Magical Doctor Little Demon Concubine

Chapter 338 The Royal King Slaps His Face [1]

But everyone couldn't figure it out, why did Yu Wang do this?
Could it be because Mo Feixun represents Yu Wang tonight, even so, it should be Yu Wang who decides.

However, Yu Wang handed over all the control to Mo Feixun, and his indulgent appearance made Beiming Qiyun wonder if he was Beiming Yufeng's own nephew.

For an outsider, is there anyone who kisses his nephew like this?
Mo Feixun looked at Beiming Qiyun's distressed appearance, she smiled darkly, and said deliberately: "Seventh Prince, it doesn't matter if you are disrespectful to me, but I am here to attend the dinner party for Yu Wang after all, you don't care about life?" The face should also look at the face of the Buddha.

How you treated me just now is the same as how you treated Yu Wang... Now that you refuse to apologize, it seems that you don't take Yu Wang seriously at all! "

"Mo Feixun, don't talk nonsense. The person I respect the most is my uncle, so don't sow discord." Beiming Qiyun clenched his fists, wishing he could beat this brat to death.

The emperor's uncle is already angry, he is still saying those words, is he trying to let the emperor's uncle kill him?

Beiming Yufeng had one hand behind his back, and seeing Beiming Qiyun still looking fierce in front of Mo Feixun, his dark eyes froze, and he said coldly: "There is a shortage of people in the northern border, the Seventh Prince should go."

"Huang... Uncle Huang!" Beiming Qiyun was so frightened that he lost three of his seven souls when he heard it, and his face paled instantly.

Although the emperor's uncle ignored the government, his words were equivalent to the imperial decree in the entire court. If he went to the northern border, he would be ruined for the rest of his life.

"Uncle, I was wrong, it was the nephew who offended the young master of the Mo family because he didn't know Mount Tai.

I was wrong, Sixth Young Master, I shouldn't look down on you, next time I won't dare, please forgive me. " Beiming Qiyun didn't care about face at this meeting, so he nodded and bowed to Mo Feixun to apologize.

How presumptuous he was in front of Mo Feixun before, how painful it is to be slapped in the face.

Mo Feixun looked at Beiming Qiyun, who was humiliated, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and his red eyes were a little arrogant.

The people around have been dumbfounded for a long time, and their hearts are so frightened that they still have lingering fears. The majestic Seventh Prince actually apologized to Mo Feixun. This...is too horrifying.

Mo Feixun didn't speak, Beiming Qiyun's voice begging for her forgiveness never stopped.

After a while, Beiming Qiyun felt that his words were about to dry up, and then he heard Mo Feixun's faint voice: "Okay, get up, my young master forgives you."

"Thank you, Sixth Young Master, for your generosity." Beiming Qiyun hated Mo Feixun to death, but he still had a smile on his face. That feeling was like putting him in a frying pan, which was very tormenting.

"Uncle Huang, nephew Huang thought that there were still some things to deal with, so nephew Huang retired first."

"Wait!"

Beiming Qiyun wanted to leave, but Mo Feixun suddenly stopped him.

Hearing Mo Feixun calling him, Beiming Qiyun had a bad premonition in his heart, but he still smiled and asked, "Sixth Young Master, what else is there?"

Mo Feixun's eyes flashed with evil light: "Yuwang, you nephew, you can't even hear your voice, this is great filial piety."

After hearing this, Beiming Yufeng nodded slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly: "It makes sense. In order to give the Seventh Prince a little memory, I dragged him out and punished him a hundred times."

"Uncle Emperor, I didn't do it on purpose..." Beiming Qiyun wanted to cry, but Mo Fei found that despicable person and really killed him.

The second prince, Beiming Tinghao, hurriedly stood up and interceded: "Uncle Emperor, please spare the seventh brother, it's not that the seventh brother didn't hear it on purpose."

"Pleader, same punishment, drag it on!" Beiming Yufeng shouted coldly, his tone domineering with absolute momentum.

It was good that Beiming Tinghao didn't come out, as soon as Beiming Yufeng saw him, he thought that Mo Feixun had confessed his love to him.

Zhengchou couldn't find a reason, so he punished him.

This time, just right!
(End of this chapter)