp dagger had all sunk into Yan Yin's shoulder, penetrating his shoulder and breaking through his back.

The dagger was sharp, and it took a while for the blood to slowly flow out of the wound, and in the end, the blood became more and more, and soon the sharp dagger was stained red.

Stain the dagger with an eerie glow bright red.

Yan Yiyi simply ran over to give Yan Yin a few clothes, who would have thought that she would encounter the scene in front of her?

Yan Yin died a miserable death in the original book, and he described his experience in Zhongcui Palace a little bit, but it was just a little.

Yan Yiyi didn't expect that he would be abused so badly.

Covered in blood, his right shoulder was pierced by a dagger.

And his face with his back to him, unable to see the expression, clearly from behind, his messy hairstyle, blood stained the clothes at the corners of his temples and shoulders, and his hands clenched into fists, kneeling on the ground.

His back was straight, he looked neither humble nor arrogant, even if he was bullied like this, he didn't let out a cry for mercy and a whimper of pain.

Nima

knew that letting his son come back would be the end, Yan Yiyi should have taken him back to Changchun Palace directly!