But they were also at a loss as to what was wrong. They didn't know anything.
As soon as Fang received this reply, he picked up the hem of his clothes and rushed towards the gate without waiting to hear the excuses from others.
"Is there a problem?" Beiming Changfeng frowned when he saw this and stood up. Fang Yi's reaction was so big. Is there any problem in this frown?
"Young Master, pregnant women who are cold in nature of barley may have a miscarriage if they eat it. The concubine's pregnancy is inherently unstable, so she is eating this right now..."
"Bang." Before Fang Yi finished speaking, Beiming Changfeng knocked over the table in front of him and rushed out like the wind.
"What?" Han Yang was also shocked, his expression suddenly changed, he grabbed Fang Yi, who didn't know martial arts, and ran away in the direction of Ban Yuexuan.
The distance between Shangfang and Banyuexuan is not far, but it is not close either. Beiming Chang rushed over at lightning speed and it took half a stick of incense.
"Bang." He kicked open the half-closed door, and Beiming Changfeng rushed into the room like a strong wind: "Fish."
"Prince?" There was no sign of Ziyu in the dining room, only a few servants were clearing away the leftovers from the table. Apparently Ziyu had already finished his meal.
Beiming Changfeng saw this and rushed to the dining table. His sharp eyes glanced at the remaining things on the table, and he immediately saw the cleanly eaten small bowl of barley and mung bean porridge.
After grabbing the bowl and smelling it, Bei Ming Changfeng's expression changed drastically. He slammed down the small bowl in his hand with a sinister expression, turned around and rushed towards the room where Ziyu usually took his lunch break.
"Fish, fish, where are you..." An anxious voice surged out, and the sound of Beiming Changfeng was heard everywhere in Banyuexuan.
"Young Master?" In the master bedroom, Ziyu turned around in surprise. This Young Master's voice?
What happened?
"Bang..." The strong bedroom door was smashed into several pieces, and the frost-covered Beiming Changfeng outside swept in like crazy.
Holding Ziyu in his arms, Beiming Changfeng quickly grabbed Ziyu's cheek without thinking, forcing Ziyu to open his mouth, and then stretched out his fingers to quickly stir in Ziyu's throat: "Spit it out, spit it out quickly,
quick."
Ziyu, who was caught off guard by being treated like this, suddenly widened his eyes, and his throat was so disturbed by the strong wind from the north that he was about to feel nauseous.
"What...are you...what..." He kept backing away, but Beiming Changfeng's eyes were red at this moment, and his expression was almost cannibalistic. He didn't allow her to push away and dug her throat desperately.
"Brother, are you crazy? What are you doing? My sister-in-law has a child now. You can't do this to her. Stop it." Bei Mingyou, who came here at some unknown time, saw Bei Ming Changfeng's vicious confrontation.
The fish couldn't help but jumped down from the stool next to it in fright, ran over, pushed and hit it, trying to snatch the fish out of Beiming Changfeng's hand.
"Spit it out, spit it out quickly, spit out everything you ate for lunch, hurry up." Bei Ming Changfeng ignored Bei Mingyou's punches and kicks at all, and looked at Ziyu with red eyes, which were almost blood red at the moment.
Almost bleeding.
"At noon...I...I...vomited..." Ziyu, who had always experienced such a strong behavior from Beiming Changfeng, instantly felt nauseated and retched.
"Quickly, just spit it out. Spit it out." Seeing this, Beiming Changfeng quickly patted Ziyu's back and kept asking Ziyu to spit it out.
"Ugh..." But Ziyu just kept retching and didn't spit out anything at all.