Tang Yang saw her raising the kitchen knife. His heart was shaking with fright. He was about to speak. Yu Wenhao stood up slowly, holding the table with his hand, and said in a deep voice: "You go out first, the princess is looking for This king’s."
Gu Si looked at him, "Sure?"
"Go." Yu Wenhao said.
Gu Si nodded and said to Tang Yang: "Let's go."
Tang Yang was very worried. Gu Si just came and said that the princess was sent back drunk, and he came over immediately with a kitchen knife. It was really unprepared.
A drunken woman is very dangerous, but even if the prince is still unhealed, it is not a problem to take the knife from the hand of the prince.
He went out with Gu Si.
"Close the door!" Yuan Qing said coldly while holding the kitchen knife.
Tang Yang looked at Yu Wenhao, and Yu Wenhao said: "Listen to the princess, she now has weapons, the most amazing."
The door was closed, the room was quiet, Yuan Qingling's breathing was rough and anxious, and her chest was ups and downs.
Yu Wenhao looked at her without anger on his face.
"You ridicule me." Yuan Qingling became even more angry when he heard what he said just now. She has weapons, so the most important thing? She knew that even if she was holding a machine gun, she was still weak in front of him.
"There is no irony, you are drunk." Yu Wenhao tried to walk over with a soft voice.
"Don't come over, stand wherever you are, I feel dangerous when you come over." Yuan Qingling said angrily, holding the kitchen knife.
"This king is unarmed and seriously injured. This king thinks it is dangerous." Yu Wenhao said.
Yuan Qing Ling squinted her eyes hard, trying to create a fierce look, but the scent of alcohol made her eyes cloudless, and it was not lethal at all.
She shook for a while, and it seemed even more spinning after she ran. Yu Wenhao was always wobbly in her eyes, and she muttered an swear word in her mouth, "Damn, warn you not to move."
Yu Wenhao raised his hand innocently, "This king didn't move."
Yuan Qingling feels that she needs a sharp knife to cut the mess, she is very sleepy, "I ask you, why do you say that I don't agree with you marrying a concubine?"
Yu Wenhao looked at her, "You don't agree."
"When did I say that I disagree?" Yuan Qing Ling fiercely said, the kitchen knife in her hand was raised again, and a piece of meat flew out from the back of the knife and stuck to her hair. Throwing the ground on the ground, she felt that this action had the potential to swallow the mountains and rivers, so when confronted, she also increased her confidence.
The corner of Yu Wenhao's mouth twitched, "When we got married, you warned this king not to accept concubines."
Have it? Yuan Qingling tilted her head and thought for a moment, couldn't remember, there was no such memory in her mind.
"Can't remember? This king will reminisce with you." Yu Wenhao walked over quietly, with a bewitching voice, "Do you remember the situation at that time? The king was half drunk that day. A new house, you..."
Yuan Qing Ling listened ignorantly, trying to open her eyes wide, and seeing his big thorny face sway in front of her, she took a step back suddenly, "Go away, don't come over, and speak your words well."
Yu Wenhao was almost able to hold her wrist. This woman woke up quickly. He was a little annoyed, but he took a step back and looked at her steadily.
Yuan Qingling's footsteps became unstable, pointing at him with a kitchen knife, her face blushing badly, "Go back, keep backing, it's best to stand by the bed, I'm dizzy, I have to sit down to talk to you.
"Okay, okay, this king stepped back." Yu Wenhao stepped back slowly, stepped back to the bed, and simply sat down on the bed.
Yuan Qingling staggered to the table and sat down looking at the stool. He couldn't sit firmly, and fell to the ground. The chair was also overturned and covered her knees.
She kicked it off roughly, but she was unable to recover her ferocious look. This kitchen knife was indeed heavy, and her wrist was so painful and painful that she was unable to hold it. She fell to the ground with a bang and bounced back, her hand just raised. , Sweeping on the blade, a blood stain splashed.
She sat on the ground for two seconds, thinking that she was holding a kitchen knife and slashing people. In the end, only herself was hurt. Her anger turned into aggrieved sorrow, her mouth squashed, and she burst into tears.
When Yu Wenhao saw her sitting on the ground without manners and crying, like a child who had been bullied, she was inexplicably pulled in her heart. Seeing that her hand was still bleeding, she raised it up to wipe tears and blood. Dyed on his face, he was embarrassed like a wild dog that had been defeated.
He walked over in silence, pulled a piece of gauze that she had left behind, squatted down to wrap her wounds, and sighed, "The king is wrong, okay? Don't cry, it is ugly, this cry is even worse. It's ugly."
After hearing this, Yuan Qingling cried even more sadly, and pushed him away, "Go away, who wants you to be benevolent and benevolent? You are the one who ended up in today's field."
Yu Wenhao was pushed to the ground by her, stretched out her hand to cover her chest, and said in pain, "You have touched this king's wound."
"Why didn't you die?" Yuan Qingling said angrily.
His eyes were crooked, "I have never seen a widow, a woman, this king is dead, you must not cry to death."
She forgot to cry and stared angrily, "When you die, I won't shed a single tear."
"Yes, you don't cry, you even celebrate with firecrackers." Yu Wenhao smiled.
Yuan Qingling wiped her tears, "It's not environmentally friendly to set firecrackers."
"Huanbao? What Huanbao?"
Yuan Qingling looked at the handsome face he had approached, remembering what he had done to himself, and even thinking that in the future, his head was only temporarily stored on his neck, and his head was dizzy and dizzy, and sadness came from it.
She stretched her hand over and touched it. The moment he touched the kitchen knife, he stretched out his leg and kicked it. While kicking the kitchen knife, he also kicked her arm and almost didn't kick her arm out of the position.
The pain was so painful that her anger rose up all at once, and the whole person stood up and rushed over, bitterly: "Domestic violence? I warned you not to beat me, am I a bully? You scumbag Male, Yuan Qingling will only look at you if she is blind. If this kind of woman does not die, I have to strangle her personally."
As she threw and cursed and beat, she rode directly on him, arching left and right under his arms, but it was also because she was already weak, and the blow was like a back beat, not painful, but Kind of comfortable.
However, the place she was sitting... seemed inappropriate, there were... wounds.
"Master, do you need help?" Tang Yang's anxious voice came from outside.
Yu Wenhao responded with difficulty, "Stay outside, not allowed to come in."
In this posture, if they saw it, wouldn't they be able to laugh for a lifetime
He held her hands and said angrily: "You have enough, don't think that the king will not dare to move you when he is drunk."
Yuan Qing Lingshuang couldn't play by hand, so she hit his face with her head, with a bang, she gritted her teeth and her head buzzed.
Yu Wenhao's nose was almost skewed, and tears were about to burst out from the pain. He pinched her chin with one hand and said, "Stop it, do you hear it?"
Yuan Qingling parted her face, opened her mouth, and bit on his tiger's mouth.
"Are you a dog?" Yu Wenhao was very angry and wanted to kick her away, but seeing the paranoia and resentment on her blushing face, thinking that she had really hurt her this time, he didn't care about her.