"You want me to take off my clothes so you can wipe me?"
The little fat man had runny nose and raised his chin arrogantly: "That's right! Also, you two slaves, in front of this prince, dare to call yourself 'I'. You should be called slaves!"
"oh."
Feng Ruqing responded calmly.
Suddenly, vines suddenly spread out from under the little fat man's feet, and he was caught off guard and hung his whole body in the air.
Snapped!
The vine whipped the little fat man's buttocks, and when it hit him, the little fat man let out a heartbreaking scream of pain.
Feng Lianqing: "..."
He looked at the little fat man who was hung up and beaten, and then at Feng Ruqing, who was still smiling.
Suddenly I want to take back what I just said...
tolerance? hehe!
If such a person who is determined to retaliate can be considered magnanimous, are there still stingy people in this world
Here, the little fat man kept struggling on the vines and said angrily: "You, a little slave, dare to attack this prince..."
Snapped!
Another vine pulled down, causing him to swallow all his words and let out a heart-breaking cry.
"I never care about children," the girl said with a smile, "If a naughty child disobeys me, I'll just give him a beating. Why bother with him?"
Everyone: "..."
Feng Lianqing and others finally reacted and wanted to rescue the little prince. Unexpectedly, Nan Xian had already arrived in front of them, his expression as cold as the moon.
"Qing'er teaches people a lesson and doesn't need help from others."
Feng Lianqing: "..."
God doesn’t need fucking help!
Who did this guy see that he wanted to help Feng Ruqing
but…
Feng Lianqing's eyes moved a few times.
This naughty kid is often arrogant and domineering. It shouldn't be a big deal if he teaches him a lesson, right
Otherwise...he pretends that he can't beat this man? At that time, if His Majesty really wants to ask questions, Master will definitely help him.
After all, it wasn't his fault, nor was it his fault. It was the naughty kid who provoked someone else. If he couldn't beat this person, what could he do
so…
When Feng Lianqing approached Nan Xian again, Nan Xian just raised his hand and saw Feng Lianqing's chest slightly raised, and he suddenly raised his chest to meet his hand...
Nan Xian: “…”
boom!
With a roar, Feng Lianqing flew out and rolled on the ground in a panic. He tried to get up after a few attempts, but finally fell to the ground softly.
Can't get up...
Everyone in the General's Mansion looked at each other in disbelief.
Mr. Lian Qing has fallen, so... should they continue to attack
These people were silent for a while, then looked at the little prince who was being hung up and beaten, and finally gritted their teeth and rushed forward.
Only this time, none of these people came close to Nanxian. They all rolled to the ground, wailing.
Nan Xian: “…”
This time he didn't seem to take action yet.
Under the sky at this moment, the heart-rending scream of the little fat man was very sweet.
Yes, the sound is very pleasant to listen to in the wind.
Every time he wanted to curse, he would be slapped by Feng Ruqing and hold back the words, and all he could hear was crying.
Perhaps because he had beaten him enough, the little prince stopped scolding him, so Feng Ruqing threw him to the ground.
The beautiful face was still smiling, with curved brows, looking down at the little prince.
"Just now... did you want someone to take off their clothes and wipe your face?"
The little prince was startled. He thought for a moment and carefully replied: "Myself."