The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Wu Yu quickly reminded, "Wang, your hand is still not healed, please calm down!"

Looking at Huangfulian's pained appearance, Mo Yong hated his own incompetence and wished he could kill himself on the spot, but his body was restrained and he couldn't move. He could only watch Jiangnanyan walking towards him step by step. The clenched hand even oozes blood!

"I really can't see that you are still negotiating terms with the crown prince." Xiahou Fengli looked at Jiang Nanyan, and said slowly, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Nanyan pursed her lips before opening her mouth, "Can you let Mo Yong go now?"

"Let go! Of course the prince will let him go." Xiahou Fengli sneered, let go, and kicked Mo Yong away. [

At the same time, he stretched out his long arms and pulled Jiang Nanyan into his arms.

Just a second before Jiang Nanyan was pulled into Xiahou Fengli's arms, Mo Yong, who was kicked two steps away, suddenly rushed towards Xiahou Fengli like crazy

"brush"

A cold light flashed.

The knife rises and the knife falls.

In the next second, a gust of fresh blood sprayed out from Mo Yong's body like a fountain, sprinkled on Jiang Nanyan's face and body, and quickly stained her clothes into blood red...

"boom"

A loud voice sounded, and Mo Yong fell to the ground like a sawn-off tree amidst Jiang Nanyan's dumbfounded expression.