Chapter 1820 The Corners of the Lips Can't Help but Curl Up

Chapter 241 The corners of the lips can't help but curl up

I saw Yan Beicheng tightly pinching Moshanghua's waist, and said viciously: "Don't the concubine like to get along with the second emperor brother very much? Is it possible that you are not willing to fulfill your wish? By the way, And Liu Zheng, do you want to bring it to you too?"

Thinking of Mo Shanghua avoiding him these past few days, even if she occasionally met him, she would ignore him and make sarcastic remarks, but she spent so long alone with that guy Yan Moli, and was always soft-spoken to Liu Zhengzhi Words, his heart was burning with discomfort and resentment.

But Yan Beicheng didn't know that what he said was in Moshang Hua, or that to any woman, it was tantamount to pointing their noses and calling them sluts, especially, such words were still coming from his own husband. say it.

These words quickly wandered through Mo Shanghua's heart, her delicate and cold cheeks were immediately covered with a layer of frost, and her voice was equally cold, "Okay, if the prince likes it, why not bring all the men in the palace, I You can accept them all with a smile.”

Although her Moshanghua is sometimes dull and doesn't want to talk to others, she is covered with sharp thorns all over her body. Whoever provokes her will never swallow her anger. Even if she hurts herself, she will still hurt the enemy One thousand is.

Hearing this, Yan Beicheng's entire face became completely gloomy, as gloomy as dark clouds when a storm is about to come, and the hostility in his eyes jumped uncontrollably.

"Flowers on Moshang!"

Yan Beicheng couldn't help but let out a low growl, grabbed Mo Shanghua's slender and fragile neck with one hand, and said, almost gnashing his teeth, "What do you want from me!"

Because he was too emotional, he even gave up this king who used to pretend to be the king from time to time. Now, he only has nowhere to vent his anger.

But even so, he still didn't forget to restrain the movements of his hands, and didn't dare to use any serious force, for fear of hurting Mo Shanghua.

If his current appearance were changed to an ordinary woman, he would have turned pale with fright and panicked, but Mo Shangjia didn't even twitch his brows, and just said coldly: "This is your original appearance, cloaked man. "

She babbled the last two words almost word by word, her eyes were full of frost, but there was also a hint of stubbornness.

Yan Beicheng couldn't help being startled, his eyes flickering, not knowing what he was thinking. After all, it was one thing for Hua Qianliu to tell him, but another to hear it with her own ears.

After a long time, I saw him lower his head again, uttering a few words forcefully from his thin lips, "Since you know, are you not afraid at all?"

Saying that, the hand pinching Mo Shanghua's neck tightened slightly for a moment.

"You can't kill me." Mo Shanghua's expression remained unchanged, and at the same time, she somehow found out the dagger she was carrying with her, and threw it across Yan Beicheng's neck.

The dagger lay across his neck, bringing a cold touch, but Yan Beicheng's complexion changed little by little, his eyes flickered again, and he couldn't understand what he was thinking at all.

As for Mo Shanghua, at this time, it seemed that she had a cold and ruthless appearance, but the bottom of her eyes were equally complicated and indisputable, and she couldn't see what she was thinking.

After a long time, Yan Beicheng's expression relaxed, and the hand holding Mo Shanghua's neck also loosened, seemingly helpless, and whispered as if mocking himself: "After all, this king is just being passionate."

This time, Chang Moshanghua stopped in a daze, her mind was like echoes in the valley, playing this passage in a loop non-stop, the heart that had thought that a barrier had been erected, seemed to be broken by strands of hair, and came There are bursts of pain.

Before he could react in the future, he saw that Yan Beicheng had already reached out and brushed Mo Shanghua's dagger across his neck. Due to his lack of attention, the sharp blade made a light scratch on his neck.

Mo Shanghua caught a glimpse of the scratch on his neck, her heart jumped inexplicably, she sat up subconsciously and hurriedly, she wanted to step forward to have a look, but her consciousness finally caught up, stopped her movement, and grasped her body tightly between her fingers. under the sheets.

Yan Beicheng didn't seem to be aware of the bloodstains on his neck, he didn't even frown, he just raised his hand to wipe away the bloodstains lightly, and said: "Princess must not be healthy yet, this king will let Liu Yu The doctor will come to see you again, you can take care of yourself in the next few days, I won’t come to disturb your peace if I have nothing to do.”

After speaking, he turned around and strode away.

Mo Shanghua stared blankly at his receding back, which was so upright and long, but for some reason, Mo Shanghua could see a bit of lost soul, or maybe it was her own lost soul ...

The house was completely quiet. Mo Shanghua sat on the bed, and she couldn't recover for a long time. The house was obviously quiet and only the sound of rain outside the window could be heard, but she felt the buzzing in her ears and the confusion in her heart. Into a mess, no matter what can not calm down.

After that, she was tossing and turning sleeplessly that night, and she couldn't rest until dawn.

When Qin Ya came to take care of Mo Shanghua's dressing, she saw that her eyes were darkened, and she was startled, "Princess, why are you so black and blue now? Did the thunderstorm last night be so noisy that you didn't care about it?" sleep well?"

After what Qin Ya said, Mo Shanghua looked up at herself in the bronze mirror with a haggard complexion.

She is proficient in medical science, so her body has always been well adjusted, and her complexion is rosy and clear all year round. Except when she was sick, when did she ever feel so haggard?

In this way, her complexion is more than ten times worse than when she was working tirelessly to develop medicinal materials.

Seeing that she was silent and seemed to be distracted, Qin Ya couldn't help calling softly: "Princess?"

Mo Shanghua came back to her senses immediately, and said softly, "Yesterday's rain was a bit heavy."

Qin Ya nodded approvingly, combing Moshang's silky and smooth long black hair, and said: "Isn't that true, I also fell asleep after tossing and turning for a long time yesterday. In the past, I never fell asleep because of this." I slept late."

Although she was talking about her troubles, she was still more happy in her heart, and the corners of her lips could not help but curl up, but after a moment of laughter, she became distressed again, "The servant is fine, it's a pity, brother. It has never recovered."

Moshang Hua put Qin Ya's distressed and worried look into his eyes, and comforted him lightly, "I'll check his pulse later, so you don't have to worry too much."

Qin Ya forced a smile, lowered her head and did not speak any more. She deftly pulled Moshanghua's long and smooth hair into a bun and decorated it with a few red hairpins. The bun is combed.

Mo Shanghua raised her hand to smooth out the few strands of hair on her forehead, and was about to get up when she heard a knock on the door, and then there was no sound.

This way of knocking on the door, who else could have it but Qin Lin.