Dressed as the regent's palm

Chapter 111 Who dares to touch his son

"Okay, well done!" Ying Jiaojiao clapped her hands happily, the smile on her lips almost went behind her ears.

"Princess, this is your brother."

"Princess, can you not be so obvious!"

Chang Sheng and Bu Lao hurriedly pulled Ying Jiaojiao's palm down.

"Are you Miss Meng San?" Qing Yange walked slowly to the woman in tulle and asked softly.

The woman was terrified, her body trembling slightly, her eyes were full of uneasiness.

"I'm Qingyange, it was your second sister who asked me to save you." In order to appease the girl, Qingyange reported her family name.

After hearing Qing Yange's words, the woman's tears that had been lingering in her eyes were like broken pearls, falling one by one, she nodded weakly, "Little girl Menglian, it is Meng San girl."

Qingyange raised an eyebrow at Qingyuan and said, "Protect her."

"Yes." Qing Yuan listened to the order, immediately grabbed a blanket from the side, put it on Meng Lian's body, and protected her behind her.

Ying Chengcheng, who was rolling on the ground, supported his waist in pain, and roared with a distorted face: "Who are you, you dare to make trouble in my Nan'an Palace, don't you want to live?!"

Qingyange's eyes fell on Yingchengcheng's body, her lotus steps moved slightly, and she approached Yingchengcheng step by step, "I am Qingyange, haven't you heard of it?"

Her snow-colored long dress was flying in the air, her black hair was flying, and her beautiful almond eyes were shining with waves. She was as beautiful as a fairy descending.

Ying Chengcheng heard clearly now, his face turned pale first, and soon he showed a cynical smile, his sword eyebrows slightly hooked, and he smiled proudly: "Oh, who am I, it turns out to be nothing A princess with royal blood, but no royal treatment~"

He waved his hand, and the maid at the side quickly stepped forward to help him up.

He arrogantly yelled at the nursing yard beside him: "What are you still doing, the princess hit me just now, whoever beat her down today, I will reward you a lot!"

The nurses held wooden sticks one by one, and swallowed after hearing Ying Chengcheng's words, but they still dared not move forward.

Ying Chengcheng saw that the nurses were so cowardly, he was furious for a while, and shouted: "If you don't come up, I will kill you with a stick when I turn around!"

this sentence.

So those guards, who were cowering, picked up sticks in unison, and rushed forward desperately.

One is the son of the mighty King Nan'an, and the other is a princess who only has a name but no right to speak.

Then bet on their life and death.

They had to.

When Ying Jiaojiao saw the nurses rushing up, she was shocked, and quickly threatened: "Which one of you dares?!"

Qing Yange narrowed her eyes and smiled lightly, the corners of her mouth were curved, and her smile continued to expand, "Jiaojiao, it's okay."

After the words fell, her figure rushed into the nursing yard like a ghost.

Those nurses were originally in a dilemma by Ying Jiaojiao's voice, but they didn't expect that Qing Yange would take the initiative to attack.

They no longer worried, picked up the wooden sticks and swung them in the direction of Qingyange with all their strength.

Soon, there were screams one after another from the crowd.

"Ah, who hit me?"

"Wang San, you hit the wrong person with your stick! You hit me!"

"Old man Ge, are you taking this opportunity to hit me on purpose Liu Lan, don't think that you can do whatever you want just because your sister has an affair with the second son!"

"It hurts, who, whose stick!"

"Did you catch that woman from Qingyange?"

"Just now when I saw her standing there, I hit her hard. I don't know if she hit her well."

"You hit me!!!"

……

All of a sudden there was chaos in the yard.

And the instigator, Qingyange, walked out of them unscathed. She stretched out her hand and smoothed the folds of her robe, her eyes were full of light, just like watching a group of jumping clowns. The nurses beat each other with sticks.

Seeing this scene, Ying Chengcheng hated iron for being weak. His face was flushed with anger, and he shouted at the guards, "A bunch of trash! Where are the people!"

The jealous guards who were waving wooden sticks didn't hear Ying Chengcheng's words at all. They beat each other tirelessly as if they were in a daze.

"I'm so mad!! Come on, is there anyone else!" Ying Chengcheng's voice was like the sound of slaughtering a pig.

But Qing Yange walked in front of Ying Chengcheng unhurriedly.

Ying Chengcheng looked at Qing Yange in front of him, and immediately pulled two maids to stand in front of him, revealing a pair of eyes with wicked brows and mouse eyes, and swallowed, "Do you know that this is Nan'an Palace? If you treat me again Make a move, my father will never let you go!"

Qing Yange raised her palm and waved it lightly, the two maidservants who were still standing in front of Ying Chengcheng retreated uncontrollably, completely exposing Ying Chengcheng in front of her.

There was a halo in Qingyange's Yingying Jian pupils, and her tone was melodious, "I kicked a kick just now, which can be regarded as a relief. For your father's sake, I will let you go. As for the third dream you brought back Girl, I took it away today, and from now on, you will not be harassed, do you understand?"

No matter how scared Ying Chengcheng was, he didn't want the beauty he got to run away.

What's more, if Qingyange took Menglian away today, how would he spend his time in Beijing from now on?
He took a deep breath and refused firmly: "No!"

"Oh?" Qingyange tilted her head.

"I want this dream beauty, and I want revenge for kicking me just now! Even if my sister is protecting you, you can never walk out of my Nan'an Palace!" Gloomy.

He shouted loudly towards the surroundings: "Where are the guards? Call me a guard—oh, you dare to hit me!"

Unexpectedly, before Ying Chengcheng could speak, Qing Yange directly punched him in the face with an uppercut.

All of a sudden, Ying Chengcheng, who was still in a drunk state, woke up suddenly. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the woman in front of him in disbelief.

Qing Yange's lips that looked like cherry blossom petals slightly parted, "Will you let me go?"

Ying Chengcheng gritted his teeth, and got angry again, "I won't let go—ah——"

Another punch fell.

Qing Yange stood with her hands behind her back, only stretched out a fist.

Ying Chengcheng covered his slapped eyes, and shouted without tears: "Where are the guards?!! Are you just wanting to see me die!"

Qing Yange turned a deaf ear to Ying Chengcheng's words, she asked again, "Will you let it go?"

"I...I..." Ying Chengcheng trembled, but still couldn't say a complete sentence.

Qingyange withdrew her hand, smiled in satisfaction, turned to Qingyuan and said, "Let's go."

However, she hadn't taken two steps before she heard a majestic voice, "Who dares to touch my son?!"

(End of this chapter)