She raised her neck as hard as she could, trying to warn herself in her mind not to look at Di Qianmo, who was leaning lazily in front of the bed curtains and laughing so hard that everything turned pale, but her eyes were completely uncontrollable and she couldn't move her eyes away from him.

So worthless, %>_<%

The most beautiful big hand in the world stretched out to support her neck, and the usually cold palms were unexpectedly warm at this moment.

Beibei was really embarrassed, she thought she might be a gangster.

Di Qianmo used his best smile and most charming voice to coax her, "Be good, I'll stop your bleeding."

Stop bleeding, stop bleeding, stop bleeding, stop bleeding.

Sorry, please allow Beibei to die for a while.

Di Qianmo's palm was like a magic wand. It could get whatever she wanted, and it could also help people heal their wounds. Her burning nose dissipated little by little under his warm fingers, replaced by endless comfort.

Di Qianmo turned over another handkerchief and held it in his hand, wiping away the nosebleeds on her face bit by bit. After doing the whole process, the corners of her mouth curved like a warm sun.

"A-Li, you are so worthless." After finishing, he teased her leisurely.

Beibei was completely ashamed, and she rushed over, completely burying herself in his chest and refusing to come out.

Wow, she was so smitten by her husband that she had a nosebleed. Even if she was beaten to death, she wouldn't admit that she was the woman who was so embarrassed.

That night when Manyu was executed with a hundred imperial sticks, Beibei went to Qianmo on behalf of the emperor.

That day, Manyu refused to let him pay back the interest on the knife, which made Di Qianmo feel as if he owed another favor.

The last thing he wants now is to get involved with Manyu again.

So after this incident, whether Manyu lives or dies, Di Qianmo will have nothing to do with her at all.

In this way, Beibei was quite willing to take this trip again. In fact, she didn't even want to admit that she also felt that the hundred-tenth staff seemed too heavy for Manyu.

No matter how they dealt with it, Manyu finally reduced his staff by half. Beibei didn't dare to watch the execution of the fifty-foot staff. She stood outside the yard, and her ears were filled with Manyu's shrill howling.

After Eunuch Liu left, Beibei ordered people to carry Manyu, who had fainted, into the room. The clothes around her buttocks were all stained red with blood.

Even though she could already imagine the injuries after fifty tingzhangs, even so, when Beibei saw her blossoming buttocks, she couldn't help but close her eyes.

She took several breaths of cold air, turned her head and said to a few girls in the room who were also frightened, "I have to help her heal her injuries. You go out first and close the door."

"yes.".

Beibei glanced at Manyu for a few times, and said to her heart that I will help you one last time for my man. From now on, when we meet again in the world, we will have grievances and revenge, and I will not show mercy to you again.

Wherever her palm touched, the badly beaten skin healed rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. She looked at the white and clean skin that had recovered and nodded with satisfaction at her technique.

She woke up Man Yu and looked down at her with a cold and high attitude, "The reduction of fifty royal sticks is because the prince thought that you were tolerant last time and did not want him to pay back the interest on the sword. You should know that if I hit you fifty more,

Tingzhang, you will die today.”
Chapter completed!