Bone to Heart Knowing Xiaohuan

General Yan Li brought his personal guards to Fuyao Hall quickly.

"All the people from Fuyao Palace come out and assemble for this general! If there is one less, this general will kill one!" General Yan Li's voice was very cold, and as he said that, he drew out a knife, the blade gleamed with a cold silver light, Very dazzling.

General Yan Li has galloped along the battlefield with Yu Beiming for many years. Everyone in his cold-blooded palace knows it, but he rarely speaks. Except for the prince's orders, no one can invite him.

If you want to command him, you must convince him.

The broadsword worn by General Yan Li was bestowed by Yu Beiming himself, and it is a peerless sword.

And all of his subordinates are elites, and their martial arts are not weak.

The people in the Fuyao Hall quickly gathered in front of the hall, everyone was terrified, especially when they saw the cold knife in General Yan Li's hand, they were even more frightened.

They didn't know what happened. Some were pulled up while sleeping, some were pulled out while showering, and some were also pulled out while squatting in the latrine.

Ruthless, too ruthless.

Oops.

General Yan Li glanced at the Fuyao Hall, then at the people gathered at the entrance of the hall, and said coldly, "You guys had better be honest when you get to Zhaoyang Hall, otherwise you will only die!"

Everyone trembled when they heard this, some even cried, they haven't been to Zhaoyang Hall yet.

That was the place where the prince lived, and there were many guards guarding it, so few people could enter.

Glancing at them coldly, General Yan Li waved his hand and ordered several personal guards to stand guard in front of Fuyao Hall.

"Take it away." General Yan Li walked first, and the people from Fuyao Palace walked in the middle, followed by the guards.

"How long will she be comatose?" Yu Beiming asked Ruoliu Fufeng, gently stroking Mo Xiaohuan's hair with one hand.

Ruoliu Fufeng pondered for a while, and said, "It won't be long, because I haven't had a good rest, so there is nothing serious."

Just as he was talking, Mo Xiaohuan's brows twitched.

Mo Xiaohuan moved her head and opened her eyes.

Mo Xiaohuan opened his eyes and looked at a strange place, a bit like Zhaoyang Palace.

Mo Xiaohuan frowned thinking back.

Ah, by the way, she wanted to give Lin Muxin a bad start and pretended to pass out, but unexpectedly she actually passed out.

Yu Beiming turned his head to look at her and found that she was awake, with concern in his eyes, and his voice was very soft, "You are awake."

Mo Xiaohuan looked at him when she heard his voice. Hearing his soft voice, her heart felt warm, and she wanted to rely on him.

Mo Xiaohuan forced a smile, "Why am I here?"

"It was the lonely king who carried you here. Does your head still hurt?" Yu Beiming helped her up and let her lean into his arms.

Ruoliu Fufeng looked at him who was a little numb, and looked at Mo Xiaohuan who was a little weak, a flash of emotion flashed in his eyes.

In fact, he wanted to leave, but he had to stay because of the two bombs in front of him.

"It doesn't hurt much, but I'm a little dizzy." Mo Xiaohuan said.

Yu Beiming held her hand with a bit of distress, and wrapped her hand in his big palm.

At this time, the sound of thin footsteps sounded outside, from far to near.

Mo Xiaohuan looked out of the curtain suspiciously.

The sound of footsteps approached from far away.

Suddenly, a large group of people appeared outside the curtain.

Mo Xiaohuan frowned, why so many people appeared here.

After taking a closer look, I realized that they were all from Fuyao Palace.

Mo Xiaohuan glanced at Ruoliu Fufeng, who shook his head at her.

Mo Xiaohuan looked up at Yu Beiming again.

Yu Beiming didn't speak, took a pillow for her to lean on, then stood up and raised his hand.

Two maids from Zhaoyang Hall immediately came over and pulled up the curtain and fixed it.

The curtain was pulled up, and everyone kneeling on the ground could see clearly.

Mo Xiaohuan took a look and counted, and all the people in Fuyao Hall were called over.

Mo Xiaohuan looked at Yu Beiming suspiciously.

Yu Beiming coldly glanced at the servant kneeling on the ground, looked at Mo Xiaohuan and said, "The Lonely King will give you an explanation."

Confession?What to explain?

Mo Xiaohuan was puzzled.

The people kneeling on the ground trembled when they heard his words, and they all trembled in fear when they remembered the scene in Fuyao Temple that day.

Some were crying at first, but they couldn't cry when they arrived at Zhaoyang Hall, because they didn't dare to cry.

"The lonely king heard you all clearly, and answer honestly, how did the princess hit her head." Yu Beiming's tone was very cold, without a trace of emotion, and his eyes were as cold as a piece of iron.

Hearing what he said, Mo Xiaohuan's mind rang, and finally understood what he wanted to explain to her.

Mo Xiaohuan looked at the servants kneeling on the ground with a pale face, worrying about them, how to intercede for them.

"you……"

"Shut up, if you intercede for them again, then once you intercede, the lonely king will kill one." Yu Beiming said first and sealed Mo Xiaohuan's mouth.

Mo Xiaohuan knew that he was doomed this time, so he couldn't help but meet Ruoliu Fufeng's eyes.

Ruo Liu Fufeng shook his head lightly at her, signaling her not to rush first.

Ruoliu Fufeng reminded her that the more nervous she is, the more she must calm down, and wait and see what happens first.

Yu Beiming sat down beside the bed, with one hand resting on the small table next to him, on which was a jade kettle and teacups.

Glancing at Mo Xiaohuan, he was a little satisfied with her silence, then turned his head to look at the servants kneeling on the ground, and said coldly, "You can talk now."

All the servants didn't dare to move, they even dared to sob and cry, with tears and snot streaming down their noses.

How the princess bumped her head, in fact, only a few people know, not everyone knows.

But those who knew didn't dare to say anything at all, because Lin Muxin once said cruel words to them, and they dared not take it to heart.

But the concubine treated them very well, and the prince just wanted to find out the real culprit.

They are engaged in an ideological struggle, contradicting whether they should speak or not.

Time is still.

Zhaoyang Hall was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear the beating of the heart.

Mo Xiaohuan looked at them nervously, hoping that Lin Muxin would be punished, and he didn't want his servants to be implicated.

On the other hand, it's fine for Lin Muxin to be punished, don't pursue it further.

Mo Xiaohuan's heart was beating like a thunderous drum.

"Don't tell me, Yanli." Yu Beiming's voice was very soft, very calm, and very cold.

Yan Li immediately stood up from the side, lowering her head slightly.

"You handle it." Yu Beiming's meaning was very clear, his words were almost cold-blooded.

Yan Li is Yu Beiming's confidant, so he naturally understood what he meant.

"Come on!"

A row of his personal guards immediately walked in from the arch, standing behind the servant kneeling on the ground, ready to strike at any time.

Mo Xiaohuan, who was leaning on the bed, saw that the situation was not good, she sat up, her eyes were anxious, and she wanted to get out of bed.

Yu Beiming looked at her in a blink of an eye, it was a warning look.

Mo Xiaohuan bit her lower lip and looked at him.

She knew that Yu Beiming would carry out what he said earlier, as long as she said a word, someone would die immediately.

Ruo Liu Fufeng's expression was calm, and it was impossible to see what he was thinking.

The same is true for Yan Li, he is only following orders.

"Gu Wang will give you one last chance, say it, or not." Yu Beiming also turned his head, and stared straight at Mo Xiaohuan, his voice was cold, but his eyes were soft.

Mo Xiaohuan couldn't stand him looking at her like this. If his eyes were colder, then she would get out of bed desperately to beg for mercy.