Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 337 Worse than a Dog

Since they have already offended the Eighth Prince's Mansion, this time it was not done well, and they will definitely not be able to win that good look later.

This person must be taken back.

"You have had the epidemic, even if you are cured, there is also an epidemic virus in your body, who knows if you are completely cured?"

Xuanyuan Yu gritted his teeth fiercely: "Mo Xiaowan, only when I go back to the palace with the prince, and wait for the imperial doctor in the palace to diagnose the pulse, can everything be concluded."

Master Jingkong and the monks were speechless for a while.

Mo Xiaowan shrugged and smiled mockingly.

The scholar next to the eldest prince took a step forward: "What are you laughing at?"

"Didn't everyone hear that the princes are well-read poems and books?"

The corners of Mo Xiaowan's mouth twitched violently: "Don't the eldest prince know that smallpox is an incurable disease, and I really have the disease, so I still have to stand here and listen to the barking dogs?"

"This kind of common sense can be understood by three-year-old children."

Mo Xiaowan sneered: "Did the First Prince deliberately pretend not to understand? Or was he instructed by someone to make an enemy of the Eight Princes' Palace?"

What did this dead girl say about him, barking a dog?

Because he was born of a lowly court lady, he has been humiliated in the harem, he lives like a dog, wagging his tail to please people.

This sentence hit him to the core.

"Mo Xiaowan, you are just the plaything of the Eighth Emperor, and you dare to insult me? The Eighth Emperor has been missing for so long, and his life and death are unknown. You should be lucky! Without the Eighth Emperor's protection, you are worse than a dog." Not as good."

Xuanyuan Yu cast a gloomy look at Mo Xiaowan: "Come here, grab Mo Xiaowan and bring it to the palace."

It takes almost no effort to grab a small ink bowl.

The two Yulin guards rushed towards her, Xuanyuan Yu gave her a stern look, this stinky girl dared to call him a dog, and when she was taken back to the palace, she would look good.

And what about Mo Xiaowan?
With a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth, he put his hands on his chest and looked at Xuanyuan Yu.

just wait!
It's going to be bad luck soon, hey!
"Who is this king's plaything?"

Sure enough, before Yu Linwei got close to her, he was blown away by Xuanyuan Chen who flew out of the hall.

In the blink of an eye, the handsome and cool Xuanyuan Chen was already standing in front of Xuanyuan Yu's horse, and with a palm strike, Xuanyuan Yu rolled off the horse like a dead dog.

"Eight, eight, eight emperor uncles..."

Xuanyuan Yu seemed to have seen a ghost, got up from the ground out of his wits, and smiled uglier than crying.

No wonder Mo Xiaowan was so confident, he dug a hole for him to jump because he was hurting others.

Xuanyuan Chen's face was gloomy, his gaze was as sharp as a knife: "Who is this king's plaything?"

I have to say that Uncle Xuanyuan is really cool. Brother Xing was a little afraid of him before, but Mo Xiaowan still feels it. Is there any need to be afraid?

Looking at Xuanyuan Yu now, it's like a mouse meeting a cat!

A group of Habayashi guards stood behind him, forced by the powerful aura of the Eight Kings, when he stood up, his body was still shaking violently.

However, before he could stand still, the wind of palms blew past, and he received two heavy slaps from Xuanyuan Chen on the face.

Although Uncle Xuanyuan was very handsome when he slapped someone, those two slaps were not weak, and when Mo Xiaowan saw blood oozing from the corner of Xuanyuan Yu's mouth, it was unbearable to look directly at.

"Remember, Mo Xiaowan is not a plaything, it is Miss Eighth Prince's Mansion."

Xuanyuan Chen stared coldly at Xuanyuan Yu who was twitching on the ground: "No matter where I am? If you dare to bully her, I will pay you back sooner or later."

Why does the sun shine so warmly on people?

Mo Xiaowan felt that although her uncle Xuanyuan had a cold face, when he spoke, a simple sentence could warm her heart.

(End of this chapter)