Chapter 1801

Yan Beicheng's angry eyes were all hidden in the depths of his pupils. With a slight tilt of his slender hand, the tea cup seemed to fall to the ground with a sound of "bang". It broke with the sound, and there was no small crack.

Yan Beicheng's bad face drooped in an instant. He was very agitated and waved, "come on, come in and clean up."

The bodyguard first looked nervously at the flowers on the street. Seeing that there was no influence, he turned around. The suspicions in his eyes had been replaced by disgust. He said in a low voice: "prince, it's not suitable to enter at this time. The princess has something to say. She must keep quiet."

When Yan Beicheng saw the guard's attitude, he wanted to be annoyed, but he glanced at the moshang flower who was still serious about needling. Then he flattened his mouth and nodded reluctantly, "I don't speak, but you'd better keep your mouth closed."

When the bodyguard heard the words, he just didn't dare to be angry and didn't care.

Yan Beicheng's eye light sweeps over the broken tea cup pieces on the ground, and the dark color at the bottom of the eye becomes thicker.

After all, it was too impulsive and almost out of control. If found, years of hard work will be wasted.

With this in mind, he simply closed his eyes and forced himself not to look.

It's not hard for Mo Shanghua to do this. In addition, she is very devoted. Therefore, when Liu Zheng comes back, she just takes back the silver needle.

At that time, the poison on Yan Moli's body had been slowly flowing away, and the poison that must happen every day came ahead of time today, and it was more painful than before.

He fell uncontrollably over the bed. His face was in pain, and the veins on his neck were springing up, which showed the pain he was enduring.

"Doctor Liu, and the bodyguard, please help me hold him down." Seeing that Yan Moli's eyes were red gradually, he seemed to be in a state of unconsciousness. The flower on the street put away the silver needle, like this.

Liu Zheng knew the poison was so bad that he nodded his head and pressed Yan Moli's two legs. The guard hesitated for a moment. Seeing the flower on the street looking solemn, he didn't dare to delay. He came forward to help hold the rest of his arms.

Yan Moli, who was still restless, was completely unable to move at this time, but the tightly wrapped gauze on his body began to dye a little blood again.

Mo Shanghua then calmly took out a small porcelain vase, took out a pill from it and sent it to Yan Moli's mouth.

Because of his unconsciousness, Yan Moli's mouth was very tight. I'm afraid it's hard to break it.

Mo Shanghua just took a look, then released a hand, and gently touched the left side of his jaw like a dragonfly. His tightly closed mouth opened, and then she took the opportunity to put the pill into his mouth and supported his jaw.

Yan Moli's throat rolled, and the pill was directly forced to swallow. At the same time, Mo Shanghua did not forget and neatly put a sweat towel in his mouth, so as not to bite the tip of his tongue in pain.

After a smooth movement, Mo Shanghua did not stop. Instead, he continued to take out the silver needle and put it on Yan Moli's shoulder.

Liu Zheng looked at the array in Mo Shanghua's hand, frowned slightly, and suggested: "the poison has been suppressed for many days, and it seems to be coming fiercely. The princess's technique is inevitably delayed. Is it better to change a faster method?"

Mo Shanghua eased his hand and took another silver needle. He said lightly: "Your Highness has been tortured by this poison for many days, and his body has been very weak. If you change another method, the effect will be too fast. I'm afraid your Highness's body will not be able to bear it. On the contrary, this method is the most stable, although it is a little slow."

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