Chapter 2072 Spread the Word?

Chapter 493 Spread the word?

The movement in the wing room was not small, and it had already attracted everyone's attention, but the restaurant was full of dignitaries, and the shopkeeper didn't dare to go forward to ask questions. At this moment, seeing Qin Ya who was in a panic come out in a panic, I was shocked. The people who had a meal and a small gathering in the wing room also went out of the wing room to watch the excitement.

Qin Ya just found the shopkeeper, and was about to lead someone in to rescue Mo Shanghua, but Yan Beicheng happened to not come out of one of the boxes. Seeing her like this, he hurriedly asked: "Qin Ya, why are you here, in a panic What is Zhang doing?"

When Qin Ya saw that it was Yan Beicheng who came, and Yan Moli and others were standing beside him, her heart skipped a beat, she simply stepped forward and knelt down, and said with tears in her eyes: "My lord, I don't have time to talk to you, Miss Liu sent You are crazy, you want to take the life of the princess!"

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone's expressions changed, even Yan Moli's expression, who wanted to come from a place where he couldn't show his anger, changed suddenly.

Yan Beicheng was the most flustered one, and he didn't care whether he was going to do a show for others to see. He pulled Qin Ya up from the ground almost instantly, his eyes were cold and panicked, "Where is it?"

Yan Beicheng's strength was too great, Qin Ya almost couldn't stand still, and didn't care too much, so she quickly stabilized her body and stepped forward to lead the way.

At that time, Mo Shanghua was covering her right arm to dodge, a little blood oozing between her fingers, bright red and glaring, piercing Yan Beicheng's heart suddenly ached.

At the moment, he didn't care much anymore, and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Mo Shanghua behind him, Yan Moli also ordered someone to step forward to hold Liu Qianqian with the same gloomy expression.

Liu Qianqian didn't know what kind of evil she had fallen into, she ignored the people who came up to stop her, and waved all the broken porcelain. The people who came forward had no choice but to knock her unconscious temporarily.

Only then did Yan Beicheng turn his head.

Mo Shanghua's complexion was slightly pale at this time, and the blood was still gushing out from between her fingers. Yan Beicheng felt a great pain in his heart, as if he had been injured on himself.

"Today's matter, I will never be kind." Everyone saw that Yan Beicheng, who used to only know how to talk and laugh, showed a cold expression for the first time, and the gloomy eyes seemed to drip water.

Yan Moli naturally didn't want to go anywhere happily in his heart, but he has nothing to do with Liu Qianqian at the moment, so he thought about it a little bit, stepped forward and said: "It's not a good thing for Miss Liu to assassinate Princess Yu, and Miss Liu is waiting in her boudoir My girl, don't say anything about this matter, why don't we clear out the idlers in the restaurant first, and make a decision."

Everything was expected by Mo Shanghua, but she didn't show it on her face, she just held Yan Beicheng's hand lightly, and said: "According to what the second brother said, but I'm afraid the second brother will also be concerned about this matter now." If you can't handle it, it's even worse if you make a fuss in the Yamen, I think it's fairest to leave this matter to the empress."

If it gets to the queen, won't it spread the word?

Yan Moli sneered in his heart, but Moshanghua is the one who suffers, and he is just an outsider, so there is no reason to shirk it, there must be an explanation for this matter.

Thinking of this, he also nodded, "Your brother and sister's injury can just go to the palace and ask the imperial doctor to see it."

Yan Beicheng glanced at Yan Moli with a cold face, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it, and turned his head to look at the slightly pale Moshanghua, feeling another pain in his heart.

Even though there was still a wound on her arm, Mo Shanghua smiled.

She usually doesn't like to laugh in front of outsiders.

Yan Beicheng pursed his lips, picked her up directly, and walked out of the restaurant.