"Drag it down!" Yu Beiming roared so frightened that Nupu, who was kneeling on the ground, fainted.
"no!"
In a moment of desperation to save Nupu, Mo Xiaohuan, who was weak and weak, rolled down the couch next to the bed and did not stop until he reached the side of a unconscious Nupu.
"Mo Xiaohuan, you are so brave!" Yu Beiming's furious voice immediately echoed through the entire Fuyao Hall.
Nupu, who was kneeling outside Fuyao Hall, couldn't help but shrink his neck, and his whole body was shaking like fallen leaves in the wind.
Yu Beiming stood up and walked back and forth inside the curtain, his cold black eyes staring at the woman outside the curtain who was desperately pleading for his servant.
Mo Xiaohuan struggled to get up, and finally she knelt on the ground, enduring her body weakness and dizziness: "...I promise you to be the princess, and beg the prince to spare the lives of everyone in Fuyao Palace."
"Mo Xiaohuan, you actually!" Yu Beiming's anger instantly increased by another foot.
Mo Xiaohuan actually agreed to be the princess for these useless minions!
He asked her to do it, but she refused. Now she clearly doesn't take him seriously!
Yan Li, who had been silent all this time, had a hint of emotion in his eyes. He glanced at Yu Beiming in the curtain, and felt that if he spoke again, these people would really die.
The former princess also once risked her life and death to save the life of her slave.
And the same goes for this new princess, they are really similar
He has followed the prince in the battlefield for many years and knows the prince very well. Not many people can understand the prince's suffering.
"My lord, the princess seems to be in trouble." Yan Li looked at Mo Xiaohuan who was kneeling on the ground and was shaking slightly.
Just after he finished speaking, Mo Xiaohuan fell to the floor with a crash.
Yu Beiming was startled and rushed out of the curtain to hug Mo Xiaohuan: "Go and call Mr. Fufeng over quickly!"
After placing Mo Xiaohuan on the bed, he glanced at the slave who was kneeling and unconscious on the ground, and said coldly: "The lonely king doesn't want to see them, pull them out!"
Yan Li understood and ordered people to drive them out and dragged the unconscious ones out.
The hall became quiet again
Yu Beiming's anger gradually calmed down as Fuyao Hall became quiet.
He turned to look at Mo Xiaohuan, with a dissatisfied expression on his face: "Mo Xiaohuan, you are really courageous, you actually provoke the lonely king again and again."
From the beginning to the end, Yu Beiming didn't know that it was precisely because of Mo Xiaohuan's dazzling light that he couldn't help but pay attention to her, and he couldn't kill her cruelly.
Liu Fufeng walked in and saw Yu Beiming, who looked gloomy, and Mo Xiaohuan, who looked a little worse. He knew that there must have been another war just now.
"What's wrong?" Liu Fufeng helped Mo Xiaohuan take his pulse, and raised his eyes to ask Yu Beiming
"This woman is simply a replica of Mo Qinghuan." Yu Beimingjian frowned slightly and rubbed his aching temples.
Weak Liu Fufeng curled his lips: "Isn't this exactly what you want?"
In Yu Beiming's impression, Mo Qinghuan has never been a docile kitten. She will only provoke his anger blindly, and she will only be willing to force him to hurt her completely.
Weak Liu Fufeng took the pulse and put Mo Xiaohuan's hand back, saying: "It's okay, I'm just weak. Plus I haven't eaten for a few days, my body is weak, just take good care of it."
"The Lone King doesn't understand. What good does it do her to always go against the Lone King?" Yu Beiming looked depressed.