Seeing that the whip was about to hit the child, Ping An couldn't dodge any more, so he rushed over and hugged the child quickly, her back was completely exposed to Zhou Ling's attack.
Zhou Ling was so excited that if he had known about it, he would have directly drawn the common people.
With the sound of the wind, her whip hit Ping An's back.
Ping An only felt a burning pain in her back, she snorted and frowned fiercely.
Princess Yi Yang raised her whip again, with excitement in her eyes. If she doesn't beat this woman to death today, she won't be surnamed Zhou!
However, when her second whip fell, she was caught by a big hand.
Ping An is still waiting to be whipped. With Zhou Ling's character, she will not die today, and I am afraid she will not give up.
Or she would want to kill herself directly for revenge.
However, she didn't wait for the pain, and when she turned around, she saw Zhou Ling who was shocked, and then turned around to see Meng Yi in armor.
He stood there, his tall body blocked the sunlight, and there was a faint anger on his expressionless face.
Ping An quickly pulled the child up, "Hurry up and find mother."
The child ran away crying and threw himself into the arms of his mother, who looked at her gratefully.
"Yi Wang! You better not meddle in your own business! Ah!"
Before Zhou Ling finished speaking, Meng Yi grabbed her whip with all his strength. He grabbed the handle with his other hand, and with a flip of the whip, the whip was firmly drawn on Zhou Ling's chest. On the body, or on the chest.
Ping An only feels enjoyable to watch!
Well done!
It's so good!
She really wanted to applaud King Yi.
"You are bold, I am Princess Yi, Princess Chun, how dare you hit me! Ah!"
Before Zhou Ling finished speaking, Meng Yi's whip was whipped again, the second whip, the third whip, and the fourth whip.
Ping An was a little dumbfounded, he didn't expect Meng Yi to dare to smack Princess Yi like this.
Zhou Ling's screams kept ringing out. She cursed at the beginning and begged for mercy at the end.
But Meng Yi didn't seem to intend to let her go at all, whip after whip, Zhou Ling's bodyguards came over, but they were all whipped back, no one dared to step forward to stop her.
Ping An looked at Zhou Ling, who had already been drawn very badly, and wondered whether the two-day wedding could still be held normally.
"Help, help, murder!" Zhou Ling finally fell to the ground and kept calling for help. However, whoever would save her was surrounded by the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, and it was too late for them to be happy.
Everyone has seen the arrogant appearance of this princess just now.
Seeing that it was almost done, Meng Yi took the whip away, and the guards and maids dared to run over to help the bloody princess.
"I'll say it again, if you dare to injure another person in my court, I will demand ten times more from you! Get lost!" Meng Yi slammed the whip hard.
How dare these people resist, Zhou Ling was too frightened to say a word, maybe it was too painful to speak, she was in a panic at the moment, as if fleeing from a disaster, her hair was messed up, and the blood from the corner of her mouth kept flowing out , The face was also drawn, and half of the face was swollen.
Ping An looked very relieved and very happy.
"Princess, how are you? Let's go back first." The servant girl cried and helped her up.
Zhou Ling's legs were so weak that he couldn't stand, he fell down the next second, and then passed out.
The servant girls and guards fluttered their hands and feet and got him into the carriage.
Meng Yi glanced at the excited little girl, reached out and untied his cloak, and put it on Ping An's body.