The Demon Concubine Reborn: The Prince Regent spoils me obediently!

Chapter 224
When Zhou Yang saw the pictures in the book clearly, his nose bleeds immediately.

Zhou Yang didn't realize that he had a nosebleed, and the bright red blood had already dripped on the book, and the position was very conspicuous...

Zhou Yang's face turned red in an instant, and he lamented, "I'm ashamed to throw it at my grandma's house."

At this moment, he was contemplating suicide.

"My lord, my subordinate..." Zhou Yanggang was about to explain when a black handkerchief fell on his face.

Ye Beiming said coldly: "Wipe off the blood, I've lived for so many years without any hope." It's just an album.

Ye Beiming sat back on the carved pear wood chair, rolled his eyes at Zhou Yang, and sneered mercilessly: "If you have something in your heart, go on a blind date. Find a good-looking woman to marry and go home. The king of the house will prepare it for you."

Zhou Yang covered his nose with a handkerchief, and said, "My lord, I don't mean that. My subordinate."

Ye Beiming raised his hand to signal him to shut up, and said, "Don't explain, I'm not blind."

"My lord, don't judge a gentleman's belly with the heart of a villain. Obviously, you have that intention, but your subordinates don't." Zhou Yang explained incoherently as he watched himself being misunderstood.

Mu Qianhan, who had been waiting for Ye Beiming not to return for a long time, was about to enter the study when he heard Ye Beiming reprimanding Zhou Yang, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes: Why did the master and servant suddenly hurt each other?
She backed away quietly, and decided to go back to Xiaoyun Palace and wait!

Ye Beiming looked at Zhou Yang with gloomy eyes, and said in a deep voice, "What did you just say? I didn't hear clearly."

Seeing Ye Beiming looking at him gloomyly, Zhou Yang quickly waved his hand and said, "This subordinate didn't say anything."

Ye Beiming was furious, looked at Zhou Yang sharply and ordered: "Go to the palace and kill Ye Ting."

"My lord, don't make fun of your subordinates. If your subordinates kill His Majesty, you must not kill your subordinates." Zhou Yang immediately knelt down, wrinkled his face, and begged bitterly.

With a livid face, Ye Beiming threw all the boxes to Zhou Yang, and ordered: "Take it and destroy it."

Zhou Yang put the book in the box and sent it back to Ye Beiming, persuading him, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is also concerned about your lifelong affairs."

"Take Ye Ting's lacquer box and get out." Ye Beiming cursed sharply.

Ye Beiming's rosy pupils looked at Zhou Yang coldly and coldly. Zhou Yang was suddenly terrified, picked up the lacquer box on the table, turned and ran out.

The prince is angry, let's go!

Xiaoyun Temple

"Why haven't you come back yet?" Mu Qianhan sat in front of the window, watched the crescent moon hanging in the sky, waited for a quarter of an hour, and sighed softly.

As soon as she sighed, a faint fragrance rushed into her nostrils, and then she fell into a warm embrace.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting for so long." Ye Beiming's eyes flashed with distress: "Just wait!"

Hearing Mu Qianhan's sigh, Ye Beiming's eyes sank, and the resentment towards Ye Ting grew deeper in his heart.

The damn thing that Ye Ting sent and Zhou Yang who was looking for a beating were in vain delaying him for so long.

"No. You have waited for me for so long, and I just waited for you for a while. Why are you in a hurry? I'm just a little worried about you." After speaking, Mu Qianhan looked back at Ye Beiming, and saw that he had already changed into a suit of clothes. , asked: "Have you bathed?"

"Yeah!" Ye Beiming replied softly, and whispered, "I don't want to see you smelling like blood."

After finishing speaking, Ye Beiming got up and came to the side, picked up a quilt, and said, "How about staying here tonight?"

Ye Beiming didn't get a response, so Mu Qianhan pressed him on the bed.
The soft hair hangs down on his cheeks and ears, and the fragrance of lotus lingers on the tip of his nose...

Ye Beiming looked at the pretty face so close at hand, his heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his breathing also became rapid.

He tried his best to maintain his breath, not wanting to show any strangeness in front of her: "Xiao Han'er, you..." What do you want to do?
The moment he spoke, his voice became hoarse, and Ye Beiming was momentarily at a loss.

She didn't answer, and directly untied the black satin robe, opened the white jade porcelain bottle, and gently rubbed the ointment in the porcelain bottle with her fingertips.

Gentle fingertips carried the cool ointment and gently kneaded it evenly on the scar left by Ye Beiming's skin.

Ye Beiming knew what Mu Qianhan wanted to do, and immediately grabbed her hand: "Don't rub it, I want to keep this scar."

This scar proved that he had finally rescued her.

"You want to stay, but I don't." Mu Qianhan clasped Ye Beiming's hands forcefully, and pushed the ointment away with his fingertips.

"If this scar stays, it will always remind me that I once betrayed you and abandoned you. I don't want it to stay." She sat on...his waist, not letting him dodge in the slightest.

After the ointment was evenly applied, Mu Qianhan let go of Ye Beiming's hand.

"Fool, you never betrayed me, never!" He was free, stroked her soft hair, and said softly.

He held her face and gently rubbed her cheek: "I am willing."

"I don't want to tell you the price of saving you, because I don't want your love for me to be mixed with gratitude and guilt. What I want is your complete heart." He looked at her with burning eyes , Tell her that what he wants is only her heart.

He continued to persuade her: "Xiao Han'er, I've been terrified for a long time, this scar can always remind me that I rescued you back. Keep it!"

"I don't want it. If the scar is still there on the wedding day, you can go to sleep in the study or on the floor." She angrily stuffed the medicine bottle into his hand, threatening him viciously.

With Ye Beiming's stubbornness, Mu Qianhan had no choice but to threaten him with a big marriage.

"What did you say?" Ye Beiming asked softly while holding the white jade porcelain bottle.

He didn't expect that she would threaten him so much, and he couldn't believe what he heard.

She asked if she was looking forward to their wedding on the wedding night.

"I never joke with others, you'd better be obedient." Mu Qianhan warned.

"Oh!" he responded muffled.

She was stubborn, and he could only bow his head.

Seeing him nodding, Mu Qianhan said, "The scars on your body last a long time, and they won't fade away overnight. You have to take good care of them, and I will check them in the future."

After finishing speaking, Mu Qianhan was about to leave. Ye Beiming grabbed her with his long arm, tightly trapped her in his arms, pressed her ear, and coaxed: "This king is like this, you don't want to Do something?"

Only then did Mu Qianhan realize that he had just taken off his clothes...

Although her purpose is very clear, she wants to get rid of the horrible scar on his body.But the scene in front of me is somewhat imaginative...

Mu Qianhan looked at the beautiful scene in front of him, a trace of shame flashed in his eyes, he raised his hand to straighten his clothes, and threatened: "Remember my words, this scar must be removed no matter what."

After finishing speaking, she was about to get up and leave.

With a smile in Ye Beiming's eyes, he turned over and pressed her under him, and asked softly: "Is it true that if this king removes this scar, you will marry me?"

(End of this chapter)