Tang Yang saw her raising the kitchen knife, and his heart trembled with fright. Just as he was about to speak, Yu Wenhao stood up slowly, holding his hands on the table, and said in a deep voice: "You guys go out first, the princess is looking for you."
My king’s.”
Gu Si looked at him, "Are you sure?"
"Go." Yu Wenhao said.
Gu Si nodded and said to Tang Yang, "Let's go."
Tang Yang was very worried. Gu Sicai came over and said that the princess was sent back after being drunk. He immediately came over with a kitchen knife. He was really unprepared.
A woman who is drunk and crazy is very dangerous. However, even if the prince is still injured, there is still no problem in grabbing the knife from the princess.
He then walked out with Gu Si.
"Close the door!" Yuan Qing Ling raised her kitchen knife and said coldly.
Tang Yang looked at Yu Wenhao, and Yu Wenhao said: "Listen to the princess, she has weapons now, which is the most amazing thing."
The door was closed, and the room was quiet. Yuan Qingling's breathing was thick and rapid, and his chest was rising and falling.
Yu Wenhao looked at her, but there was no anger on his face.
"You're mocking me." Yuan Qingling became even more angry after hearing what he just said. What's the most important thing if she has a weapon? She knew that even if she had a machine gun, she would still be weak in front of him.
"No sarcasm, you are drunk." Yu Wenhao tried to come over, his voice was very soft.
"Don't come over. Where are you standing? I think it's dangerous for you to come over." Yuan Qingling said angrily, holding up a kitchen knife.
"I am unarmed and seriously injured. It is only because I feel that I am in danger." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qingling tried her best to squint her eyes, trying to create a fierce look, but the smell of alcohol made her eyes watery and not lethal at all.
She swayed a bit, and became even more dizzy after running. Yu Wenhao was always shaky in her eyes, and she muttered a curse word, "Damn it, I'm warning you not to move."
Yu Wenhao raised his hand innocently, "I didn't move."
Yuan Qingling felt that she needed to cut the knot with a sharp knife. She was very sleepy, "Let me ask you, why do you say that I don't agree with you marrying a concubine?"
Yu Wenhao looked at her, "You don't agree."
"When did I say I disagree?" Yuan Qing said fiercely, raising the kitchen knife in her hand again, and a piece of meat flew out from the back of the knife and stuck to her hair. She reached out and picked it off, ruthlessly
Throwing it on the ground, she felt that this action had the power to swallow up mountains and rivers, so she gained a bit more confidence during the confrontation.
The corner of Yu Wenhao's mouth twitched, "When we got married, you warned me not to take concubines."
Is there any? Yuan Qingling turned her head and thought for a moment, but she couldn't remember it. There was no such memory in her mind.
"Can't you remember? I will reminisce with you." Yu Wenhao walked over calmly, with a bewitching tone in his voice, "Do you still remember the situation at that time? I was half drunk that day.
Got a new house, you..."
Yuan Qingling listened in confusion, trying to open her eyes wide. When she saw his prickly face shaking in front of her, she took a step back and said, "Go away, don't come over, and speak your words carefully."
Yu Wenhao was almost able to hold her wrist, but the woman woke up quickly. He was a little annoyed, but he took a step back and looked at her steadily.
Yuan Qingling's steps were unsteady and she pointed a kitchen knife at him, her face turning red. "Back off, keep backing off. It's best to stand by the bed. I'm always dizzy. I have to sit down before I can talk to you properly."
"Okay, okay, I, the king, step back." Yu Wenhao slowly backed away, retreated to the bed, and simply sat down on the bed.
Yuan Qingling staggered to the table, looked at the stool and sat down. She couldn't sit firmly and fell to the ground. The chair was overturned and covered her knees.
She kicked it away roughly, but she couldn't regain her fierce expression. The kitchen knife was indeed heavy, and her wrist was so painful that she couldn't hold it. It fell to the ground with a clang, bounced up, and she just raised her hand.
, swiped it on the blade, and a trace of blood spattered.
She sat on the ground and was stunned for two seconds, thinking that she was holding a kitchen knife to kill someone, and in the end she was the only one injured. The anger in her belly turned into grievance and sorrow, her mouth flattened, and she burst into tears.
Yu Wenhao saw her sitting on the ground without any manners and crying, like a child who had been bullied. His heart was inexplicably twisted. Then he saw that her hands were still bleeding. She raised them up to wipe away the tears.
It was stained on the face, looking as embarrassed as a wild dog that had lost a fight.
He walked over silently, pulled off a piece of gauze she had left before, knelt down to tie her wound, and sighed softly, "I am wrong, okay? Stop crying, you are already ugly, and this cry will make it even worse.
Ugly."
After Yuan Qingling heard this, she cried even more sadly and pushed him away, "Go away, who wants you to pretend to be benevolent and righteous? It's you who caused me to be where I am today."
Yu Wenhao was pushed to the ground by her, stretched out his hand to cover his chest, and said painfully: "You touched my wound."
"Why didn't I see you die?" Yuan Qingling said angrily.
He frowned, "I've never seen anyone rushing to be a widow. I'm dead, so you can't cry to death."
She forgot to cry and stared angrily, "I won't shed a single tear until you die."
"Yes, if you don't cry, you will even set off firecrackers to celebrate." Yu Wenhao said with a smile.
Yuan Qingling wiped her tears and said, "Set off firecrackers is not environmentally friendly."
"Huanbao? What Huanbao?"
Yuan Qingling looked at the handsome face that came closer to him, and remembered what he had done to her, and even more so that her head would only be temporarily stored on her neck in the future. Her head was dizzy and she felt sad.
She stretched out her hand and touched it. The moment it touched the kitchen knife, he stretched out his leg and kicked her. When he hit the kitchen knife, he also kicked her arm, which just missed dislocating her arm.
The pain was heartbreaking, and her anger suddenly rose. She stood up and rushed over, saying bitterly: "Domestic violence? I warned you, don't hit me. Am I easy to bully? You are such a scumbag.
Man, Yuan Qingling is blind to fall in love with you. If this kind of woman doesn't die, I will have to strangle her to death with my own hands."
She jumped, scolded and hit him. She sat directly on him and moved his arms left and right. Fortunately, her whole body was weak. The blows were as hard as a slap on the back. It didn't hurt.
Somewhat comfortable.
However, the place... where she was sitting seemed inappropriate. There were... wounds.
"Your Majesty, do you need help?" Tang Yang's anxious voice came from outside.
Yu Wenhao responded with difficulty, "Stay outside and don't come in."
Just this posture, if they saw it, wouldn't they be able to laugh at it for the rest of their lives?
He held her hands and said angrily: "That's enough for you. Don't think that I won't dare to touch you because I'm drunk and crazy."
Yuan Qingling couldn't move her hands, so she hit his face with her head. With a bang, she gritted her teeth and her head buzzed.
Yu Wenhao's nose was almost crooked due to the bump, and he was so painful that he almost burst into tears. He pinched her chin with one hand and said, "Stop, do you hear me?"
Yuan Qingling turned her face away, opened her mouth, and bit him in the mouth.
"Are you a dog?" Yu Wenhao was so angry that he wanted to kick her away, but seeing the paranoia and resentment on her red face, he realized that he had really hurt her this time, so he didn't care about it.