Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 27 The Eighth Prince Arrives

When Mo Xiaowan was punished, the people in the Marquis of Weiyuan dispersed.

Apart from the bustling main hall, Changchun Garden was very quiet.

Xuanyuanchen stood at the entrance of the hall through a door, and clearly heard a crackling sound from inside, the sound of a stick hitting Mo Xiaowan's body.

As soon as Feng stood beside the master, he couldn't help trembling when he heard the voice.

Can Mo Xiaowan's small body withstand such a cruel stick?

"Cough, master, that girl's body is weak, she might have passed out if she got down on the board."

Feng Yi cleared his throat and reminded him: "The wild cat has played to death, I have no fun to find..."

"To shut up!"

Xuanyuan Chen paused for a moment, then winked at Feng Yi, Feng Yi pushed his foot away, and the door of Changchun Garden fell down in response.

The scene of the hall is clear at a glance.

On the cold marble floor, Mo Xiaowan's small body was curled up into a ball, her coarse cloth light shirt was originally torn, and when the two boards went down, her little butt was already covered with blood and flesh.

Xuanyuanchen thought she had fainted, but unexpectedly, the pale little man clenched his teeth tightly, and slowly stretched his body, as if he wanted to grit his teeth and calmly welcome the next stick to fall on her.

From the beginning to the end, from when he stood outside the hall to when he stepped into the hall, the little man never groaned.

The pair of watery eyes on the small face stared at the old lady and Mo Xiaocheng with hatred, full of stubbornness.

The sound of the door falling down alarmed the old lady and Marquis Wei Yuan, who all turned their heads to look at the door of the hall.

The guards who were holding up their sticks to fall on Mo Xiaowan raised their third sticks in mid-air, but were startled by the sound, and stopped abruptly, not daring to fall.

"Eight, eight princes..."

Marquis of Weiyuan Mo Xiaocheng saw clearly the shadow that was walking towards Mo Xiaowan step by step, opened his mouth in surprise, recovered his senses, and hurriedly knelt down to greet him.

"The Eighth Prince is here, and the minister is far away to welcome..."

"I have seen the Eighth Prince."

"Xue'er has met the Eighth Prince!"

"Minister Mo Jinluo kowtowed to the Eighth Prince..."

Except for the crown prince Xuanyuan Xing, who was sweating for Mo Xiaowan and wished his uncle Xuanyuan Chen a blessing, the people who knelt on the ground in the hall.

Xuanyuanchen just needs to stand there quietly, with an intimidating coercion of his own, without anger and prestige, making people surrender from the bottom of his heart.

He didn't talk about getting up, but the people in the hall knelt and didn't move. Even under the coercion, no one dared to raise their heads.

As soon as the board fell, Mo Xiaowan twitched in pain.

The second plank fell heavily, and Mo Xiaowan could feel his skin ripped apart, and the pain exploded all over his body.

Her eyes darkened and she almost fainted.

But thinking that he must remember the faces of the old witch and Mo Xiaocheng, and the hatred they had tormented their mother, so he gritted his teeth, took a few breaths and huddled together, trying not to lose it because of the pain. consciousness.

She lay on the ground, being the owner of the pair of purple boots, walking towards her step by step, every step was so sonorous and powerful, and every step was so steady.

It made her feel a little strange in her heart, feeling that such a pair of luxurious purple boots seemed to be able to wrap up her little self, wrap it inside, and shield her from pain and wind and rain.

She forgot that she was in danger and the pain in her body.

She raised her head and followed the pair of purple boots all the way up, her eyes climbed up to the ink robe, and looked a little higher, touching the pair of deep and charming eyes.

With just one glance, she knew that she was thinking too much!

The old-fashioned story of the hero saving the beauty will not appear, because the owner of those eyes reminds her of a cheetah dormant in the dark night, with a dangerous and bloodthirsty aura.

(End of this chapter)