Domineering Peasant Girl is Not Easy To Mess With

"I'm wronged, I'm wronged!" Long Enhou turned pale with fright, knelt down and kowtowed repeatedly.

Meng Fujun was so beaten up by Zhou Yunshen that he was dizzy and dizzy, and the last push caused him severe pain in his ribs, and he broke out in cold sweat from the pain. He just gasped for breath, and opened his mouth to say a few rebuttals, but he didn't have the energy to say it.

Meng Fujun hated him so much, he understood that today was planned by the prince and that little bitch Mo Xinyuan, and he had to admit it if he didn't admit it.

After all, the three imperial physicians are here.

This Long Enhou is indeed the unreliable thing of the fourth brother. It is obviously a seamless situation, which can put the prince to death, but in the end it puts himself in a hole!

The three imperial physicians not only had bitter mouths, but their hearts were even more bitter: what is this?

The only thing that made them feel a little bit of comfort in the bitterness was that at least not one person came, but three people.

Or... for the sake of the large number of people, they won't be killed and silenced, right?

If there is only one, then no need to ask, it must be dead

"Injustice!" Zhou Yunshen sneered: "You still dare to call for injustice? How dare you call for injustice when the facts are in front of you? Are you really a fool?"

Meng Fujun wiped the blood on his face, collected himself, and said coldly: "What does the crown prince want?"

Zhou Yunshen glanced coldly at the crowd and others, and said coldly: "You all retreat! Retreat to the yard, and no one is allowed to leave half a step."

Everyone was relieved, including the three imperial physicians, they all retreated quickly.

Meng Fujun smiled mockingly, glanced at Mo Xinyuan and Yunxiang's master and servant with snake-like eyes, raised his head, gritted his teeth and said coldly: "This time I admit it, the prince can just say what he wants." !"

Meng Fujun had guessed that Zhou Yunshen didn't want to bring this matter up in front of Emperor Yuande.

This is not an honorable matter. Once this matter is torn apart in the open, he will not be able to please Mr. Meng Fu, nor will Mr. Mo Xinyuan, and Long Enhou is more representative of the family of the Mo family. He will definitely not shame the Mo family, even if he looks down on Long Enhou again.

Having figured this out, Meng Fujun's confused and flustered mind was settled for a moment, and he looked at the crown prince with a bit of indifference.

Of course, this is under the premise of his cooperation.

If he is unwilling to pay anything and thinks that he can make the crown prince swallow his anger, he is completely wrong.

If you don't get any benefits, the prince will definitely do something that hurts the enemy one thousand and self-damages eight hundred.

"You are a bit clever." Zhou Yun smiled coldly, and said coldly, "Simple, you and Xinyuan have nothing to do with each other from now on."

Meng Fujun glanced at Mo Xinyuan coldly, and quickly figured it out, nodded: "Okay!"

"I can't trust you alone," Zhou Yunshen said coldly: "Written in black and white, write it down. When you hand over the He Li Shu, I will return the paper to you."

"All according to the crown prince!" Meng Fujun snorted lightly. At this point, he couldn't help but say no.

Fortunately, the Crown Prince only wanted him to reconcile with that bitch Mo Xinyuan. He had no feelings for this bitch in the first place, and even though he lost a pawn in his hand, it was not a big deal.

Don't forget, Long Enhou and the Meng family are in the same boat.

"Now write!" Zhou Yunshen sneered, sat down calmly, and ordered Yunxiang to bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

Yun Xiang agreed with a quick "yes", and moved into the back hall anteroom, and soon brought the Four Treasures of the Study.

When Meng Fujun saw it, he couldn't help but gasped again: "Damn bitch, I've prepared it long ago, and I'm just waiting for him to jump into the pit."

Meng Fujun kept a cold face, and after a moment of pondering, he quickly wrote down the matter briefly, signed it, embedded the private seal he carried with him, took two steps back, and glanced at the crown prince.

Yun Xiang was very witty and hurriedly presented the word to the crown prince.

The prince took it and browsed it, carefully put it away, raised his eyebrows and smiled and said: "Very good! So, I will wait for your good news, and I will give you three days! Within three days, the matter must be settled. Now, you can go."

With a sullen face, Meng Fujun cupped his hands at the crown prince, turned and went out.

Seeing this, Long Enhou raised his foot as if nothing had happened and wanted to follow. Zhou Yunshen yelled, and was so frightened that he almost fell to the ground.

"His work is over, but yours is not over yet. Why are you leaving?"

"Master, Prince." Long Enhou raised his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead, with a bitter face, he looked at Mr. Meng Fu imploringly.

It's a pity that Meng Fujun didn't even turn his head, didn't have eyes behind his back, and didn't see.

Even if he saw it, he could only protect himself at the moment, so who would care about Long Enhou?

If he pleads with the prince, will he sell his face? Don't even think about it.

Zhou Yun stared at Long Enhou coldly, without saying a word.

Long Enhou's forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he felt as if the surrounding air had been evacuated, his breathing was oppressed, and the air in his chest seemed to be squeezed out, almost suffocating.

Zhou Yunshen raised his eyebrows and his eyes flickered. He couldn't take it anymore, the string in his heart broke with a "Boom!" and he exclaimed in a low voice, and suddenly fell limp on the ground, trembling all over his body. Kowtow to beg for mercy.

"Prince, please forgive me! Prince, please spare me! It's none of my business, it's none of my business!"

Not to mention that Zhou Yunshen frowned, the eyes of Mo Xinyuan and Yun Xiang were also full of contempt and ridicule.

Mo Xinyuan felt even more ashamed and indignant: How can this kind of thing be worthy of being her parents' son and inheriting the incense of her Mo family?

"It's none of your business? Huh?" Zhou Yun looked down at this useless man from a high position, and said indifferently: "But you arranged the matter by yourself. Tell me, how can I punish you?"

Long Enhou trembled even more. He wanted to intercede, but he couldn't say a word.

If possible, Zhou Yunshen really wanted to get rid of him now and save him from being an eyesore.

But this person was deliberately chosen by his father. As the heir of his uncle and aunt, he can't do anything to him right now.

"After Xinyuan reunites, she will live back in Long Enhou's mansion. From now on, you are not allowed to interfere in her affairs, let alone meddle in them. If I find out, there is only one way to make your life worse than death. Can you hear me clearly? "

Long Enhou nodded again and again: "Yes, yes, I understand, I understand! I will never dare to meddle in her business!"

Zhou Yun snorted deeply, and said coldly: "Then, write!"

"What to write?" Long Enhou was dumbfounded.

Zhou Yun sneered deeply and said, "You don't think Gu can't trust Mr. Meng Fu, but you can trust you, do you? Gu needs a handle."

"Yes, yes" Long Enhou didn't dare to resist, so he stood tremblingly in front of the table, ready to write "handle".

However, he didn't have much ink in his stomach, and now his mind was in a mess, how could he know what to write? how to write?

Standing there with the brush in hand, I haven't seen it fall for a long time, and I trembled patronizingly.

The more trembling, the more anxious, the more anxious, the more unable to write.