The prostitute is fierce: the vicious queen does not accept joy

She touched her head, and suddenly felt a splitting pain.

She took away his arm on her leg, turned over carefully and got out of bed, opened the door, just in time to see the old man and his wife getting up, the old woman came forward, looked inside Wang's room, whispered asked—

"Little lady, what happened just now? I seem to have heard something. Did the husband and wife quarrel? Are you okay?"

Obviously, the old woman really regarded them as husband and wife, and Fang was irrelevant, so Su Yueming didn't bother to explain, saying——

"No, he's a little tired, old man, can you prepare a basin of hot water and a clean face towel for me."

"Oh, yes."

"Hey, okay, old man, hurry up and boil the water." The old woman turned her head to tell her husband, and then she turned to look for towels.

After waiting for a while, hot water and face towels were brought over, Su Yueming thanked her, and returned to the room with the basin.

Murong Canghai was still in a deep sleep and had no intention of waking up.

Su Yueming sighed slightly, rolled up his sleeves, wet the face towel and wrung it dry, walked back to the bed, and untied the clothes on his body, the place where her belt was wrapped was already stained red.

She checked it carefully, and fortunately, the bleeding had stopped.

She gently wiped away the blood from other places on her body with a face towel.

After doing all this, Su Yueming was already tired, he yawned, and unconsciously fell asleep beside his bed.

In his sleep, Murong Canghai felt a warm body leaning against him, and he unconsciously held her hand in his, feeling the softness and warmth.

It seems that only at such a moment, the two people who are at war with each other will stay together quietly.

*

East Palace.

Time passed slowly, the night was thick, and the wind and rain were coming.

The imperial palace tonight seemed to be particularly unsettled, with gusts of wind emanating from the corner, and the sound of sobbing made people shudder.

Suddenly, a white thunderbolt flashed in the sky, followed by a loud thunder, as if to split the universe into pieces. After a while, there was a downpour of rain in the sky.

The entire palace was surrounded by a vast curtain of rain.

The prince was sitting in front of the desk, and he looked at the fold in front of him with deep and solemn eyes.

Feng Po, Brother Bo Yi, and Mo Yu stood in front of her, waiting for his decision. Outside the East Palace and around the imperial city, there were three thousand soldiers waiting for him.

Winner and loser, everything is tonight.

Finally, he pursed his lips and was about to speak.

The eyes of the four people below followed him, and he threw the folder in his hand on the ground with a snap, saying——

"Are you all ready?"

The four of them immediately knelt down and said in unison, "I am willing to follow Your Highness, but His Majesty is the only one who follows!"

"Okay!" The prince flicked his python robe and stood up, his slender and handsome figure exuded an extraordinary demeanor and courage without anger.

He ordered in a cold voice, "Feng Po, Bo Yi, the three of you will immediately lead everyone with me to Yikun Palace to capture the Queen Mother! Mo Yu, you take my folding fan and go to the gate of the palace to guard against Duo Rong. Princess, please pay attention to the signal of this palace at all times. If you win this battle, you will take her back to the East Palace. I will drink the wine of victory with her. If you lose, you must stop her, don't let her in, and take her back to the East Palace. Give her the folding fan, and tell him that Ben Gong wants her to leave the palace, leave the capital, change her name and surname, and never come back again."