The singers of Hongyan Pavilion are not afraid of Zhao Huan's evil reputation.
"Although slaves have long hair, their knowledge is not short at all."
"The princes and nobles of Bianjing fear the prince like a tiger, but the prince's reputation has long been spread among the people."
"The prince treats the people at the bottom of society much more leniently than the so-called dignitaries."
"That's right, without the protection and connivance of the prince, how could Xiao Yan'er dare to be so presumptuous?"
"Hehehe, I believe that the prince will never be angry with weak women like us."
Feeling the charming expressions and unscrupulous movements of the singers, Zhao Huan was dumbfounded. Why didn't he know that his reputation in the public was so good?
Is it possible that the "violent prince" character he carefully created will be ruined by these singing girls nightingales?
Zhao Huan would not agree!
"If the tiger doesn't show its power, do you think this king is a sick cat?"
"Since you are unwilling to hand me over, I will search for you myself. I want to see who can stop me!"
Zhao Huan put down his harsh words and walked towards the room opposite. According to his judgment, the place where Xiao Yan'er was imprisoned could not be the guest room.
In every fireworks alley, there must be a special room to "set the rules" for the newlyweds.
To put it bluntly, it is a small dark room.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a room under the stairs directly in front, which had a single door and no windows, and most likely Xiao Yan'er was locked up there.
Seeing that Zhao Huan was about to force his way in, Li Yulan was not a vegetarian. She wiped away her charming look, pinched her waist with her left hand, pointed at Zhao Huan with her right hand, and shouted: "Sisters, don't let the prince mess around. If you bump into each other,
We can't afford it."
"Please give me a good life and serve the prince!"
All the singers were eager to give it a try. Following Li Yulan's order, they rushed forward. Some held Zhao Huan's arms, while others pulled Zhao Huan's thighs. In an instant, they surrounded Zhao Huan.
The singer in white hugged Zhao Huan's thigh, pretending to be coquettish: "My family is weak in body and bones. Your Majesty must show mercy to you. I cannot bear your kicks."
The pink-clad singer behind Zhao Huan's neck was smiling sweetly while threatening her seriously.
"I'll give you a good rub on your shoulders, hehe, hehe, don't move around, otherwise I won't be able to control your strength!"
Being entangled by these singers, Zhao Huan could not move. If he applied a little force, he might hurt them.
But it would be too naive to want Zhao Huan to submit.
When the singer on the right wasn't paying attention, Zhao Huan suddenly pulled out his arm, grabbed the shoulder of the singer on the left, pressed down, and slapped her on the butt.
Snap!
The crispness of the voice directly spread throughout the entire Hongyan Hall.
The hall, which was noisy just now, suddenly became quiet.
The singer who was brutally tortured by Zhao Huan was stunned on the spot. It took her a long time to recover, and she immediately screamed.
"Your Majesty's attack is too harsh. He is going to kill the slave family!"
The singers did not expect that Zhao Huan would be so cruel, and they were all a little afraid.
However, Zhao Huan didn't care about anything, and all the singers who stood in front of him would be punished with "palm punishment".
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Run quickly, the prince is angry."
"Oh my god, it hurts so much. The prince's hand is too heavy."
"It's over, it's over. I'm afraid it's going to be so painful that I can't sleep tonight. The prince is so annoying. He's just standing by and watching. Why did he get a slap?"
Zhao Huan was like a fierce tiger charging into a herd of sheep, slapping them down one after another, causing the unscrupulous singers to flee in all directions.
For a moment, the entire Hongyan Pavilion echoed with screams and coquettish laughter, and it was completely in chaos.
Li Yulan never expected that Zhao Huan was so fierce. All the singers from Hongyan Pavilion came out in full force, but they were unable to subdue Zhao Huan. Instead, they were chased everywhere by Zhao Huan.
"You...you bunch of useless things, so many people can't even hold the prince."
"Where has the usual pride gone? Didn't you threaten that even the nobles and nobles would not be able to hold up the Sanhe in your hands?"
"Hold still, hold down Zhao Huan, no... I want to serve the prince well!"
Li Yulan was like a supervisory army, constantly urging and directing the singers to block Zhao Huan, but the morale of the singers had already collapsed, and defeat was doomed.
At this moment, Li Yulan was surprised to find that she was being targeted by Zhao Huan.
"No...not good!"
Li Yulan just wanted to escape, but Zhao Huan rushed up and caught her.
Li Yulan, who had been so aggressive just now, instantly succumbed and stepped back, waving her hands to beg for mercy.
"My lord, please spare my life, my body and bones are weak and I cannot withstand the torture."
Hearing this, Zhao Huan couldn't help but sneer: "You are so weak, how dare you fight against me?"
"If you only use your words, no matter how eloquent I am, I will not be able to fight against so many of you women."
"If you insist on exploiting your shortcomings and avoiding your strengths, and force me to take action, I will naturally not be polite!"
Zhao Huan ignored Li Yulan's begging for mercy. He grabbed her shoulder with his left hand and pushed her, causing Li Yulan to spin around, from facing Zhao Huan to facing away from Zhao Huan.
As her back was pushed, Li Yulan lost her center of gravity and fell half-lying on the stairs.
The goal was clear! Zhao Huan was unambiguous, raised his palm, and hit him hard.
"ah!"
The entire Hongyan Pavilion echoed with Li Yulan's loud scream.
Seeing Li Yulan lying on the stairs and not daring to move, Zhao Huan was relieved. This so-called Pansi Cave in Hongyan Pavilion was just mediocre.
"I am not afraid of even a million gold soldiers, how can I be afraid of you and other singers Nightingale?"
Just when Zhao Huan was feeling proud, a carriage slowly stopped outside the gate of Hongyan Pavilion.
The singers at the scene rushed towards him one after another as if they had grasped a life-saving straw.
"Master, help me, the prince's palm punishment is too severe, the servants can't resist it."
"Wow, Master, you are finally back. If it were any later, all the servants might get sick and rest together."
The owner?
Zhao Huan's eyes flashed with surprise, and he turned to look at Li Yulan: "Are you not the owner?"
Li Yulan rubbed her buttocks, feeling very resentful towards Zhao Huan, and deliberately took the opportunity to sarcastically say: "The slave family never said he was the owner of the hotel, it was the prince himself who didn't ask clearly."
"Your Majesty, don't blame me for not reminding you. If the owner sees this, he will never give up easily."
"You'd better jump out of the window and escape for your life."
The surprised expression on Zhao Huan's face disappeared instantly, and then he sneered: "Jump out of the window and escape?"
"No one in the whole world can make me so embarrassed."
"I would like to see which museum owner makes you think that even I want to stay away."
Seeing that Zhao Huan insisted on going his own way, Li Yulan stopped forcing him, but his face was full of gloating.
Zhao Huan clasped his hands behind his back and looked toward the gate, only to see a graceful young woman coming out of the carriage.