Dressed as the white moonlight of the blackened male protagonist

Chapter 616 Rescuing the Prince with Leg Disease 31
"It's midnight in the middle of the night, maybe I went somewhere for fun, could it be that I can't find it in the prince's mansion, and I have to go to other palaces to find it?"

She was thinking nonsense, quite impatiently, standing there watching the other maids looking for her, her brows and eyes were impatient.

But he was caught off guard by a pair of icy eyes that were as black as a cold night and piercing to the bone.

Mu Yanzhi pushed the wheelchair straight and moved towards Sun Qing. He was clearly looking up, but it gave her an invisible oppression.

Faintly made Sun Qing a little breathless.

Mu Yanzhi, a useless prince, when did he have such an aura?

Sun Qing only felt as if a blood-stained sharp knife was pressed against the tip of her heart, and it hurt her to breathe.

She shook her body, and said shyly, "Your Highness Sixth Prince...I..."

Now she was really a little scared, and she didn't even dare to speak out about the identity of Concubine Xiao Guifei who was proud of in the past.

Mu Yanzhi slightly raised his eyelids, and looked at her deeply, he couldn't see clearly the emotion between his eyebrows and eyes, and even the corners of his lips were slightly curved.

"You said just now that... looking for Ranran disturbed your beauty sleep?"

Sun Qing knelt on the ground with a plop, not daring to say a word.

Mu Yanzhi waved his hand lazily at He Xuan, and took a cane whip less than half a meter in his hand.

"Go to mother concubine, don't say that I treated you harshly, if you think of your unrestrained speech today, I will punish you with a whip."

The understated voice fell into Sun Qing's ears, like scratching an itch, almost without power.

Almost as soon as Sun Qing heard these words, she relaxed and didn't even shake her body.

She raised her eyebrows, leaned on the ground and sneered mockingly.

He is really a waste prince, and punishing his servants is also so unintimidating.

If the cane whipping person had received thirty or fifty lashes, he might have been lying in bed for several months without getting out of bed.

One whip...hehehe...

Seeing that she was confident, Mu Yanzhi stroked the rattan whip in his hand and raised his lips.

"Heh..." A slightly hoarse warm voice came out slowly.

Accompanied by the sound of breaking through the air, the vine whip slammed hard on Sun Qing's tender face like a flower and a moon.

"Ahhhh!!!!"

Sun Qing was so painful that she couldn't open her eyes, she fell down and rolled on the ground. When He Xuan took a closer look, she saw a hideous bloody line on Sun Qing's face, spreading from the corner of her left eye to the lower right.

Almost bone visible... no chance of recovery.

Sun Qing didn't expect until her death that this weak prince who was always gentle and good-tempered would ruin her face with a whip.

The servants who were looking for Xuehu around peeked at the development of the situation, and when they saw it, they were all beaten, and they stayed away from him.

Mu Yanzhi wiped the blood on the rattan whip, and there was still a slight smile on his lips, as if he wasn't the one who showed the tyrannical look just now, "Since you feel that looking for Ranran will delay your beauty sleep, then the prince will be kind today. Save you the trouble."

Sun Qing covered the blood on her face, and raised her head to stare at him viciously.

Mu Yanzhi raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned his head to look at her in a good mood, "Don't you want to thank you?"

Sun Qing gritted her teeth, dug her nails deep into her flesh, her voice trembled, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Under the moonlight, he was dressed in a moon-white singlet. He looked a little thin, but he was still as elegant as a lotus. His thin and thin figure made him look weak, and his well-shaped thin lips hooked a shallow smile, which was a bit dull. Watching people on the ground.

After Mu Yanzhi's smiling face was firmly engraved in his mind, Sun Qing just lowered his head, not daring to look at it again.

This teenage boy is a devil scarier than ghosts and gods!

No one can almost kill someone by talking and laughing.

(End of this chapter)