Bang!

Qin Ye stepped forward and stood at the door of the three steps, with his feet slightly apart, his left hand on his waist, his right hand stretched behind his back, and he slowly pulled out a stick as thick as a finger.

Want to touch me?

You'll be so beautiful!

"Zong Zhengchen, aren't you curious about what the emperor said to me when I entered the palace today? I'll tell you now."

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and he let out a cold smile:

"The Emperor has bestowed upon you a dog-beating stick. Seeing this stick is like seeing the Emperor himself. You can beat up a tyrant or a husband. I don't mind letting you taste the flavor of bamboo shoots and fried meat!"

He raised his hand and swung the stick, which made a cold "swoosh" sound and shook the air.

The index finger is thick, and if you pull it out, blood will definitely come out.

Zong Zhengchen hurriedly stopped and asked, "The emperor gave you a stick?"

As if he were a fool?

They had just gone hunting outside the city today. This stick was clearly broken by her in the woods. Did she want to use it to threaten him?

Using the emperor to control the princes?

The man narrowed his eyes: "Do you think this king was scared?"

"Then you can try!" Qin Ye raised his chin. "To make fun of the emperor is a crime of deceiving the emperor, and you will die. Do you think I would make fun of this?"

The man narrowed his eyes even more, staring sharply at the woman in front of him.

If you are an ordinary person, you will be well-behaved, cautious, honest and abide by the rules.

But if it were Qin Ye...

Jumping up and down, talking back at him, insulting him, and now questioning him, how does this act like a woman?

"Is there anything that you, Qin Ye, dare not do?"

"Since you've said that, I'd be sorry if I didn't do something!"

Qin Ye had just been yelled at by Zong Zhengchen and was furious.

Immediately, while the man was not paying attention, he rushed forward and hit him hard on the knee with a stick:

"You're going to kill me! Come on!"

"hiss--"

The man felt the pain and subconsciously bent his knees, staggering to hold onto the wall. He felt as if he had been struck on the head.

"Qin Ye, how dare you..."

"What is there that I dare not do!"

Another blow came from him.

"Qin Ye!!...Hiss!"

"I have the gift from the Emperor in my hand. With the Emperor's support, how can I not dare? Don't you want to kill me? Go ahead and kill me!"

“Come here!”

Qin Ye felt unfortunate for the innocent child who died and was also angry at the man's violence.

She just asked about the child, and he was furious and wanted to kill her.

He actually said harsh words to her and even attacked her for a child who had nothing to do with her?

Scumbag!

How could there be such a man in the world!

Qin Ye was very angry and he beat and cursed at the same time.

Zong Zhengchen dodged and jumped, his shoulders, waist, legs and arms aching, the sticks were like rain, falling all over his body.

I wanted to fight back, but I was afraid of accidentally killing her.

Besides, I didn't dare to snatch the imperial stick from her...

That's all.

Just beat him up, as long as the matter between that mother and son is over, it doesn’t matter if he gets beaten up a bit, no one sees it anyway.

Just as I was thinking this, I heard a sound of people sucking in air outside the courtyard:

“Oh my god!”

“Your Majesty…”

Zong Zhengchen was stunned and turned his head to look. He didn't know when the courtyard gate was full of people...

The housekeeper, the maid, the guards, Han Feng, Yue Er, the servants...

Their eyes were as big as bells, and they were as shocked as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

he:"……"

Zong Zhengchen's face completely darkened, he couldn't hold back anymore, he immediately straightened his back and shouted:

"Qin Ye, you are rebelling!"

The sharp roar like that of a wild beast pierced the air, making it buzz, and made everyone's backs feel cold, and their calves tremble with fear.

The prince is angry!

So scary!

Run!

Snap——

Everyone was so scared that they huddled together for warmth, but the princess hit the man on the arm with a stick and ran into the house.

close the door.

Drop the bolt.

Locked.

The movements were done quickly and in one go.

Looking at the man's back again, he was extremely gloomy, like frost, freezing the air inch by inch. It was a clear autumn day, but it was as cold as winter, making them chatter with fear.

Princess, how could you hit your dear, respected, beloved husband?

Don't be too naughty!