"Murong slowly, the prince will not let you go." Lian'er yelled slowly as she struggled.

She didn't expect that she not only beat her, but also punished her so blatantly, she couldn't swallow this breath, she was the prince's favorite concubine, and she was Song Yuan.

Is this an opportunity for her to take revenge on her?

Because the prince didn't like her Murong slowly, on the contrary, she became the prince's favorite concubine, so she sprinkled all her resentment on her.

She doesn't want it, she doesn't want to endure Murong's slow revenge like this, and she doesn't need to endure it.

"Won't you let me go? I'm really looking forward to that. Slowly raised an eyebrow disappreciatively.

She wanted to see how the prince wouldn't let her go and break into the cold palace when dealing with a few concubines? Listening to their tone, her current situation is no different from being beaten into the cold palace.

Abandoned?

She couldn't ask for it.

Yes~

Lian'er couldn't break free from the two Gong E's who bound her, and in the chaos, she raised her hand and bit Gong E's arm fiercely, Gong E screamed in pain and let go of her hand.

As soon as she turned her head, the other Gong E was so frightened that she hurriedly withdrew her hand, for fear of being abused in the same way.

Lian'er was free, like a beast in the mountains, her eyes were red and she rushed towards slowly, slowly turning sideways to get out of the way, but she still let Lian'er hit the wound.

Tear –

Slowly covering the wound and gasping in pain, the bright red blood soaked through the gorgeous palace clothes, and there was a cold, wet in his hand.

"Murong slowly, I'm going to tear you apart." Lian'er, who had already rushed through her slow body, stopped and came back, at this time she only knew that she had to resist, and her brain was already delirious and confused.

Slowly the wound cracked open again, and the suffocating pain made her pale and a little powerless to resist.

Those palace ladies looked at all this stupidly, not knowing what to do.

These two people, one is the crown princess and the other is Song Yuan, who should they help?

The crown princess, but the prince doesn't favor her.

Song Yuan, but she can't get past the crown princess.

Slowly and clearly, he felt that the blood was draining, and he hit the steps behind him, staggered back, and sat down on the snowy stone steps, and threw his hands back a large amplitude on the cold ground.

Lian'er grabbed Slowly's shoulders with both hands, ignoring her bubbling and bleeding wounds, and shook Slowly, desperately, how could Slowly, who had been pampered since childhood, be able to compete with Lian'er who climbed up from the maid.

Lian'er slowly pushed her to the ground, stepped her legs over her slow waist and rode on top of it, pressed her elbow against her slow throat, raised her right hand and prepared to slap it down.

Suddenly, a figure appeared and fell from the sky, grabbed Lian'er's fallen right hand, and saw him flick it slightly, and Lian'er flew out like a kite with a broken string, hit the trunk of the tree, and then fell to the ground with a bang, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Is the crown princess okay?" Mu Ying clasped his fists and saluted, wanting to reach out to help him slowly, but he felt that it was inappropriate.

Glancing at the guard behind him, the guard retreated in understanding and walked in the direction he had come from slowly.

The escort Heng Kai came to Mo Yuheng's study, and Mo Yuheng sat in front of the bookcase distraughtly, and the lingering slow figure in his mind made him feel restless.

"Your Highness, the crown princess and Song Yuan have a fight in the back garden." The escort entered the study and knelt down directly to get into the subject.

Mo Yuheng frowned unhappily, how could it be that Murong was slow, she really didn't stop for a moment, and then she left here and fought with someone else.

"Let her go." Mo Yuheng picked up a book of music and looked at it.

If she wants to make trouble, let her go! It's hard to make a fuss.

The guard looked at Mo Yuheng's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, and finally only spit out lightly, and retreated silently.

Their Royal Highness doesn't like the crown princess, this is a fact known to the whole palace, maybe it's not even a secret outside the palace, so don't bother Your Highness with such a trivial matter.

"Wait." Mo Yuheng stopped the guards who walked to the door, stood up, and said, "Take the palace to have a look." ”

That's his back house, and the back house can't be handled well, isn't it a joke?

The guard was stunned for a moment, didn't he say to go with the crown princess? Why is he going again now, but he still bowed his head without a trace and said, "Yes." ”

Ahem, ahem, ahem.

Slowly the skin is tender and fair, as long as you touch it lightly, it will immediately bruise, which looks very shocking.

His throat relaxed, and he slowly seemed to come back to life, and gasped, but this breath was so hard that it sounded like he was sobbing.

Slowly and violently stood up, extremely angry, it was simply too much, red flowers burst out of his eyes, and he turned around and landed his hands on the sword on Mu Ying's waist beside him.

With a bang, he pulled out Mu Ying's saber, walked towards Lian'er in the snow, raised the knife in his hand, and slashed it without hesitation.

"Ah~." Four fingers broke off from the fingertips, and blood burst out, staining the snow-capped ground red.

The dazzling red in the snow is more vivid, bewitching and beautiful than the red plum in the garden.

"My hand." Lian'er was so pained that tears and blood were smeared, and her left hand pinched her right hand, but the pain did not decrease by a point.

looked at the four severed fingers in the bloody field, and wanted to reach out to pick them up, but he didn't dare, he only knew that he cried vigorously, and then fainted in pain.

Qinghe's legs were weak, and the whole person sat on the ground, his eyes focused on the sword in his hand, and there was blood flowing down the cold blade.

Those palace ladies were so frightened that they fell to their knees, covering their mouths tightly and not daring to scream.

Even Mu Ying, who was used to seeing big scenes, was stunned by his slow move.

He never thought that the seemingly soft and weak crown princess would still have such a ruthless side, with a knife in her hand, everything was done in one go, without hesitation or flinching.

No one dared to take a step closer, and they dared to guarantee that if they did, then it would not be as simple as cutting off a finger.

It's the head.

Mo Yuheng, who rushed over, saw this scene in his eyes and was stunned for a moment, he knew that he hated him slowly, and he could understand it for him to attack him, but he didn't expect to slowly make a move on Lian'er.

No matter how good he is to Lian'er, but their master-servant relationship for more than ten years is not at all.

His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes were a little cold, and he said, "Murong slowly, what are you trying to do?" Tu Ben Palace's backyard? ”

Mo Yuheng's tone was very unkind, and it sounded a little mocking.

Even if he kills his harem, he won't, let alone fall in love with her, right?

Slowly turning to look at the source of the voice, her eyes burning with anger, she swore that she had never been so hot.

"Even if you slaughter all the people you love in the world, what can you do to me?"