"Sizzle-" Ye Qiqi gasped, and the pain from her wrist instantly covered her black and white eyes with a layer of mist.

She turned her head, looked at Mo Hanqing with watery eyes, and said softly: "It hurts......"

Her voice was so soft, so aggrieved, so pitiful, just a simple word, like a quietly falling feather, brushing his heart.

Mo Hanqing only felt a softness in her heart, and the force of clasping her wrist involuntarily decreased.

However, he only relaxed his vigilance a little, and then he felt a breeze in front of him, and the wrists that were still held in his hands one second had disappeared the next, and his own body was hit hard by something heavy in an instant, and the whole person fell backwards uncontrollably.

Mo Hanqing was startled, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to support the wall of the carriage to stabilize his body, and then a thin figure rushed towards him quickly.

He flashed sideways and slashed towards the petite figure, but he didn't expect his wrist to be firmly grasped by her.

Mo Hanqing turned over, and grabbed Ye Qiqi's shoulder with her other hand, but she escaped in an instant.

Inside the carriage, there was a sudden sound of "bang bang bang" fighting.

The driver who was driving listened to the violent fighting behind him, and only felt that the carriage was about to be dismantled by them, and he looked back in horror, behind the curtain blown by the night wind, His Royal Highness King Jing'an and his personal guards were fighting each other in an extremely strange and distorted posture.

The coachman glanced at it hurriedly, and then quickly turned his head back.

It's just that he was wondering in his heart, why did His Royal Highness King Jing'an fight with his subordinates, could it be that the two of them were learning martial arts?

But why do you have to learn martial arts in the carriage......

Ay...... Sure enough, His Royal Highness King Jing'an's world is not something that mortals can understand.

This carriage is from Lord Gu's mansion, and the space in the carriage is naturally not as large as the carriage space in the Jing'an Palace, so in such a small space, the thin Ye Qiqi has the upper hand when fighting.

In just a moment, she pressed Mo Hanqing's whole body under her.

She sat on Mo Hanqing's stomach with her buttocks, her knees pressed tightly against the hem of his robe, her two small hands clasped Mo Hanqing's wrists tightly, her eyes looked at his angry eyes, and she smiled stupidly: "Hey, hey...... Your Highness, you can't beat me, my martial arts ...... But it's a high ......."

"Get out of here!" Mo Hanqing glared at her with fiery eyes, and shouted at her through gritted teeth.

"Don't." Ye Qiqi made a grimace at him, and then continued to smirk: "Little beauty, don't resist, uncle, I will be very gentle......"

Mo Hanqing listened to what she said, and was so angry with her that she couldn't wait to spray a mouthful of old blood directly on her face.

This product is really learned and used! As soon as I walked around the Qinglou, I learned all the words of the men in it who were teasing.

And he is the dignified King of Jing'an, and at this moment, she is being treated as a Qinglou woman who is wantonly light.

At this moment, Mo Hanqing felt that he was even more aggrieved than eight years ago.

"Little beauty, don't look at your master with such an expression!" Ye Qiqi smiled at him, and a small white hand touched his chest and said, "Come, let Ye touch it." ”