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

"Nan'er, I..." He Lianru wanted to say something else.

Bei Mingnan frowned, with an unbearable look in his eyes, "As the mistress of the family, I should set an example, but now I have made such a big mistake in front of the prince, and I really deserve to be punished."

"Nan'er, you..." He Lianru looked at Bei Mingzhen as if asking for help, "Master..."

Bei Mingzhen said nothing with a sullen face, which seemed to be his acquiescence to Bei Mingnan's approach.

Bei Mingnan said to the left and right, "Why are you still standing there? Take my mother down to be punished."

The people on the left and right came forward immediately, but they were people from Bei Mingfu. Each held an arm of Helianru and walked quickly out of the door.

Nan Qingfeng squinted at this scene.

If someone is taken away, only the people in Beiming Mansion know whether he will be punished or not.

Bei Mingnan used retreat to advance, which not only calmed down Dongfang Chu Ye's anger, but also saved his own life. Killing two birds with one stone, great...

Thinking of this, Qingfeng couldn't help but take another look at her "second brother".

But...she won't let this good second brother get what he wants.

"Wait a minute, madam...it seems she can't leave yet." Nan Qingfeng said slowly.

Dongfang Chuye's eyebrows moved slightly and he looked blindly in her direction.

Not only him, Bei Ming and his son who were kneeling on the ground also looked at her.

Unexpectedly, the usually submissive woman would suddenly speak. For a moment, no one noticed that she called "ma'am" instead of "mother".

"Feng'er?" Bei Mingnan spoke. His voice was not as cold and decisive as Bei Mingyi's, nor was it full of sharp and outspoken hostility from Bei Mingping. Instead, it was gentle, "Mother made a mistake, and she has to go down and be punished. She will be punished here. If you will hit the prince, please don’t make trouble."

"But... it's just slaps and whippings," Nan Qingfeng said with a sly look on his face, his eyes swept across the ground, and then back to Dongfang Chu Ye, "There are so many corpses on the ground, and the prince doesn't feel any collision. …”

"What's more, the prince came here today to propose marriage to me. Although my wife has broken off our engagement with me, she has not yet announced it to the world. She is still my nominal mother. When I get engaged, she must be present. .”

Hearing this, Dongfang Chuye's movement of stroking his eyebrows paused, and then the corners of his lips curled up into a smile. The hand that was originally clasping Nan Qingfeng's waist felt happy at the moment, and he began to rub it gently unconsciously.

The legitimate daughter of the Beiming family is different from the rumors.

But whether she is a blunt sword or a sharp sword, he will make good use of it...

Bei Mingnan's eyelids twitched and he looked at Nan Qingfeng with complicated eyes.

This is the first time since he entered the house, no, it should be said that it has been so many years, that he has faced his sister, who is a blood relative.

Break off the relationship...

Recruitment...

Engagement with Dongfang Chuye...

What happened when he and his father were away?

Is it all caused by this woman?

"What Qingfeng said makes sense, otherwise, just like what I just said, just hold your hands here for fifteen years, and then ask your lady to sit down and choose an auspicious day for the wedding together."

This seems to be to see He Lianru get slapped in the face, but in fact it is to see Bei Mingfu get slapped in the face.

Bei Mingzhen's face was livid, and he clasped his fists, "Your Majesty, there is a bloody conflict today. If you choose an auspicious day to get married, it may be unlucky and ruin the luck of the palace."

Next to him, Bei Mingnan blinked and looked up at Dongfang Chu Ye.

"Not to mention what is going on today, the prince's engagement requires the personal decree of the Holy Emperor... The parents' orders and the matchmaker's words are probably not common among princes and nobles, and Feng'er..." Speaking of this, Bei Ming Nan glanced at Nan Qingfeng, "It's not my fault, Feng'er, I'm afraid she is not worthy of the prince."

Nan Qingfeng narrowed his eyes and hissed in his heart.

This second brother plays with soft knives and stabs people.

Is she not worthy of the villain?

That's the opposite, right?

If she hadn't wanted to win the favor of this villain, she would have stayed far away and enjoyed herself in this world.

Nan Qingfeng rolled her eyes and almost rolled her head to the back of her head when she heard the man's low and somewhat proud voice beside her ear.

"If the king likes it, he will be worthy of it. It is not the turn of others to point fingers and make mistakes."

Dongfang Chuye raised his hand, and Liuyun next to him stepped forward and took out a golden cloth from his arms, with the word "Imperial Edict" written on it.

"Do you still need me to read this content to you two?"

Nan Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat.

If she hadn't known that she was only of use to Dongfang Chuye, if she had been replaced by another idiot, she would have felt that this big devil was deeply in love with her.

Bei Mingnan lowered his eyes, and the shadow cast by the candlelight obscured the expression on his face, as if it were in the clouds and fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

"The Emperor personally granted me a marriage. It is a great honor for me, Beiming Palace, to marry Bei Ming Palace and Zhenbei Palace... Someone, bring my mother in."

After he finished speaking, Bei Mingzhen next to him closed his eyes and took a deep breath. His face turned a little ugly, but he didn't say anything.

Figures shook at the door, and He Lianru, who had been taken out, was brought back and pushed to his knees.

"Come here," Bei Mingzhen said in a deep voice, "Fifteen palms."

With an order, the people on the left and right turned into wooden figures and stayed where they were without anyone moving.

Beat your own boss?

I'm afraid I won't die.

Seeing that no one dared to move, Bei Ming's eyes turned red with shock, and he was about to explode when Bei Mingnan spoke again.

"Mom, do it yourself."

He Lianru gritted his teeth and glared at Nan Qingfeng fiercely, wishing he could swallow his blood and eat his flesh.

Under her fierce gaze, Nan Qingfeng shrank into Dongfang Chuye's arms. Seeing her, she became even more angry. From an angle that no one could see, Nan Qingfeng showed a triumphant smile like a fox.

Under the gaze of everyone, Helianru raised his hands with humiliation on his face and slapped his own face.

If the servants took action, they would have to worry about her identity and not be honest.

But now I do it myself. If the water is released, I don’t know how Dongfang Chuye will attack. I can only look at Dongfang Chuye’s face and hit him harder every time.

The room was quiet, except for the rich blood filling the air, and that was the crisp sound of slaps.

After the fifteen blasts, Helianru's cheeks became red and swollen.

Dongfang Chuye and Nan Qingfeng, one had a dull look on his face, while the other raised his hand and yawned, as if he was tired of watching the show.

A faint light flashed across Bei Mingnan's eyes, but his face remained as calm as ever.

"I wonder if the prince has a favorite date for getting married? Nan is ignorant, but he knows a little about Feng Shui and gossip. In three months, spring will bloom, which will be an auspicious day for the wedding. I wonder what the prince wants?"

"The matter of getting married to Qingfeng is certainly important, but I have one more matter that I want to resolve first."