The concubine is often hard to spoil: my queen is not easy to mess with

136 Chapter 2 The Big Deal [-]
Su Meier took out the whistle when the black shadow walked towards the center. "Remember, the first time the whistle sounds, you should rush down. You must move quickly, beat people hard, and be on time. When the whistle sounds for the second time, retreat immediately and don't miss it. Do you understand?"

"Yes!"

Then, Su Meier blew the whistle, and the five guys rushed down like tigers descending the mountain.

Su Meier lay on the rockery, looking around at the surrounding situation, and at the same time checking the situation below.

Fortunately, after many days of training, the five cooperated in an orderly manner. As soon as Shangguan Gouleg jumped at the black shadow from behind, he couldn't help but cover it with a sack. Push it to the ground,

Then the crown prince, the ninth prince, and the sixth prince, holding back their sinister smiles, waved their sticks viciously and beat them desperately.

The black shadow struggled fiercely at the beginning, but his head was stunned, his hands and feet were still suppressed, he couldn't struggle at all, and the sound of screaming became blurred and painful under the chaotic stick.

Su Meier looked at it, her hands and feet were a little stiff, she looked away slightly, she didn't speak, and her heart was very dull.

She didn't know why she had become so cold-blooded unknowingly, she only knew that if she wanted to avoid being bullied, she had to act first.

In this kind of deep palace, every step is difficult, and she can't be passive all the time... But, she is still afraid that on that day, if she is also covered with blood on her hands and full of scheming, then, Is she really still her?
She seemed to be taken aback by herself, as if seeing herself with a blurred face, she gritted her teeth and immediately blew the whistle in her mouth.

The prince and the others seemed a little surprised, the time for them to take revenge was too short, and they hadn't hit a few sticks, so they were a little unhappy, but the ninth prince and the sixth prince were pulling him aside, implying that he should retreat quickly.

After all, it's better to listen to Mei'er's words, lest she get angry when she goes back, and it's still the prince who suffers.

Resentingly, the prince kicked his body covered with sackcloth again, and he only let out a short groan.

Only then did the prince catch up with the retreating team, but he didn't know that the person who was lying motionless stretched out his hand indiscriminately, tore off something from the prince's waist, and held it tightly in his palm.

(End of this chapter)