Crying in anger, pretending to be in love with the villain after wearing a real daughter

The weak, cowardly woman who groveled in front of them like a servant was actually holding Bei Mingjing'er's chin and force-feeding her the secret medicine?!

It’s totally outrageous!

If it were in the past, even if He Lianru and others were beaten to death, they would not believe that Beiming Qingfeng dared to be so bold!

But such an outrageous scene actually happened before our eyes.

"Little sister!" Bei Mingyi is indeed a martial arts practitioner. He was the first to react and endured the severe pain to come over and attack Nan Qingfeng.

Without even looking, Nan Qingfeng threw the porcelain bottle in his hand with his backhand, and it hit the hilt of the sword in his right hand.

There was a crisp sound of "clang", and Bei Mingyi's vision went dark, and he fainted from the pain.

"Jing'er, Yi'er!"

Helianru looked at the good-looking pair of children turned into this, and his body swayed for a while, and he almost fell to the ground.

"Beiming...Qingfeng..."

She gritted her teeth and pointed at Nan Qingfeng with trembling hands. Her eyes were full of resentment and resentment, and she wanted to tear her alive.

Nan Qingfeng shrugged and pretended to be innocent, "You heard it just now. This is what she just begged me for. I am a soft-hearted person and I can't stand being begged..."

He Lianru felt a sudden surge of blood in his throat. He was so angry that he wanted to spurt blood. He gasped and gasped, "You, you, you..."

Nan Qingfeng stood up straight and looked at her pointing at him, "What's wrong with me? Mother is talking?"

"mother……"

Bei Mingjing'er's weak voice brought back Helianru's reason.

She rushed to her daughter and shouted at the door, "Someone is coming! Someone is coming! Call the doctor!"

"etc."

Dongfang Chuyou opened his mouth, which made Helianru's heart thump.

No matter how angry I am, I don't dare to yell at the blind King of Zhenbei anymore and bow respectfully.

"Does the prince have any other instructions?"

"My king's things have been left behind and I need to take them away."

He raised his right hand, and Liu Yun who was following him immediately stepped forward and walked towards Bei Mingyi.

Helianru instantly knew what he was going to do. She couldn't bear to see her son in miserable condition. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, biting her lower lip, her shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

"Pfft!"

Liu Yun mercilessly pulled out his sword from Bei Mingyi's wrist.

The person who had just fainted from the pain woke up from the pain again. He looked at Bei Mingjing'er, his lips moved, but without even uttering a syllable, he fainted again.

Nan Qingfeng was speechless.

It was just a sword, and the palace did not lack it. He just wanted Bei Mingyi to suffer again.

It hurts people to death, this big devil is so cruel.

Helianru's voice trembled. She didn't know whether it was because she was holding back her anger or because she felt sorry for her children. She clenched her hands on her chest and said, "Your Majesty, do you have any other orders?"

"In the future, if anyone dares to neglect my sweetheart in Beiming Mansion, they will not only end up like this today..."

Dongfang Chuyou was sitting at the table, his elbows pressed on the table, his handsome face half-hidden in the candlelight, making it difficult to fathom.

"get out."

Helianru took a deep breath, bowed respectfully, and then ordered his servants to take Bei Mingjing'er and Bei Mingyi away quickly.

The room became quiet for an instant, and the strong smell of blood dissipated a lot.

Dongfang Chuyou raised his hand and waved, and Liuyun immediately understood and retreated with his guards.

The door creaked, and Nan Qingfeng's heart sank, and he turned his eyes to look at the man in red sitting at the table.

Dongfang Chuyou said with a smile, "I wanted to get into my arms just now, but why are you so far away from me now?"

The candlelight danced, and the shadow on his face flashed, and he smiled very scary.

He tapped the table with two fingers, and his tone did not fluctuate much, but it conveyed an undeniable flavor.

"come over."

Nan Qingfeng cleared his throat and was about to go to the side and sit down. As soon as his feet moved, he saw his eyebrows raised.

"Huh?" The ending voice rose, full of threats.

He really has extremely sensitive hearing, Nan Qingfeng cursed in his heart.

Walking towards him, I waved my hand in front of his eyes, and the next second, I was unexpectedly clasped by his slender fingers.

Immediately afterwards, a strong force struck, and Nan Qingfeng spun around and fell into Dongfang Chuyou's arms.

I don't know what kind of smell he has, but his breath has a slight chill in his nose.

Smelling it in this cold winter month makes people feel even colder.

"No need to test, I really can't see it," he said with long, slender fingers, and the warm fingertips slid upwards and rested on Nan Qingfeng's wrist bandage.

"But it still hurts?"

Her tone was so gentle, her eyebrows seemed to have been melted by the candlelight, full of affection.

Nan Qingfeng sighed: Tsk, tsk, tsk, pretending to really love her...

Apart from the unicorn blood, there seemed to be nothing on her body worthy of the prince's plot.

But in the book, Dongfang Chuyou doesn’t know that Qilin blood exists...

What is his purpose?

No matter what, let’s gain this man’s favor first!

It is not easy to deal with a cruel and cruel devil, but Nan Qingfeng has experienced many battles and has also dealt with this type of male protagonist.

She even summarized the eight-character mantra.

If you are brave enough, the man will take it!

"It hurts..." Her voice was soft, "Bei Mingyi's attack was so cruel that the dagger cut open my wrist. How could it not hurt? My lord, please give me a whimper... oh hoo, I won't feel any more pain..."

Dongfang Chuyou's face darkened invisibly.

This woman has Qilin blood on her body and her wounds may have healed long ago, yet she still pretends to be like this?

Do you want him to huff?

Pushing the envelope...

In order not to ruin the plan, Dongfang Chuyou suppressed his disgust, put his thin lips on her wrist, and blew gently.

"Is this better?"

"Well, as soon as the prince stopped, it started to hurt again. The prince continued..."

Dongfang Chuyou just gritted his teeth and blew a cup of tea on Nan Qingfeng's already healed wrist.

He was blind and couldn't see. Nan Qingfeng's eyes were black and white, and he smiled slyly.

Seeing that Dongfang Chuyou seemed to sense something, Nan Qingfeng quickly stopped.

"Isn't it the fairy energy that the prince is blowing? Qingfeng doesn't hurt anymore."

She stretched out her hands and boldly wrapped them around Dongfang Chuyou's neck. She leaned forward and slowly pressed her face against his ear. The curve of her waist fit perfectly with his tight chest.

The touch and temperature are very clear.

The hands under the man's wide sleeves clenched into fists instantly, his eyebrows were tightly wrinkled at an angle that Nan Qingfeng couldn't see, and his thin lips were slightly opened, suppressing all the anger, disgust, and a hint of strange feeling.

Nan Qingfeng felt his tight body slowly relax, a smile of success appeared on the corners of her lips, and she breathed into his ear.

"Your Majesty...I'm curious about something."

"What's up?"

Dongfang Chuyou raised his hand and stroked her back gently. There was no hint of impatience in his tone, but only warmth.

"Your Majesty...when did you start to like me?"