Chapter 1800 The Jealous Jar in His Heart

Chapter 221 The Jealousy in His Heart

A trace of treachery flashed across Yan Moli's eyes, and he said in a gentle voice: "In the eyes of doctors in Beicheng, all patients are patients, and there is no distinction between men and women. Besides, the princess's technique seems to be different from others. Even if you think about it after a while, you won’t be able to learn it.”

After a pause, he didn't know whether it was intentional or not, he added another sentence, "Besides, the princess did the same thing before, so it can be seen that she doesn't mind."

Is this intentional provocation?

A cold light flashed across Yan Beicheng's eyes, and he sneered in his heart.

Presumably, in his eyes, even if they cooperate, it is only a superficial effort, and they must be afraid of each other.

It has to be said that Yan Moli's move is indeed vicious.

If they were really afraid and suspicious of each other, and the two had conflicts because of this, then it would be much easier for him to provoke later.

It's a pity that he would never have imagined that Yan Beicheng's love for Moshanghua has long been deeply rooted, and he would never be provoked by him.

As for Mo Shanghua... Although he didn't know what she was thinking, with her intelligence, he would not easily be provoked by her.

Sure enough, as soon as Yan Moli finished speaking, Mo Shanghua's eyes fell on him, and the eyes were as deep as a pool.

After a pause, her lips, which were as beautiful as peach petals, parted slightly, "What your highness said is that if something happens to someone else with a fake hand, the concubine cannot afford it, and the prince should be more open about it." .”

In the words, there was an allusion to Yan Beicheng's narrowness, but his eyes were so calm, how could he be really angry because of it.

Yan Beicheng realized it in an instant, and muttered deliberately dissatisfied, "Yes, yes, this king knows."

After finishing speaking, he simply turned his head away, poured a cup of tea with a depressed face, and drank it in one gulp, as if he was extremely depressed.

"Princess, please continue." Yan Moli seemed to have not seen it, looking sideways at Momo.

Mo Shanghua nodded, and ignored Yan Beicheng. He lowered his head, concentrated on taking a silver needle and disinfected it with special alcohol.

Yan Moli unhurriedly took off his clothes, and after a while, his upper body was exposed to the air.

Fair and smooth skin, firm and firm muscles, all of them show full masculine charm. If it is an ordinary woman, I am afraid that she will blush on the spot, but at this time the woman in the room is Mo Shanghua, and Yan Moli looks like this. Skin, in her eyes, is nothing more than a person.

When Yan Moli undressed, she did not raise her eyes from the beginning to the end, only after the silver needles had been sterilized, she raised her eyes and glanced over, concentrating on administering the needles.

Yan Beicheng, who was originally not looking sideways, couldn't help turning his head and staring at it without blinking.

Seeing Mo Shanghua so calm, not blushing and giving needles behind Yan Moli's back without beating heartbeat, it is clear that this shows that Mo Shanghua is not interested in him at all, but the jealous jar in his heart still couldn't help but overturned in an instant, The whole chest was sore to the extreme.

The teacup lightly squeezed between the fingers, the force could not help but slightly increased, the hostility in the bottom of the eyes kept beating, and there was a faint tendency to explode.

As a result, as soon as the strength in his hand lost control, a very thin crack slowly spread on the wall of the teacup, and a very light click sounded.

Because the voice was very soft, neither Yan Moli nor Yan Moli noticed Moshanghua who was concentrating on administering the needles, but the guard, with sharp eyes and ears, immediately turned his head and looked at the teacup in Yan Beicheng's hand.