Luo Ying saw that Wei Yuan was really unreasonable, even if she hated Song Yiru very much, it was not appropriate to set up such a powerful enemy before her wings were full.

She stood up and walked to Wei Yuanji. She was about to persuade her, but she was suddenly pulled by Wei Yuanji. He heard him repeat to Song Yiru word by word: "Apologize to her!"

"You ask me to have a slut with a little girl..."

"Bang!"

Song Yiru was slapped on the ground by the irritable Wei Yuanji.

"Wei Yuanji, are you still a man? You even beat a woman!" Chen Yao accused him angrily, ran to Princess Leyang with an arrow, leaned over and helped her up.

"Is she a woman? Haha..." Wei Yuan laughed unscrupulously.

"Wei Yuanji, you dare to hit me!" Princess Leyang stood up tremblingly, with blood spilling out of the corners of her mouth. She covered her swollen face with a pair of sharp eyes staring at him, and pointed at her, "Even if I can't kill you nine clans, I can still kill you!"

"Kill me?" Wei Yuan laughed even more arrogantly, "Haha...Song Yiru, who do you think you are, do you really be a princess? You may not be sure!"

All the anger turned into weak terror at this moment. Song Yiru's hand stretched out was dejected and stared at Wei Yuanji with only a pair of huge eyes.

Could it be that Wei Wuji had already learned about her life experience? It must be so yes, otherwise he would not dare to be so arrogant in front of her?

"Ziyue, take me back to the palace, take me back to the palace..." She felt like she was hiding without any sign, afraid that Wei Yuanji would say that her mother was just a brothel prostitute. This fear entangled her heart inch by inch and tightened her. She was so suffocated that she couldn't breathe and didn't want to stay here for a moment.

"Yes, princess." Chen Yao was full of doubts. Why did Song Yiru suddenly choose to admit defeat?

"Want to leave?"

The word "no way" was almost blurted out. Luo Ying pulled Wei Yuanji's sleeve: "Enough, I don't need her apology."

Wei Yuanji paused for a moment, his face full of displeasure: "I'll seek justice for you, but you're talking to the person who bullies you. Silly girl, you're really ungrateful!"

Luo Ying chuckled and disagreed: "I think you are not helping me, but raising hatred for me."

"You damn girl!" Wei Yuan was so angry that he reached out and wanted to slap Luo Ying.

"Yuan Ji, stop!" Yun Annan knew that this cousin had never been decent and did not distinguish between men and women, for fear that the slap would slap him for the favor he had just stood out for Luo Ying.

"Miss..." Shang'er shouted anxiously, ran forward and wished he could get slapped Luo Ying.

“…”

Luo Ying closed her eyes and met his slap without fear.

Just as his hand was about to touch her face, he suddenly stopped, and then snorted in anger: "Who do you think you are? Grandpa said never took back what he said!"

After saying that, he shook his long sleeves and sat alone on the stool with anger.

"Yuan Ji, don't make trouble anymore. I'll let Fujiu take you back first." Wei Yuan held his forehead with one hand, his face full of worries. He had to go to the palace immediately and apologize before Princess Leyang complained in front of the empress dowager.

Unless it is absolutely necessary, the Duke of Zhenguo would never be willing to be an enemy of the Queen Mother.

"I won't go back."

Wei Yuanji took out a jade flute from his sleeve, and Wei Yuan's face suddenly changed drastically. Just as he was about to stop it, the sound of the jade flute sounded melodiously, and his mind immediately buzzed, and it was blank.

Not only him, but Yun Annan also suddenly showed a dull and empty state.

Saving the soul?

Is this the legendary soul-saving song? Otherwise, how could it be possible to control a person's mind in such a short time?

Luo Ying had no internal strength in her body, which was far less affected than Wei Yuanze and Yun Annan, so she was able to remain awake for the time being. She once heard her father mention the excessive soul, which was created by Princess Ying Guozhang Xiao Yuxin.

At that time, my father was only seventeen years old. He followed his grandfather to fight Yingguo. Chengguo fought against Yingguo with an army of 200,000. He should have won. Unexpectedly, a song of Duhun caused countless casualties to Chengguo's 200,000 troops to be killed or injured, and returned in a defeat. For this reason, my grandfather was seriously injured and resigned from his official position and died in depression.

Five years later, Dad personally led an army of 200,000 to avenge the previous shame and annex the country, which made the land of the country today. Dad became famous in this battle and was named the Iron Blood God of War.

My father said that after that battle, Xiao Yuxin disappeared from then on, and there was no news, and no one knew whether she was life or death.

How could Wei Yuanji, the soul-driving song she created?

Or maybe she was wrong, what Wei Yuanji did not play the Soul-Driving Song at all.

Just as she was thinking, the melody of the flute sound became faster and faster, forming sinister symbols, which urged the mind to fall into psychedelics. Luo Ying seemed to have returned to the past, and she and her mother, the second brother stood at the door to welcome her father, and the eldest brother returned triumphantly.

"Ning'er, Qing'er... Daddy misses you all to death..." Daddy jumped off from his head and hugged her and his second brother in his arms, then looked at his mother with gentleness and said, "Zhenzhen, thank you for your hard work."

My mother's face was filled with red joy and her smile was gentle: "Nancheng, An'er, you'll be back."

"Dad, brother, when Ning'er grows up, he will follow you to fight and kill the enemy and serve the country." The second brother Ji Changning looked at Dad and Brother with great admiration.

A drop of clear tears flowed down from the corner of her eyes, and she said unconsciously: "Qing'er must grow up, and she must go to the battle with her father, eldest brother, and second brother to kill the enemy..."

Suddenly, she woke up, with unretreated doubts in her eyes, and she looked at Wei Yuanji in confusion.

Wei Wuji also looked at her in confusion and confusion.

When the eyes met, the atmosphere became a little weird.

"Tait..."

At this moment, Song Yi was dragging his heavy steps, his eyes were empty and he returned like a loss of soul.

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Little cuties! Happy Dragon Boat Festival~
Chapter completed!