The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

Xiahou Fengli remained silent.

"What the hell are you?" As time passed bit by bit, Jiang Nanyan was really anxious.

The sharp blade on Mo Yong's neck, following Xiahou Fengli's movements, sank into Mo Yong's inside bit by bit, and blood continued to slide down the blade.

Jiang Nanyan was afraid that if this dragged on, even if Mo Yong was not killed by Xiahou Fengli, he would bleed to death because the wound was too late to deal with!

Compared to her anxiety, Xiahou Fengli seemed much calmer. [

He looked at Jiang Nanyan expressionlessly, and the emotions in his eyes completely faded away, leaving only a bottomless depth.

Xiahou Fengli's expression made it impossible for Jiangnanyan to guess what he was thinking at this moment, what kind of thoughts he was thinking in his heart, and whether he would agree to the request he just made.

Jiang Nanyan was really anxious.

She was worried that Xiahou Fengli did not agree with what she just said.

Now, the advantage is clearly on Xiahou Fengli's side.

Even if Xiahou Fengli disagrees with the deal he proposed just now, and the two parties fight to the end, Xiahou Fengli can still catch them all!

By then, it will be too late!

Thinking of this, Jiang Nanyan's heart, which had finally calmed down, began to "thump, thump, thump", and the palms of their hands began to ooze sweat again.