Emperor Beili was upset that he should not have allowed the eighth prince to leave the palace, even if he made a scene, he would not be allowed to leave his sight.
"Your Majesty, those who can use their internal strength to knock down the Royal Hidden Guards are no ordinary people. There seems to be some master hidden in Kyoto City." The leader of the Hidden Guards stood silently behind Emperor Beili.
"Master? How does it compare with your internal strength?" Emperor Beili asked.
"I can't knock people unconscious with internal force alone. My subordinates can't do it." The hidden guards under him are all top-notch masters. If they want to knock people out with internal force, their internal force must be at least several times stronger than the opponent's.
Emperor Beili pondered for a moment: "Could it be that the old Taoist who took away the Eighth Prince and Ye Qianning's body are the same person?"
"I'll go check it out myself."
"Okay, we must bring the Eighth Prince back."
"Yes." The leader left.
Emperor Beili felt that everything was weird. The fact that Ye Qianning's body was taken away was probably not the secret arrangement of Dean Chen. After all, death was the most important thing, and they couldn't possibly ruin the child's body like this.
Judging from the current appearance of the Zhan family, the Gu family, and the Qian family, it doesn't look like a show. Xiang Minghou has been away from home all year round, and he has offended many people in the world. It is not surprising that there are many enemies.
But if the person who took away the Eighth Prince was the same person as Ye Qianning, and the Eighth Prince couldn't come back, he would put the debt on Xiang Minghou's head!
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Ye Qianning sat in the space, scolded the old man a thousand times, took her away in public without saying a word, and even said he wanted to use her body to make incense?
Mr. Gu, Mr. Zhan, Mrs. Zhan, and Qianfu are all over fifty. Whether they can survive such a big stimulus, Mr. Gu's mind has not been clear since her death.
Good times and bad, Lao Dao's stimulation, Mr. Gu's body...
Ye Qianning stared at the book for a long time, remembering how she fell asleep that day, until late at night she suddenly heard the sound of footsteps and turned her head to look.
The old man stumbled over sleepily.
"You've come in." Ye Qianning saw the person clearly, and like a ghost, he rushed up and attacked the old man.
The old Taoist ducked out of the way, but Ye Qianning pounced on him, and then pain hit his face.
"Hey, don't fight, don't fight..." The old man protected his face.
Ye Qianning clenched her fist and was merciless. When she saw the other party howling, she struck even harder...
"Ouch, it hurts so much... don't slap me in the face..." The old Taoist curled up on the ground and held his head, howling and begging for mercy: "Little ancestor, please have mercy on me, please have mercy on me..."
Ye Qianning landed a few punches, stood up and kicked a few more times before stopping.
"It hurts me so much... Ouch..." The old Taoist trembled.
"Get up." Ye Qianning straightened her clothes and said coldly.
The old man held his head, curled up, and groaned in pain: "You are so cruel, little baby...you are going to tear apart my old bones."
"Stop pretending."
"Who is pretending? You are justified in beating people."
"You don't need to be reasonable when doing things in a dream." How can you feel pain in a dream? Even if your mind is in a trance, you can't recover immediately.
"What dream, what dream..." When the old man heard this, he immediately jumped up: "You beat the old man like this, and you are talking about a dream? Who are you fooling?"
"..."
Ye Qianning's pupils were a little surprised. The veteran's face was bruised and swollen, and the injuries were too real: "Isn't it a dream?"
She whispered, very confused.
"Dream? Is it a dream that old man can hurt me like this?"
Dream? Bullshit!
What dream is so real?
