Suddenly there was a heavy breath in his ears, Mo Xiaohuan was startled, and then he tightened his waist and Yu Beiming was lying beside him!
"Are you awake?" A deep magnetic voice lingered in my ears.
Mo Xiaohuan calmed down the surprise in her heart and said hum.
Yu Beiming's embrace makes people easily fall in love with him. He has a strong body and is the kind of man with an absolutely sunny aura.
However, it is Yu Beiming who is a little rough and arrogant. No matter who he attacks, he will never show mercy.
Mo Xiaohuan suddenly thought of the imperial doctor whose head he had beheaded...
There was no bloody aura in Yu Beiming's body, but Mo Xiaohuan felt it was difficult to breathe.
The murmuring voice still rang in my ears: "Then the lonely king will pass the meal to you..."
“Not hungry”
Hearing Mo Xiaohuan's cold answer, Yu Beiming was slightly startled, and then loudly said to the outside: "Hold the lamp!"
In the darkness, Mo Xiaohuan couldn't see clearly the expression on his face
However, you can guess with your toes that Yu Beiming is very unhappy.
A maid set up the table next to the bed and brought drinks.
Like a majestic mountain, Yu Beiming sat on the bed coldly and poured a glass of wine for himself.
He glanced at the people kneeling in the hall. Each black head had jewelry on it.
The atmosphere in the hall was depressing. A man wearing a mask led two teams of guards on both sides of the hall, monitoring the people on the ground and waiting for the king's instructions at any time.
The man wearing the mask, whom Mo Xiaohuan had seen in the Imperial Garden that day, should be the leader of the Imperial Northern Ming Iron Blood Guards.
Full of wine
Raising his head, Yu Beiming poured the entire glass of wine into his throat.
He didn't speak. The servants, wives and concubines who were kneeling on the ground were too frightened to speak out.
The hunky-backed middle-aged woman kneeling at the front was Master Du who beat Mo Xiaohuan in the imperial garden that day. The woman next to her who was about to faint was Mrs. Xiao.
A group of women just knelt on the cold stone ground, shaking.
It was obvious that no one in this group of people had escaped. When it came time to settle the accounts,
"They..." Yu Beiming finally spoke, his body half tilted, looking as indifferent as a sculpture
Mo Xiaohuan looked at his hand resting on the table, pointed his long index finger at the person on the ground, and waved lightly: "What do you want to do with it?"
In one sentence, the hearts of everyone present felt as cold as ice.
How to deal with it?
Mo Xiaohuan never thought about it
When I was beaten that day, all I wanted to do was escape and escape from the hardship.
But I never thought that one day I would take revenge on these people and what I would do to them.
The happiness of the woman in the palace is meager to begin with, but now she cannot even save her little life.
Mo Xiaohuan glanced at the sabers on the waists of the guards, and suddenly remembered the several imperial doctors who were killed by Yu Beiming...
Human life is like grass...
"King" Mo Xiaohuan's voice was soft, "Can you leave them to me?"
There were two little maids. When Mo Xiaohuan said this, they immediately started crying and kept shouting: "Miss, have mercy on me, miss, have mercy on me..."
Immediately afterwards, the other kneeling people could no longer bear the pressure and began to cry and beg for mercy.
For a moment, there was a lot of crying in Fuyao Hall. If it weren't for the lights being as bright as day, such a battle in this late night would really feel a bit eerie like ghosts crying and wolves howling.
"Yanli!"
Yu Beimingji shouted, he was very impatient
"Yes!" The masked man immediately replied that his name was Yan Li.