"Who else?" He suppressed his anger and said, his body a little tense. Didn't she mention that she even brought the Queen Mother? Then he would really go crazy!
"...Mu Xin, and..."
"What! You brought her too? You..." Yu Beiming turned around and it really hurt. Why is his princess... so angry? Wait, she just said there is more, "still...
Anyone?"
"...Queen..." Mo Xiaohuan's voice this time was as thin as a mosquito
"What? Louder?" Yu Beiming put his ear to her lips and asked her in a low voice, his black eyes shining brightly.
She raised her head, took a deep breath, and mustered up the courage to say, "Queen" will die if she dies!
Yu Beiming's anger really rose this time, and he yelled at her angrily, "Mo Xiaohuan, what's wrong with you? You're here as soon as you come, and you want to bring so many women here, what do you want to do?"
Who is the Queen? Can she leave the palace at will? She is the queen of Yu Beixian and the mother of a country. How can she leave the palace at will? And An Ning, she is not in the palace to accompany the Queen Mother. If something happens to the Queen Mother,
What should I do? That princess of Daliang Kingdom has a big belly and is about to give birth just like you. You actually let her come. What are you thinking?" After he finished speaking, he tapped her forehead with his hand, feeling full of joy.
The anger on his face said, "I won't say anything about Huan Pei. Anyway, she knows martial arts, and you...so do you yourself. I haven't talked about you yet, so you'd better give me such a big 'surprise'!"
Mo Xiaohuan's head could not be lowered any lower. She knew she was wrong, but she also had a reason, so she reached out and pulled off his clothes pitifully. She looked extremely pitiful, "I have a reason..."
When Yu Beiming heard that she said there was still a reason, he was not angry at all. He endured the anger and nodded, "Okay, tell me, I want to hear what nonsense you have!"
As soon as he heard the word "unreasonable", Mo Xiaohuan suddenly raised his head, stared at him, and said, "You think you men can just go to the battlefield to fight, right? Have you ever thought about us women? You guys
We go to the battlefield like this, and if we don't come back alive, what will we women do? We can't even cry. You... are so abominable. You keep saying that you don't want me to worry, but in the end you still want to stay without telling me.
Here, you...you..." Mo Xiaohuan broke down in tears at the end of his sentence. He opened his hands angrily and stood up, heading towards the tent door.
When Yu Beiming saw her crying, his anger disappeared immediately. When he saw that she was about to leave, he grabbed her with his big hands and said, "Don't leave."
Mo Xiaohuan was pulled back by him, and returned to his arms again. He held her tightly, with his chin on the top of her head, and a big hand stroking her hair, "Don't cry, I
I feel bad, it’s my fault, my words don’t count, I’m angry with you, it’s my fault.”
Yu Beiming apologized in a low voice, but Mo Xiaohuan cried harder, as if she had to cry out her grievances, and lightly beat his chest a few times with a small hand to discourage him.
Yu Beiming held her hand with his big hand, brought it to his lips and kissed her gently, feeling unspeakably distressed in his heart.
After a long time, maybe because she was tired from crying, she stopped and just leaned in his arms without moving. If she hadn't moved from time to time, Yu Beiming would have thought that she had fallen asleep.