The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

"What do I want?" Xiahou hummed in a low voice, his voice was a little bit more chilled than the cold wind, "I should be asking you this question, Huangfulian. You go to Song Country, You stole my wife, but now you ask me, what do you want?"

"Your wife?" Huangfu Lian laughed mockingly as if hearing some joke, and didn't continue talking.

He arranged Jiang Nanyan in the warm sedan chair and asked someone to take her back first.

Seeing Xiahou Fengli's terrifying appearance, ready to rush over to snatch someone at any time, Jiang Nanyan didn't want to stay here any longer, so she obediently sat in the warm sedan chair.

As soon as Jiang Nanyan got into the sedan chair, Huang Fulian immediately asked people to pick up the sedan chair and go back. [

Of course, Xiahou Fengli couldn't let Jiang Nanyan go so easily, he rushed down holding the umbrella that was still stained with the guard's blood.

But before he could get close to the warm sedan chair, he was blocked by a large group of guards who rushed over.

Huangfulian glanced lightly at Xiahou Fengli, who was fighting with a large group of guards, and Xiahou Fengli, who was fighting with a large group of guards, earnestly told the person who carried the sedan chair to pay attention to things, not to make Jiang Nanyan feel trembling, etc. if.

Jiang Nanyan listened absent-mindedly, turning her eyes from time to time to glance at Xiahou Fengli who was fighting with the guards not far away.

Xiahou Fengli seemed to have a grudge against those guards, and his moves were very ruthless.

Umbrellas rose and fell, and guards were constantly injured and fell down.