Chapter 4 Mother's hand, so soft

The curvature between Mu Wanxi's red lips deepened, and the red-gold feather fan in her hand shook gently, "It seems that you are really loyal to this palace." ”

Liu Zhao knelt on the ground like a dog and made a big salute to Mu Wanxi, "The slave is willing to follow Her Royal Highness the princess to the death." ”

Mu Wanxi nodded with satisfaction: "You have such a heart, this palace is very pleased......"

Speaking of this, the words suddenly changed, "Come on, go to the whip." ”

When the word whipping fell, Liu Zhao's expression became excited, and he hurriedly looked at Mu Xiaomin with gloating eyes.

If this damn stinky boy gets a whipping, he's going to have to lose half his life.

Mu Xiaomin straightened his waist and stood in place without moving, there was no fear on his beautiful face like a porcelain doll, and his eyes staring at Mu Wanxi were quiet like a pool of stagnant water.

On the way here, he was ready to be punished.

He didn't expect Mu Wanxi to spare him, but he didn't expect her to whip him?

It's okay to let him be completely cold to this mother, and he won't have any illusions about her in the future.

After a while, a little eunuch walked into the hall with a whip.

Liu Zhao looked at the barb on the whip in the little eunuch's hand, and the excitement in his eyes was even worse.

When this whip strikes on the flesh, it must be the skin that opens the flesh, and the whip sees blood.

Mu Xiaomin closed his eyes and stopped looking at Mu Wanxi.

Mu Wanxi stood up from the chair, and with a slight wave of the feather fan in her hand, she pointed at Liu Zhao, "Liu Zhao dares to slander his master, and if he commits the following crimes, his heart can be punished, and he will be punished with a hundred lashes." After the fight, Liu Zhao was expelled from the princess's mansion, and he was not allowed to step into the princess's mansion for half a step! ”

The voice fell, and the audience was silent.

Before the smile on the corner of Liu Zhao's lips could fade, his eyes widened like a ghost, and his expression was a little funny.

Mu Xiaomin also opened his eyes, the expression on his little face was a little cute because of surprise, he looked at Mu Wanxi a little incredulously, and thought that he was having auditory hallucinations.

The little eunuch in charge of the execution also looked at Mu Wanxi with a bewildered expression.

What the heck?

Didn't the princess of their family still have a home for Liu Gongzi yesterday? How do you say that if you change your face today, you will change your face? And the princess of his family actually stood on the side of the little master this time?! Is the sun rising in the west today?

Being stared at by a room of people with incredible eyes, Mu Wanxi raised her thin eyebrows very calmly, and said loudly: "What? Isn't what Hongu said clear enough? ”

The woman's clear and charming voice contains coercion, Mu Wanxi often took on costume dramas in her previous life, playing the role of an ancient aristocratic woman, so now it is also handy to take out the prestige that a princess should have.

"Your Highness, I ......" Liu Zhao was about to plead, but saw Mu Wanxi walking directly to Mu Xiaomin's side, didn't even give him a look, and pulled up Mu Xiaomin's small hand and walked out of the hall.

This is not to give him a chance to intercede at all.

Mu Xiaomin subconsciously followed Mu Wanxi, and her steps were a little stiff.

The expression on his little face was still confused, and he stared blankly at the slender jade hand holding his small hand.

Mother's hand turned out to be so soft.

Mu Wanxi took Mu Xiaomin and went to the flower hall next door.

There is a charcoal fire burning in the flower hall, which is as warm as spring.

In this flower hall, you can clearly hear Liu Zhao's screams coming from next door.

Mu Wanxi asked Mu Xiaomin to sit down at the table of the Eight Immortals, and then she instructed her subordinates to prepare pastries and hot goat's milk.

Mu Xiaomin sat there with his waist a little restrained, and his two small hands were clenched into fists and obediently placed on his knees.