Another whip was pulled out, and the sound should be bloody. But the little slave, who had been so fierce just now, actually stood still, silently enduring the whipping.

However, his back was straight and his expression did not look like he was giving up.

Xie Zhou was not a person who could be carried away by anger. He stared at the jade pendant held tightly in Xiao Nu's hand with an unreadable expression and wanted to stop.

But the next moment, a strange look appeared on Xiao Nu's cheeks, and the smile on his lips was full of mockery, and then only cruelty remained.

Seeing his appearance, Xie Zhou's hand holding the whip froze. The next moment, he saw Xiaonu pull out an exquisite spiral knife from the belt on his waist and abdomen, and was about to stab his palm.

Come.

Xie Zhou was startled and couldn't care less about anything. He raised his hand and used his strength to whip up the whip!

"What are you doing!" A soft and surprised voice sounded.

Pei Yan only felt that the fragrance of hibiscus lingered on the tip of his nose every time he breathed. A small hand that looked like white jade glaze and was too soft grabbed his wrist. The silver double-buckle bracelet on his wrist dropped from the bottom.

The bell makes a subtle and crisp sound.

Then, a figure stood in front of him, like a goddess descending from the sky, bringing the salvation of light and touching the darkness.

In the lightning flash, the whip hit the girl's wrist hard, and her delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

He has been bullied since he was a child, and no one can protect him except his mother.

The heart that had been as cold as a rock began to beat violently again, and an inexplicable emotion surged from the blood vessels, carrying the power to destroy everything. The mind was dark, and the wasteland was filled with life.

The little princess is injured.

Everyone was frightened. How could the noble little princess withstand the whip? Immediately, Fuying's steps were unsteady and she was about to fall. Pei Yan fearfully stretched out his hand to touch the girl's slender waist and caught her.

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Xie Zhou never expected that Fu Ying would rush out. He suddenly threw away the whip in his hand, rushed forward, and shouted anxiously: "Ah Ying!"

When he realized that she was charging forward, Xie Zhou had no time to stop, but he tried his best to reduce his strength. However, the girl's frown in pain still made his heart ache.

He pulled up those little hands to see the specific situation, but was violently thrown away. Fuying was looking at him with an annoyed look on his face, and was so angry.

Xie Zhou opened his mouth and tried to explain: "Ah Ying, listen to me, this little slave didn't understand the rules just now. I just wanted to teach him a lesson, but I didn't expect..."

Fuying has always been very delicate, firstly afraid of pain, and secondly afraid of suffering. A burning pain hit her wrists. Her pair of almond-shaped eyes were already filled with mist, and then condensed and gathered into a crystal teardrop, which could almost slip down in the blink of an eye.<

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Xie Zhou immediately panicked. He reached out and wanted to carry the girl into the palace, but was stopped because of her words.

She said: "My people don't need you to teach them."

Then, the girl refused his hand and was helped into the hall by Pei Yan and a group of palace officials.

The delicate little princess was injured, no matter whether it was minor or serious, so she naturally went to war. The imperial doctor carefully applied the medicine, gently and gently, and couldn't bear the unbearable tears in the corners of the girl's eyes.

Half an hour later, the imperial doctor withdrew, and all the palace attendants also withdrew, except for Pei Yan, who stubbornly knelt on the ground and refused to leave.

Yun Ye was so angry that he couldn't help but say: "It's all your fault that His Highness was injured!"

"A person like you, who has received His Highness's great kindness, but in turn causes such trouble, should be severely punished!"

Pei Yan knelt and took two steps forward. Facing Fu Ying, he kept knocking his head hard on the ground, again and again. After a while, blood flowed from his forehead, forming a thin line of blood.

It fell to the ground and turned into a pool of blood.

The young man's eyes were full of regret and sincerity, as if he was willing to sacrifice his life. Fuying finally sighed: "Okay, stop knocking."

Then, she looked at Yun Ye: "Yun Ye, you go down first."

From the bottom of his heart, Yun Ye didn't like this scheming and trouble-making little slave, so he subconsciously said: "Your Highness!"

Fuying blinked and said in a deep voice: "You wait outside the hall, and Xie Zhou is not allowed to come in."

Yun Ye left reluctantly, and Pei Yan spoke in fear, but firmly: "Your Highness, I am guilty, please punish me."

Looking at his expression of despair, Fuying actually smiled: "Who said you are guilty?"

Pei Yan was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, his phoenix eyes met the girl's clear eyes, and his voice was small and pitiful: "But... if it weren't for the slave, His Highness wouldn't be hurt..."

"You didn't hit me, so what does it have to do with you?" The girl bent down slightly: "I volunteered to help you."

But the little slave was extremely stubborn: "After all, I have something to do with the slave. His Highness is injured, and the slave's heart is like a knife. Please punish him severely."

But Fuying changed the subject and asked, "Tell me what's going on first. Brother Xie is not a reckless and impulsive person."

Pei Yan looked stern, but his words were still obedient: "The noble saw the jade pendant on the slave's waist and wanted to take it back, but the slave was unwilling to hand it over, so he bumped into the noble."

Fuying was puzzled: "Jade pendant?"

Pei Yan quickly took it out from his clothes and offered it to him with both hands respectfully.

Fuying looked at the white jade for a while. It was of excellent quality, but she couldn't remember it for a moment.

Pei Yan was a little disappointed, she had indeed forgotten.

"This was given to the slave by His Highness outside the Daci'en Temple that day."

Fuying suddenly realized, no wonder Brother Xie wanted to take it back. He had found this jade pendant from the north of Xinjiang and given it to her. But something unexpected happened that day, and she had no money. The most valuable thing on her body was the jade pendant.

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"So that's it. Don't worry, I won't blame you, let alone blame you. Since I gave it to you, it is yours. Even if you thank me brother, there is no reason to take it away."<

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Pei Yan put away the jade pendant and thanked him: "Slave, thank you, Your Highness."

"Hiss!"

The girl's cry of pain suddenly came, a thin layer of sweat oozed from her forehead, and the pain in her wrist seemed to be scratched by something, one after another, which was a bit unbearable.

Suddenly, a soft cry passed from the fingertips to the wrist. It was Pei Yan. He carefully moved forward and gently exhaled from his thin lips, trying to relieve the girl's pain.

The pain was relieved, followed by a tingling sensation. Fuying held her breath subconsciously. He looked at the young man's cheek, his pale skin, like fine jade, and his beautiful and deep eyebrows, like amber.

The pupils are breathtakingly beautiful.

It's so wonderful that even Fuying was stunned.

A slow and wonderful touch, like being wrapped in a gentle spring breeze. The warmth does not just stay on the surface, but penetrates deeply into the bones, giving rise to the illusion of tenderness.

The boy's voice woke up the girl who was addicted to it: "Your Highness, does it still hurt?"

Fuying's heart beat rapidly, and she leaned back in a panic: "Much better, thank you."

Then, the corners of Pei Yan's lips turned up slightly, giving him a comfortable and satisfied smile, with sparkling eyes.

There was a rustling sound outside, and he knew it was Xie Zhou without even thinking. He had been hesitating outside the hall and refused to leave. He was extremely anxious to go in and see what was going on.

The young man looked well-behaved and sensible, and his voice was small and pitiful: "Your Highness, let the noble people outside come in. Everything is the slave's fault."

Fuying glanced at the window and saw an anxious figure, but she didn't dare to rush in.
Chapter completed!