Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

"So, what do you mean?" Mo Xiaohuan followed her words with a smile in his heart.

"As younger sisters, dancing first is to respect elder sister, how does elder sister like it?" Lin Muxin said very generously.

But she didn't know, if Mo Xiaohuan was like this, she said with a smile, "Then sister please."

Mrs. Yan and Yu Meiren didn't think so, but Mo Xiaohuan said so, what else could they do.

From their point of view, Princess Mo Xiaohuan was bullied by her side concubine Lin Muxin.

The musicians gathered beautiful music, and Lin Muxin danced to the music.

While drinking, Yu Beiming casually looked at Lin Muxin's dancing posture, and had to admit in his heart that Lin Muxin did have graceful curves, very attractive.

But the person who can really tempt him has not yet played.

"Sister! Sister, what's the matter with you?" Suddenly Yu Meiren's cry sounded.

Yu Beiming, who was admiring the dance, heard the cry, looked in her direction, was startled, put down his wine glass, and walked quickly to Mo Xiaohuan's side.

The musician stopped.

Lin Muxin, who was dancing happily, didn't know what happened. He glanced at the musician who had stopped, and then at Yu Beiming who was seated, and found that he was gone.

She turned to look in Mo Xiaohuan's direction, covered her mouth with her hand, and opened her eyes wide to the fainted Mo Xiaohuan.

Mo Qinghuan... What's wrong?

Yu Beiming looked at the fainted Mo Xiaohuan, feeling angry in his heart.

Mrs. Yan and Yu Meiren sensed his sudden change of expression, they immediately backed away, and lowered their heads not daring to look.

Everyone in the banquet hall fell silent, not daring to make a sound.

Yu Beiming looked at Mo Xiaohuan who was unconscious in his arms, his face was a little pale, and he said coldly, "Mr. Xuan Fufeng is at Zhaoyang Hall."

Yu Beiming picked up Mo Xiaohuan and left the banquet hall, heading towards Zhaoyang Hall.

The aunt in charge followed behind Yu Beiming.

General Yan Li followed suit.

Only Lin Muxin, Mrs. Yan, Yu Meiren, dancers and musicians, and a few maids were left in the banquet hall.

Lin Muxin looked at Beiying who had left Yu Beiming, feeling a little flustered in his heart.

After Yu Beiming left, the people in the banquet hall breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's wrong with Princess Wang?" Meiren Yu asked Mrs. Yan softly.

Although it was said softly, the banquet hall was too quiet for everyone to hear.

Mrs. Yan shook her head lightly, suddenly she seemed to think of something, and said a little hesitantly, "Maybe... it's because I hit the wall for no reason last time and I haven't recovered. After all, I have only recuperated for three days."

In fact, she didn't know it at all, it was a servant who told her about it.

Fortunately, she didn't go to the Fuyao Palace that day, otherwise the prince would definitely think that she did it, and I heard that he planned to kill all the servants of the Fuyao Palace, it was terrible.

"Bump into the wall?!" Yu Meiren covered her mouth and exclaimed, her eyes widened.

Oh my god, she didn't know about this at all. Isn't the princess sister too pitiful? Who is so cruel?

"Well, I heard it's still..." Mrs. Yan wanted to say that she was interrupted by Lin Muxin.

"Enough, you two, go back to your bedroom if you have nothing to do, don't mess around here!" Lin Muxin panicked even more when she heard their conversation.

Madam Yan looked at Lin Muxin, her heart trembled, her face turned pale, and together with Meiren Yu blessed her, they turned and walked towards the entrance of the banquet hall.

"Wait! This matter is not allowed to be publicized. You know that if the matter of the princess is spread, the prince will definitely investigate it. It will depend on who of you will take care of it!" Lin Muxin said sternly.

"Yes, sister understands." Mrs. Yan and Meiren Yu blessed themselves again, and then went out.

Lin Muxin glanced at the people present, and said, "And you, do you hear me clearly? If anyone dares to say a word, this concubine will never forgive me!"

After being swept away so coldly by her, all the people present fell to their knees in fear and lowered their heads.

Even so, Lin Muxin was still restless.

Zhaoyang Hall

Yu Beiming put the unconscious Mo Xiaohuan on the big bed, and stroked her forehead with one hand.

As soon as his hand touched Mo Xiaohuan's forehead, his palm felt slightly warm.

Yu Beiming glanced at her clothes, cursed secretly, a little annoyed at her disobedience, and even more annoyed at those who made the clothes.

"Yan Li!"

General Yanli walked in not long after, lowering his head slightly through the curtain.

A pair of deep blue eyes glanced at Mo Xiaohuan who was sleeping on the bed behind the curtain, and the brows behind the mask frowned slightly.

"'Xiaoyufang', you know what to do." Yu Beiming's voice was cold.

At this time, Yu Beiming was very angry, just because of a piece of torn clothes that made Mo Xiaohuan have a fever, and her disobedience.

"Yes." Yan Li didn't hesitate at all.

They didn't know that this 'Xiaoyufang' was started by Mo Xiaohuan, and within a short period of time, the business was booming.

And they know that most of the guests of this 'Xiaoyufang' are wealthy businessmen, and the palace, and the Queen Mother loves it even more.

Therefore, this 'Xiaoyufang' cannot be moved easily.

But it is easy for them to deal with such a small clothing workshop.

Soon Ruoliu Fufeng came.

"What's the matter?" Before the person arrived, his voice came first.

Yu Beiming just looked at Mo Xiaohuan's pale face, and because of the anxiety in his heart, he stood up and walked around.

Ruoliu Fufeng came in, glanced at Yu Beiming, then at the bed, surprised that Mo Xiaohuan was in Zhaoyang Hall.

He walked over to give Mo Xiaohuan his pulse.

But Yu Beiming still kept walking up and down.

"Please stop, the shaking makes me dizzy. I really can't stand you." Ruoliu Fufeng protested to Yu Beiming who was looking angry and disturbed.

Yu Beiming just ignored him and continued to walk him.

Ruoliu Fufeng knew that he was a cow and couldn't say it, but he still couldn't help saying it. The result he got was within his expectations, so he shrugged his shoulders and didn't feel relieved.

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and see how she is doing." Yu Beiming annoyed a little impatiently.

Except for Ruoliu Fufeng who can make Yu Beiming speak like this, there is really no one else.

"Yes, yes, I understand." Ruoliu Fufeng rolled his eyes at him while beeping for his pulse.

After a while, Ruoliu Fufeng still hasn't answered him.

"What's going on?" Yu Beiming became even more irritable.

"Well, I have a little fever, but it won't cause me to pass out..." Ruoliu Fufeng said slowly.

"Why is that?" Yu Beiming heard that he didn't faint because of a fever, so he sat down next to Mo Xiaohuan.

"The concubine's head was hit hard last time, and she didn't rest well, so she passed out. You should pay attention to rest during this time." Ruoliu Fufeng put Mo Xiaohuan's hand away.

After Ruo Liu Fufeng said this, Yu Beiming suddenly remembered that the murderer who caused Mo Xiaohuan to hit the wall has not been found yet.

Yu Beiming's face suddenly became terrifying!

"Yan Li!"

The figure of General Yan Li suddenly appeared outside the curtain.

"Bring all the people from the Fuyao Temple here, not one less!" Yu Beiming's voice was like a Hades king, his eyes were like a Rakshasa's, and his whole body exuded the cold air of a thousand-year-old iceberg.

General Yan Li's heart couldn't help shaking.

"Yes." After taking the order, he turned and walked out.

Ruoliu Fufeng knew that there would be another catastrophe, but he didn't know who this person was.