Chapter Forty-Eight: Martial Arts
"Humph! Xia Yifeng, don't rely on your father's favor for you, you dare to be so presumptuous! Clenched his fists hard, looking at Xia Yifeng and Mu Yan in his arms, Xia Mingyi's eyes were gloomy and he spoke, "One day, I will let you kneel at my feet and beg me for mercy!" ”
"Haha!" Listening to Xia Mingyi's words, Xia Yifeng couldn't help laughing, which made Xia Mingyi's already not very good-looking face even more gloomy. "Prince, there are some things that it would be better not to say too much. Who kneels at whose feet, it's not certain, whether you, the prince, can sit firmly, that's also uncertain, so ......"
After a pause, the smile on Xia Yifeng's face slowly put away, and a cold light crossed his eyes, exuding a kingly aura that could not be ignored.
"So I advise you, for every scene, one tree, one person and one thing in my summer mansion, you should be more restrained, otherwise even if I do something to you, your queen mother, who has always supported you behind your back, will not dare to do anything to me, I think you should know this better than anyone else."
Word by word, bit by bit, it was imprinted in Mu Yan's heart. Listening to Xia Yifeng's words and feeling his stiff embrace, Mu Yan frowned, since ancient times, the palace is as deep as the sea, she understands it, but for the scene in front of her, she is really a little difficult to let go.
A prince, a prince. The two half-brothers, why did they make such a fuss? Apart from the throne, Mu Yan couldn't think of anything else.
Women, in Xia Yifeng's eyes, are just dispensable pawns, and Mu Yan knows this better than anyone else. He and her are both plays. And in this drama between them, whoever is serious first will lose, and moreover, there will be no end to the loss......
The tense atmosphere, the battle of strong aura, stood silently in Xia Yifeng's arms for a few minutes, Mu Yan coughed softly, looking at the concerned gaze of the prince, Mu Yan smiled sarcastically, with this, she dared to assert that he would never be better than Xia Yifeng.
Breaking free of Xia Yifeng's embrace, Mu Yan rubbed his temples, sighed lightly, and walked towards his bedroom as if no one was around, she hadn't completely digested the palm of the eighth woman yesterday, and she was pointed at the acupoint by Xia Yifeng's bastard at night, and asked for it over and over again. With the soreness and internal and external injuries, if it weren't for the good body I have trained since I was a child, I am afraid that I would have been bedridden.
"You two want to say please go outside, I'm tired and want to rest."
With a wave of his hand, Mu Yan ignored the two men behind him who were silent and looked at each other. He walked back to the room with a pale face, lying on the bed depressedly, trying to sort out the chaotic thoughts in his mind little by little.
There are still a lot of things in hand that have not been dealt with, I don't know how the recent business of Zuiyunlou is, whether the brothers under him have increased, and the true identity of the strange gambling house owner, and now there is a disgusting prince running out, and the scenes of last night unconsciously appeared in his mind, Mu Yan covered his face with the quilt in annoyance, he didn't expect that he would have such an involuntary day.
"Sister." Cautiously approaching the bed, looking at the things in his hand, Mu Tong swallowed his saliva, and said softly: "The prince has already gone back to the palace, Xia Yifeng has also left, he said that you were too tired yesterday and need to rest well, let me leave this to you......"
Inexplicably looking at the Tianshan Snow Lotus in his hand, Mu Tong's face was full of doubts. This thing is not so easy to get hold of, when did Xia Yifeng be so generous to his sister? And he's really a little weird today, and even his attitude when talking to himself is different from usual. Did my sister do anything big yesterday? How can you be so tired......
When he raised his head, he just wanted to ask Mu Yan the truth about the matter, but he was startled by her pale and bloodless face. Hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Mu Yan's wrist, and her body was stunned, how could she be so seriously injured?
"Don't worry, I'm fine." Looking at Mu Tong's worried look, Mu Yan smiled, sat up and rubbed Mu Tong's hair, looking at the little face that was somewhat similar to herself, a warm current crossed her heart. "Go back and rest, and then go out and help me with things again, understand?"
I didn't expect that in just a few days after I was injured, my sister was so seriously injured...... He bit his lower lip vigorously and nodded. Mu Tong knew that if Mu Yan didn't want to say something, no matter what happened to her, she wouldn't say it. All I can do is protect her with all my heart.
The hazy eyes suddenly lit up, and the eyes were burning and raised his head to meet Mu Yan's four eyes, Mu Tong pondered for a long time, and slowly spoke, "Sister, let me teach you martial arts." ”