The contracted wife: the prince's favorite concubine

The accompanying doctor's face was redder than a pig's liver, and he kept coughing, thinking that he would be strangled to death.

Fortunately, this other garden is not too big, and it took less than a minute for a group of people to arrive at the backyard.

After a group of men rushed to the backyard, they stopped and did not go any further.

Because, they heard the sound of smashing things from the wing room, and Huangfulian's hissing and roaring voice, occasionally mixed with the timid screams of the maids

"Ping Pong Pong" [

"Get out! Get out of here, everyone!"

"what!"

"Huang, Mr. Huangfu... You, you, calm down... You, you, you go back to bed and lie down..."

"Get out! I tell you to get out! Didn't you hear?"

"Ah! Huang, Mr. Huangfu! You, you, your hands are bleeding again! Slaves, servants, help you bandage the wound first..."

"Get out! Who wants you to be troublesome? Get out of here!"

"Ping Pong Ping Ping Ping Pong"

"what"

"Xiaohong! How are you, Xiaohong? My God! You are bleeding!"

"Come here! Come here! Mr. Huangfu smashed Xiaohong to death!"

"..."

The few men in the yard shrank in fright from the voice coming from inside, and they didn't dare to go forward at all, for fear that they would be the next to be smashed.

Everyone glanced at each other, and then pointed their finger at the accompanying doctor who was holding on to the rockery and coughing and panting.

"What's going on? Why did the king become like this?"