V2.Chapter 241

Yan Beicheng tightly squeezed the waist of the stranger and said: "isn't the princess very fond of getting along with the second brother? Do you want to satisfy your wish? By the way, and Liu Zheng, would you like to bring it to you

At the thought that the stranger has been avoiding him these days, even if he occasionally sees him, he still ignores him, which is also cold words. However, he has been alone with Yan Moli for such a long time, and he often speaks soft words to Liu Zheng, which makes him feel miserable and resentful.

But Yan Beicheng didn't know that his words to strangers, or to any woman, were nothing more than pointing at their noses and calling them sluts, especially from their husbands.

This word quickly swam in the heart of the stranger flower, her delicate and cold cheek was covered with a layer of frost, and her voice was also the same cold, "well, if the Lord likes, you may as well bring all the men in the palace. I can accept them one by one."

Although she was a little dull and unwilling to talk to others, she was full of sharp thorns. Whoever provoked her decided not to swallow her anger. Even if she hurt herself eight hundred times, she would have to hurt the enemy a thousand times.

Yan Beicheng heard the speech, the whole face was also completely gloomy, gloomy like the dark clouds when the wind and rain were about to come, and the fierce Qi in his eyes leaped forward uncontrollably.

"Flowers on the street!"

Yan Beicheng couldn't help but roar. With one hand, he grabbed the delicate and fragile neck of moshang flower, and almost gnashed his teeth: "what do you want me to do?"

Because he was so excited, he even abandoned the king who often pretended to be the king. Now, he has no place to vent his anger.

But even so, he still did not forget to restrain his hand's movement, did not dare to seriously force, only afraid to hurt the flower on the stranger.

If he had changed his appearance to an ordinary woman, he would have been pale and flustered. But the stranger did not even move his eyebrows. He said coldly, "this is what you are, cloaked man."

The last two words, she is almost word by word, in addition to the eyes of frost, faintly mixed with a bit of stubborn.

Yan Beicheng couldn't help being stunned. His eyes were clearly extinguished. I didn't know what he was thinking. After all, Hua qianliu said it was one thing with him, and it was another thing to hear from his own ears.

After a long time, he lowered his head again, and his thin lips spat out a few words, "since you know it, isn't it hard to be afraid at all?"

Say, hold the hand of neck of flower on the street slightly tighten for a moment.

"You can't kill me." At the same time, the hand did not know when to touch out the carry on dagger, a cross in the neck of Yan Beicheng.

The dagger was across his neck, bringing a cold touch. But Yan Beicheng's face changed little by little, and his eyes went out again. He couldn't understand what he was thinking.

But on the street flower, at this time looks like a pair of cold as ice, iron face ruthless appearance, but the bottom of the eyes is the same complex difficult to argue, can not see what she is thinking.

For a long time, Yan Beicheng's face suddenly became loose, and his hand holding the neck of the flower on the street was also released. It seemed helpless, and it seemed that he spoke in a low voice: "after all, it's my king who is sentimental."

This time, the flower on the other side was stunned. His brain echoed like an empty valley. He kept playing this passage. Originally, he thought that he had set up a barrier. His hair was broken, and there were bursts of pain.

Before he had time to react, he saw that Yan Beicheng had already reached out to brush the dagger between the flowers on the stranger's neck. Due to his little effort, the sharp blade made a slight scratch on his neck.

Seeing the scratch on his neck, the stranger suddenly sat up and wanted to have a look at it, but her consciousness finally caught up and stopped her movement. She grasped the bed sheet under her body between her fingers.

Yan Beicheng didn't feel the bloodstain on his neck. He didn't even frown. He just lifted his hand to erase the bloodstain. He said, "the princess must not be well. I'll ask the Doctor Liu to have a look later. You can take good care of it these days. I won't disturb your peace if I have nothing to do."

With that, he turned and strode away.

The flower on the street stares at his fading back, clearly so tall and straight. Somehow, the flower on the street can see a sense of loss of soul, or maybe it's her own soul

The house was completely quiet. The stranger was sitting on the bed, unable to recover for a long time. She could only hear the pattering rain outside the window. However, she felt the hum in her ears and her heart was in a mess. She could not calm down in any case.

Then, this night, she was sleepless, until dawn, can not rest.

When Qin Ya came to serve the stranger, her eyes were black and she was startled. "Princess, why are you so blue now? Is it because the thunderstorm last night was so noisy that you didn't sleep well?"

After Qin Ya said so, the flowers on the street just looked at the face of the bronze mirror haggard of their own.She is proficient in medical theory. Therefore, her body has always been well conditioned. Her face is ruddy and clear all year round. Except when she is ill, when has she been so haggard?

Her face was ten times worse than that when she was developing medicinal materials.

Seeing that she did not speak, and seemed to have gone away, Qin Ya could not help but call softly: "princess?"

The flower on the street suddenly came back to God and said softly, "yesterday's rain was some big."

Qin Ya nodded with approval. While combing her long silky black hair like brocade on the street, she said, "well, I didn't sleep until I had been tossing and turning for a long time yesterday. Before, I never went to bed because of this."

Although she was talking about her own troubles, she was still more happy in her heart. The corners of her lips couldn't help lifting up. But after a moment of laughter, she began to feel distressed again. "The maid is OK, but it's a pity that my brother has not recovered to this day."

Flowers on the street will Qin Ya is distressed and worried appearance income eyes, light words Comfort way: "later, I will give him pulse, you don't have to worry too much."

Qin Ya reluctantly smiles, lowers her head and doesn't speak any more. Her hands are very dexterous. She turns her long hair into a bun, and decorates it with several Zhu hairpins. A simple but decent bun is combed.

The flower on the street raised his hand to manage several wisps of broken hair in front of his forehead. He was about to get up and listened to the knock on the door, and then there was no sound.

This way of knocking on the door is not who else can be found in Qin Lin.