Chapter 200: The evil king becomes a beauty in anger 3
Weak Liu Fufeng reminded her that the more nervous she is, the more calm she has to be, and wait and see what happens first.
Yu Beiming sat down by the bed and put one hand on the small table next to him, with a jade kettle and teacup on it.
Glancing at Mo Xiaohuan, he was a little satisfied with her silence. Then he turned to look at the servants kneeling on the ground and said coldly: "You can talk now."
All the servants did not dare to move. They only dared to cry with tears and snot flowing down their faces.
How the princess bumped her head is actually known to only a few people, not everyone.
Those who knew about it didn't dare to say anything because Lin Muxin had spoken harsh words to them before, and they didn't dare not take it to heart.
But the princess was very nice to them, and the prince just wanted to find out the real murderer.
They were having an ideological struggle and were conflicting about whether they should say something or not.
time is still
It's very quiet inside Zhaoyang Hall, so quiet that you can hear the beating of your heart.
Mo Xiaohuan looked at them nervously, hoping that Lin Muxin would be punished, but not wanting her servants to be implicated.
On the other hand, as long as Lin Muxin is punished, don't pursue it any further.
Mo Xiaohuan's heart was beating like a thunder drum at this time
"Don't say yes, Yan Li." Yu Beiming's voice was very soft, indifferent, and cold.
Yan Li immediately stood up from the side, his head slightly lowered.
"You handle it." Yu Beiming's meaning was very clear. His words were almost cold-blooded.
Yan Li is Yu Beiming's confidant, so he naturally understands the meaning of his words.
"Someone is coming!"
A row of his personal guards immediately walked in from the arch, standing behind the servant who was kneeling on the ground, ready to take action at any time.
Mo Xiaohuan, who was leaning on her vagina, saw that the situation was not good. She sat up with anxious eyes and wanted to get out of bed.
Yu Beiming turned to look at her with a warning look.
Mo Xiaohuan bit her lower lip and looked at him
She knew that Yu Beiming would carry out what he said before. As long as she said a word, someone would die immediately.
Liu Fufeng's expression was calm, and it was hard to tell what he was thinking.
The same is true for Yan Li. He was just following orders.
"King Gu will give you one last chance, tell me, or don't tell me." Yu Beiming turned his head and stared at Mo Xiaohuan, his voice was cold, but his eyes were soft.
Mo Xiaohuan couldn't stand him looking at her like this. If his eyes were colder, she would get out of bed and plead for mercy at all costs.
However, she knew that even if she begged, Yu Beiming might not give up this time.
This time, Mo Xiaohuan saw Yu Beiming's determination
Still silent, deathly silence
Yu Beiming's fingers tapped on the table intentionally or unintentionally, making a low and clear sound.
The people present felt their hearts rise with the sound of his percussion.
Mo Xiaohuan was even more like this, her whole heart was in her throat
Mo Xiaohuan's hands under the quilt were holding the quilt tightly, leaving only a hole.
"Do it." Yu Beimingxu didn't hear the sound, so he softly uttered two words.
"No, no, Your Majesty, this servant doesn't know. Your Majesty, please spare your life..."
"Your Majesty, please spare my life, I don't even know this..."
When the servants who were kneeling on the ground heard these two words, they were so frightened that they cried out and begged for mercy.
There was an instant burst of crying in Zhaoyang Hall. The crying was so loud that it was especially harsh in the quiet night.
Moon Palace
The lights in the Moon Stepping Hall are still bright at this time.
Lin Muxin was lost in thought on the couch, holding a cup of tea in one hand and the tea lid in the other.