"Yes!" Li Wen agreed respectfully, raised his right sleeve with his left hand, raised his right palm high, and was about to hit Leng Ning in the face.
"Don't hit my dad!" Upon seeing this, Tianci cried and rushed forward to protect Leng Ning.
"Get out of the way!" Leng Ning gritted his teeth in anger, grabbed him and threw him to the corner of the room, raised his face and knelt down, "Please give me a hand, father-in-law!"
"Dad!" Tianci wanted to get up and try to stop him, but Luo Yan, who was kneeling not far from him, quickly grabbed his arm and hugged him tightly.
Naturally, Leng Ning's action was to protect him. It was already very difficult for the emperor to agree. Now he has to go through trouble again, which will make Long Yan furious. Who can save their father and son?!
Seeing Li Wen's palm raised high and blowing towards Leng Ning's face with the sound of wind, Jiu'er, who was sitting together on the couch, suddenly screamed and fell off the bed, "Assassin, you're killing someone..."
What a coincidence.
When he fell down, he happened to bump into Leng Ning's back. Leng Ning tilted to the side inertly, just in time to avoid Li Wen's slap. He grabbed Leng Ning's arm and got into her arms. Jiu'er shivered.
Then he raised his right hand and pointed at the window behind the couch, "Assassin, assassin!"
Leng Ning hugged him instinctively, followed his fingers and turned to look. Outside the half-open window, the branches were swaying gently in the wind. There was no shadow of the assassin. He hurriedly comforted him, "Don't be afraid of Jiu'er.
Not an assassin, just a tree branch!"
Jiu'er just buried his face on her shoulder and hugged her neck tightly, his whole body trembling without making a sound.
Li Wen raised his palm, but could only freeze in the air.
The Ninth Prince over there is also under his palm. If he hits the Emperor's favorite Ninth Prince with this palm, he will be unable to eat and walk around without daring to move.
When a group of guards heard Jiu'er's scream, they also rushed in with weapons in hand. Seeing the scene in the room, they immediately looked at each other, neither advancing nor retreating.
"Get out yet!" Li Wen retracted his palms sarcastically. He waved to the guards in a hurry, then looked at Mo Chuan with a livid face, "Your Majesty, the Ninth Prince seems to be frightened. This slap is not as good as
Just write it down and fight again tomorrow?!"
After following the emperor for many years, Li Wen knew that this slap could not be given at this time, so he immediately found a step to slap his master.
"Hmph!" Mo Chuan snorted coldly, "If something like this happens again, I won't tolerate it at all!"
After saying that, he brushed down his sleeves and walked out of the hall.