Concubine Allure: Pick up a prince and grab the country

Chapter 229 Chapter 258 This is what you should do
When Concubine Liang Shu heard Yan Qingcheng's questioning of Yan Fangqing, she suddenly guessed what was going on, and cast a contemptuous glance at Yan Fangqing.

Poor people must have something to hate. They obviously don't have that ability, but they still want to fight against the daughter-in-law.

Concubine Liang Shu glanced at Chu Jiaojiao who was anxiously guarding Mo Fengyi's side. Mo Fengyi's lips were pale and her eyes were closed at the moment. She didn't know if she fainted. She frowned, turned around and left.

"Jiaoer, let's go!"

Chu Jiaojiao looked at Mo Fengyi with tears in her eyes.

Seeing that her daughter didn't keep up, she stopped, turned around, and shouted:

"Jiao'er! Still not leaving?"

Chu Jiaojiao shook her head, her voice choked up and said:
"I won't leave, my cousin is still here, he can't leave, I want to stay."

Concubine Liang Shu patiently lowered her voice and said:
"The imperial doctor will come soon. You are of no help here. The noise here will soon reach your father and emperor. You'd better leave quickly with your mother and concubine."

Chu Jiaojiao shook her head stubbornly.

"No, I'm not leaving!"

Concubine Liang Shu's face tensed, she stared at Chu Jiaojiao and threatened:

"If you don't leave, you will marry to Xiliang tomorrow!"

Chu Jiaojiao suddenly raised her head and looked at Concubine Liang Shu in disbelief.

"Mother concubine!"

Concubine Liang Shu was really angry. She always knew her daughter's thoughts about this nephew. While letting her daughter get close to Mo Fengyi, she secretly considered Mo Fengyi's weight in the Mo family.

Apart from Mo Fengyi, the eldest son of the Mo family, there is also a younger son. The elder of the Mo family seems to prefer the younger son, and Mo Fengyi doesn't seem to have much interest in inheriting the property of the Mo family. How could such Mo Fengyi become a master.

Seeing that her daughter's heart was deep in it, she felt anxious and angry, and looked at Chu Jiaojiao silently.

"..."

Yan Qingcheng walked up to Mo Fengyi and squatted down.

"I'll come, you go first, I won't let your cousin have anything to do."

Chu Jiaojiao glanced at Mo Fengyi unwillingly, and worried in her heart that if she offended her concubine, she might really let her marry to Xiliang, and then thought that if it wasn't for her cousin to save the woman in front of her, how could she have encountered such a situation? Flying disaster.

She glared at Yan Qingcheng ferociously, and said angrily:
"If it wasn't for saving you, what would happen to my cousin? This is what you should do."

"Don't go yet!"

Concubine Liang Shu urged her coldly, so Chu Jiaojiao had no choice but to get up and leave with Concubine Liang Shu.

Immediately, only Mo Fengyi, Chu Yuanheng, Yan Qingcheng, Biyou, and Yan Fangqing were left in the room.

Mo Fengyi slowly opened his eyes, Yan Qingcheng's soft face was reflected in his blue pupils, his thin lips raised a charming arc slightly, and his voice was like a clear spring.

"Thank you, the princess came to the rescue."

Yan Qingcheng replied lightly while picking up Mo Fengyi's blood-stained clothes to check the wound.

"I should thank you."

Chu Yuanheng's deep phoenix eyes moved, staring at Yan Qingcheng's hand stained with Mo Fengyi's blood, he quickly stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, pulled her up and hugged her into his arms, shouting in a very cold voice One sound.

"The water is cold!"

A silver figure came galloping like the wind, squatting beside Mo Fengyi, tearing off Mo Fengyi's clothes expressionlessly, took a look at the wound, then inserted his fingers into the wound and scratched back and forth.

"Well!"

No matter how good Mo Fengyi's endurance was, he gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt, dripping with sweat.

Yan Qingcheng couldn't bear to see it any longer, and moved to go forward to dissuade Shui Han to be more gentle, but Chu Yuanheng forcibly dragged her back as soon as she moved, looked at her coldly and dissatisfied for a while, and then said:
"Water cold has its own share."

(End of this chapter)