Fifty big boards, let alone a little girl and an old woman, even a young man in his prime will lose half his life if he touches these fifty big boards. King Yun, he has made up his mind to fight today
Did you see blood at night? Meimei glared at him, even if he was a noble prince, he couldn't treat the people he brought so indiscriminately!
"Your Majesty, I took off the hijab myself and took off the phoenix crown myself. I am the master and they are just slaves. Can slaves interfere with the master's affairs?"
Meimei looked at him displeased, but when King Yun heard Meimei's words, instead of being angry, he laughed out loud:
"Okay, my princess is very good. She acted like a master as soon as she entered the house. You are really not slow to adapt to the title of princess. However, I am really determined to take care of these two minions!
Why are you so stunned? Why don't you drag him out quickly?"
Meimei looked at him in surprise. She was smiling just now. She didn't even have time to blink. His face changed as soon as he said it, which really surprised her. Xiaoju and grandma tried their best to wink at Meimei.
After Meimei saw it, she finally swallowed the words she wanted to say. Now that she was on his territory, he made up his mind to fight her. The more Meimei tried to persuade her, the more angry King Yun might be.
"Why, don't you have anything to say? Why are you so honest now? Are you no longer good at talking?"
King Yun looked at Meimei playfully, he should punish her, but when he saw how she defended her two servants and how uncomfortable they were about to be beaten, he felt particularly happy. Who said
He must punish her personally to be happy? Seeing her sad, sad, helpless... He was even happier and more excited.
Why does he hate her? King Yun doesn't know. She shouldn't, absolutely shouldn't, and the last thing she should be is the woman chosen by the mother-in-law to marry! I wonder if he, King Yun, has ever felt such injustice?
Meimei lowered her head and sat quietly on the wedding bed. The sound of banging outside had already been heard. Unexpectedly, King Yun would choose to torture the two of them outside the wedding room! What he wanted was probably her.
How sad! I didn’t hear the two people crying, but when I thought about being slapped on the buttocks, it wouldn’t hurt. Their mouths must have been blocked, and their low whimpering was also caused by the distance.
But if it is blocked, the only sound that can be heard is the sound of the board falling!
Meimei couldn't help but stood up and wanted to run outside to take a look and hold them together, but a big hand grabbed her without gentleness. If his purpose was to make her sad, then he would do it
Here it is - the sound of the board falling, although it did not fall on her body, it fell on her heart...
"Why, can't you bear it? Princess, I thought you were so strong, but it seems like you are nothing more than that!"
King Yun looked at Meimei with disdain. If she hadn't been greedy for glory and wealth, he wouldn't have treated her like this! Anything about using the fingertips to get married is fake. A businessman's daughter wants to use the fingertips to get married.
He really didn't bother to talk to a woman like this who was a member of the royal family.
"Your Majesty, everyone has fainted, do you still want to continue the execution?" King Yun shook his head. These two women really didn't have to fight. Calculated by time, they should not have exceeded thirty boards, and they fainted so quickly.
Already?
"Drag it to the woodshed! What are you going to do?"
Unhappily, she increased the strength on her hand, and a bone-eroding pain came. Meimei felt that her entire arm was about to break. She said angrily:
"They were hurt because of me. Shouldn't I go over and see them?"
"The deep love between master and servant is indeed good! I admire it! But..."
He suddenly leaned down and fixed Meimei's face with one hand. The two of them were mouth to mouth and nose to nose. The smell of alcohol in his mouth once again breathed onto Meimei's face. Meimei wanted to turn her head away in displeasure.
But his hand was firmly fixed on her head, and his big hand was still holding her bun. If she moved even a little, she would feel heartbreaking pain.
The pain only lasted a little, and Meimei didn't dare to turn her head anymore, looking at this man in horror who didn't know what it meant to be compassionate, waiting for what he was going to say next.