"You don't know whether the princess deserves to sit in her position. What the prince says is the prince's words. Besides, behind the prince is the Gu family who holds military power, the prince cannot completely ignore the face of the Gu family. The prince is determined by his own actions, so why should you interfere with it?"

An Feng's voice is so trembling that he speaks, and he feels so sorry for his words and is out of the way.

"The little prince of the Gu family may not take it seriously. When does the prince need other people's consent to do things? Don't you know that the person who dares to provoke the prince has become a corpse? Why is the princess so crazy?"

An Yu didn't like Nan Luoqing, and he didn't like anything Nan Luoqing did.

Moreover, he felt that the prince should be matched with a better girl, not a woman like Nan Luoqing who is not worthy of being on the table.

An Feng's subordinates had a little heavier force, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence.

"The princess has unparalleled medical skills. As long as the princess is there, the prince's legs will be saved. One day he will be able to stand up and regain his territory. And this time the prince was imprisoned, and it was the princess who tried hard to rescue the prince. You have to admit this kind of life-saving grace. It seems that the princess is much better than many women."

Speaking of this, An Feng sneered, "Even Miss Song, who has passed away, people in the world say that Miss Song is smart, smart, gentle and generous. But Miss Song has lived in the mansion for so long, and the prince's leg disease has not only not healed, but also has become increasingly in his eyes."

The first choice for the princess in An Yu's mind was Song Yukun. When he heard An Feng's words, he was immediately exploded.

"Miss Song was not good to you before, why did you say Miss Song for a witch? Miss Song is just an ordinary girl, her family background is not good, and her life experience is even more comparable to that of the princess. But she is kind and she has no intention of hurting people at all. Even if she is by her side, she still takes care of the prince with her heart.

And Miss Song doesn’t know how to treat the prince’s leg disease at all. Isn’t it reasonable to not cure the prince’s leg disease?”

He said intermittently, which shows that it hurts so much.

For ordinary people, the life of the Thirty Military Sticks is here to explain.

An Yu has high martial arts skills and a good foundation. These thirty military sticks will greatly damage his vitality, but will not take his life.

"Your words are very interesting. Take good care of the prince's work, even an ordinary servant can do it. Besides, Miss Song is not that concerned about the prince, right? After all, she said she was afraid of blood, and all the dirty and tiring work was made by her maid Vanilla, not by herself. If she said that her concern for the prince was reflected in her mouth, it was reflected in her skills."

An Feng has a peaceful temperament, but he is not a weak winner.

He felt that something reasonable would not give in.

"How can you say that to Miss Song? Miss Song was good to you back then, and she really misjudged the person."

An Yu's face turned red with anger.

He was punished by the prince, but he didn't feel much trouble in his heart.

But when An Feng said something bad about Nan Luoqing, he couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to get up and fight him and make a strong excuse.

"You didn't understand what the situation is now. No matter how good Miss Song is, it is still the past tense and cannot be resurrected from the dead. And the Empress has great power, so don't harm the prince. You said that Miss Song can't save the prince, but the Empress has a way to save it. You saw it with your own eyes the last fifteenth time. And recently the Prince has been sleeping better and better and more spirited. These are all the credits of the Empress. Miss Song could not do this at all."

I don’t know if it’s because of time, but the girl Song in An Feng’s impression seemed to be so blurred that she only had a shadow left.

On the contrary, the appearance of the princess is deeply imprinted in my mind, making people linger.

The Empress is very important to the Prince.

At least for now, the prince cannot do without the Empress.

"How did you know that Miss Song can't do these things? What if Miss Song can do these things, it's just that she was killed by the ruthless princess. The source of this pain comes from the princess. Miss Song can do everything the princess can do, and Miss Song can do better."

An Yu suddenly sprayed a mouthful of blood, not sure whether he was angry or was injured by internal injuries.

There were still a few sticks, but An Feng didn't take action for a long time, "An Yu, are you okay?"

An Yu woke up from the coma and used his last little strength to shake An Feng's hand away.

"Don't pretend. Since you believe everything that the princess said, you will recognize the princess as your master. And I heard from Princess Chu, the princess said that the princess is not a good person, so for me, the princess is definitely not someone who can get close to me."

"But you have been beaten to the point where you have only half your life left. Have you ever regretted it?" An Yu frowned when she heard Chu Xuan'er's name.

He always felt that Chu Xuan'er came to An Yu to kill someone by borrowing a knife.

But he couldn't find any evidence.

After all, Chu Xuan'er is also one of his masters. Since she is the master, you can't just say that the master is not good behind his back.

"I don't regret it. Even if I do it again, I will still choose this."

After An Yu said the last sentence, he completely fainted again.

An Feng couldn't bear to hit him for the last few sticks, so he took the initiative to ask him to bear the stick.

The guard held the stick and didn't dare to take action, "An Feng, why bother you? An Yu doesn't appreciate your affection at all, so why should you do this? When he wakes up, he will say that you are self-indulgent and self-inflicted."

"We are brothers. Besides, if these sticks hit him again, he wouldn't be able to withstand it. I'd better bear it."

What An Feng felt most distressed was this brother who knew nothing.

Chu Xuan'er said a few words and his soul was hooked away.

"Don't say I haven't advised you, this is a military stick. It's different from ordinary sticks if you beat An Yu like this. And there's absolutely no way to serve the prince recently. If you're beaten to only half of your life, who will serve the prince? If I ask me, just wait for An Yu to wake up and let him carry the remaining sticks."

The guard is still a kind person, not an unreasonable person.

Anfeng must persevere.

"Just do what I said. If anything happens, I will fight it. Come on." An Feng moved An Yu off the stool and lay down on himself.

The guards were very helpless, but they still executed the punishment.

An Feng's face turned pale because of pain, and he insisted on sending An Yu back to rest.

Nan Luo came out of the main courtyard with a gaze. When the cold wind blew, her mood calmed down.
Chapter completed!