Yuan Qingling held the royal staff in her sleeve pockets with both hands. Once the carriage drove away, it was useless for her to scream inside.
Calling is never a weapon.
"Is the prince planning to hold me hostage?" Yuan Qing asked with a cold face.
King An laughed twice, "Why are you so vigilant? I won't eat you, I'm just sending you back to my house."
This sentence "I won't eat you" reminded Yuan Qingling of the despicable way he sniffed the handkerchief, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps all over his body.
She moved to the side to keep a certain distance from him, but the carriage was not spacious, and he was tall. No matter where she hid, the pressure caused by his height forced her to feel like she couldn't breathe.
Yuan Qingling held back her nausea and said, "Then don't I have to thank the prince?"
An Wang moved towards her, and the smell of agarwood came towards her in a roundabout way. The smell of agarwood was originally very good, but now Yuan Qingling just felt like vomiting, and she never wanted to smell it again in her life.
This taste.
"I heard," he slowly raised his eyes and looked directly at Yuan Qingling, his eyes wanton and evil, "You are pregnant with your third son. Why do you think you are so blessed?"
He actually reached out and touched Yuan Qingling's belly.
Yuan Qingling took out the royal staff and put it against his chest, saying angrily: "Don't come over."
King An lowered his head to look at the royal staff and smiled, "This is the royal staff given to you by the Supreme Emperor? I heard that it can beat the faint king and the greedy ministers. I even heard that you used this royal staff to beat the third child, and he was able to beat him well."
happy?"
He snatched it away with one hand, held it in his hand, and looked at it carefully, "The handiwork of the Emperor's grandfather is really excellent, and every carving is exquisite. The Emperor's grandfather really loves you, do you know?
Because of you, Lao Wu, a salted fish, actually turned around."
He looked at Yuan Qingling with a smile, "Do you want to hit me with this royal staff?"
He leaned forward, and his chest almost pressed against Yuan Qingling's belly. He smiled, with peach blossom lines still blooming at the corners of his eyes, like a lightly creased fan, "It's a pity that you can't hit me. You are now under my control."
In my hand, if I take a dagger and slash your stomach like this, and then..."
As he spoke, he also made movements. His fingers were right in front of Yuan Qingling's eyes, gently but in a cruel gesture.
He kept looking at Yuan Qingling, trying to dig out the panic and fear from her eyes, and he succeeded. She saw Yuan Qingling's look of horror, her body trembling slightly, and even her lips turned blue with fear.
stand up.
"I will take out your child," he continued, his eyes full of bloodthirsty and excitement. "What do you think we should do with it? That bloody baby has not yet opened its eyes, and it falls on me.
In his hands, what do you think the king will do with it?"
He couldn't help but laugh when he saw the panic in Yuan Qingling's eyes getting stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, he saw those panicked eyes freeze, revealing a determined and cold expression. She quickly shook her hand and something sprayed towards him.
He had no time to dodge, and in fact he couldn't dodge, because his face was right in front of Yuan Qingling.
He only saw a bottle shaking, and his eyes stung sharply. Something got into his nose, and he sneezed repeatedly, almost unable to stop.
Yuan Qingling performed an action that was considered difficult for her nowadays.
He kicked towards his ancestral hall, and amidst the strange screams of pain, he took back his royal staff, opened the curtain, and said sternly to the handlebars: "Stop, your prince is about to die."
Hearing Wang An's screams of pain, Chao Xi Ling quickly stopped the carriage. Yuan Qingling sprayed pepper water on Wang An again, opened the curtain and walked out, turned around and swung his royal staff and hit Wang An hard on the head.
King An couldn't open his eyes, his face was full of rage but he still kept sneezing.
She said coldly: "You asked me just now whether it was pleasant to beat the King of Wei. I forgot to answer. It is pleasant, but it will never be as pleasant as if I beat you."