pungent peasant girl

Chapter 321 I'm not easy to mess with
Mo Yan and Qing Rong walked towards Concubine Yang.

And Meng Qianyan in one corner kept watching them.

Until Mo Yan approached Concubine Yang.

He wants to speak.

Meng Qianyan narrowed his eyes, inkstone.

This is all you asked for.

Moved my man.

Don't blame me.

Blame it on your own retribution!

Lifting the slingshot in his hand, Meng Qianyan pointed towards Mo Yan.

Gently spread the fingers.

Three smooth stones flew straight to Mo Yan's feet.

"what--"

Concubine Yang screamed in horror.

It's too late, it's too soon.

Meng Qianyan rushed over from the corner and held Concubine Yang's arm.

"Miss."

Concubine Yang pressed down on the table with one hand, and Meng Qianyan grabbed the other hand.

In this way, it can barely land.

But she was still terrified.

His face was pale, "I'm Gong's belly!"

Concubine Yang's scream was heard by the emperor and empress dowager who had gone far away.

They turned back quickly.

"Concubine Yang, what's wrong with you, Concubine Yang?"

The emperor hugged Concubine Yang.

Concubine Yang shook her head, "The concubine almost fell down just now."

"How could you be so careless?"

Meng Qianyan took two steps back, his eyes full of disbelief, "Brother Seventeen, you, why are you doing this to Concubine Yang?!"

Meng Qianyan exclaimed suddenly.

Everyone looked at her.

Qingrong exclaimed, "Princess Yihuan, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Yes, Brother Seventeen—" Meng Qianyan pointed to Mo Yan, but did not finish speaking.

There are some words that she cannot say.

Sure enough, Concubine Yang calmed down for a while and came back to her senses, "Seventeen, it's Seventeen, it was Seventeen and Qingrong who pushed me just now!"

"What!" The emperor's face turned cold.

"I don't have any!" Mo Yan quickly denied.

"No, it's you!" Concubine Yang was about to cry, "I was standing here just now, you walked over quickly, and then pushed me to the palace."

"It was you who asked us to come here." Qingrong argued.

"Nonsense, I never told you!"

"It's Lianyi!" Mo Yan glanced at the crowd, but Mo Lianyi was nowhere to be seen.

"Where is Ripple?" Qingrong asked anxiously.

It was time for Meng Qianyan to interject, "Lianyi fell asleep, and was brought back by the concubine mother long ago."

So many people, so chaotic.There are many children coming.

Especially when it's getting late.

Who knows which one was running around just now.

Mo Yan was shocked by Meng Qianyan's words.

He gradually understood, and glared at Meng Qianyan angrily, "Meng Qianyan, you are slandering me, you are designing me!"

"Brother Seventeen, I've been wronged. I didn't slander you. I didn't say what I said, it was Yang Fei who said it. I just saw that you seemed to push it."

"I don't." Mo Yan panicked, "Royal Father, Lianyi really called Erchen over just now. As soon as Erchen came over and was about to speak, his feet slipped and he touched Concubine Yang."

"Look, it's you, Brother Seventeen." Meng Qianyan sat down.

Mo Yan felt dazed, he couldn't explain clearly.

But this time, he was really wronged.

He also understood that it was Meng Qianyan who was harming him.

What about the evidence?
evidence--

He has no proof at all.

He couldn't argue with a hundred words.

There was a still icy coldness in the air.

Anger emerged from the emperor's face, "Mo Yan, what do you want to do!"

"My son-"

"Whether you pushed or not, don't lie to me anymore, my patience is limited!"

Mo Yan was struggling in his heart.

How to do?
Admit it or not?
If you admit it, you will definitely be punished by your father.

But if you don't admit it, shouldn't you be punished?
Father would still think that he was lying.

Finally, he gritted his teeth, "Yes, I admit it, but I didn't do it on purpose."

"You, you bastard!"

The emperor raised his hand, and with a slap, he was slapped across the face.

The slap probably didn't hurt very much.

But he lost all face in front of the courtiers.

Concubine Yang also looked at him with strange and angry eyes.

"hateful!"

"Father, my son really didn't mean it!"

"You are such an adult, why are you still so ignorant? Do you know what is in Concubine Yang's belly?" The empress dowager was also very disappointed, "Yan'er, you really went too far this time."

"Yes, I know my mistake, and I accept the crime."

Mo Yan fell to his knees on the ground.

At the same time, he said to Concubine Yang: "Concubine Yang, sorry, I didn't mean it."

"That's all, as long as I'm fine."

In front of the emperor, Concubine Yang also needs to set a good look.

The emperor took a deep breath, "Okay, if you admit it, I will punish you. After a month of contemplation behind closed doors, I will copy the Diamond Sutra a hundred times for the child in Concubine Yang's belly."

"Yes, my son is willing to be punished."

"Hmph! Let's go, send Concubine Yang back!"

The emperor and empress dowager walked away.

The surrounding courtiers also hurriedly scattered away.

Who would provoke Mo Yan at this time?

Qingrong watched the figure of the emperor walk away, and patted Mo Yan's shoulder lightly, "My lord, father is gone, you can stand up."

Mo Yan stood up slowly, his eyes fell on Meng Qianyan.

Yes, she didn't go.

He suddenly raised his hand to grab Meng Qianyan's neck.

But Meng Qianyan took a quick step to dodge, and then said: "My lord, you'd better respect yourself. Otherwise, if I call the emperor back again and say that you do it with me, I'm afraid you're not just copying Buddhist scriptures."

"you--"

Mo Yan was threatened, and there was a lot of anger in his eyes, "Meng Qianyan, you are so ruthless!"

Meng Qianyan laughed, "Am I ruthless? I'm not ruthless. If I were ruthless, I wouldn't even save Concubine Yang's fetus. Think about it, Concubine Yang lost her fetus, would she ask for your life!"

"You, why are you so—"

"Hehe, Fifteen Princes, this is not the first time we have met. Back then, when I was a little palace maid, you almost forced me. Did I let you succeed? You know my true identity, and designed my husband and Miss Yang , You miscalculated again! And today, you are still obsessed with your obsession, and you have designed it for me again and again!"

Meng Qianyan's eyes shot out fierceness: "You should have known a long time ago that I, Meng Qianyan, are not easy to mess with!"

"Yes, yes. This king underestimated you!" Mo Yan clenched his fists.

"Fifteen princes, I stayed here not to compete with you for who is more eloquent. I want to tell you, don't provoke me, don't provoke my husband! Otherwise, next time, I will not be so kind when I get a thousand words."

The inkstone is at a loss for words.

True.

Today they are the ones who design Luo Ziyan and Meng Qianyan again and again.

But he really didn't think of it.

Instead of succeeding, he almost put himself in it.

Mo Yan was speechless, his face was livid with anger, his fists were almost shaking.

For so many years, no one except the emperor and queen mother dared to teach him such a lesson.

(End of this chapter)