The Tyrant's Beloved Empress

Chapter 22

"No merit is not rewarded." An Changqing raised her brows slightly, and saw a trace of bad intentions in his eyes. Lift your foot to leave.

Unexpectedly, when the white dough saw him about to go, he stopped in front of him as soon as he took a step, and laughed more and more evil: "Don't worry, little son, Zhan just wants you to close your eyes and want to make a friend. My shop It’s on this street, why don’t you just let me go back, what clothes do you want to buy?"

His words became more and more unbearable, and he even wanted to stretch out his hand to pull An Changqing. An Changqing was about to fight back, but she didn't defend Zhou Helan's movements faster than him, and slammed her fist on Bai Dough's flatbread face.

White Dough let out a heartbreaking cry, and yelled, "How dare you beat you, Master Zhan! You are dead! Get in here and tie them to me!"

Suddenly six or seven brawny men dressed up came in from outside, and they didn't know where they were resting before. At this moment, it suddenly appeared, and surrounded the three of An Changqing.

Seeing that there seemed to be excitement to watch, the surrounding people hulled around and looked inside curiously.

The steward was afraid that something might happen, so he hesitated to persuade him: "Master Zhan, this person is coming and going. It's better to have more things than less things."

Young Master Zhan covered his eyes and said anxiously, "Forget it? Those who dare to beat the young master have not been born yet!"

"Hold down the best-looking one!" He rolled up his sleeves and said viciously: "Master will teach him personally."

After hearing the words, Jia Ding prepared to reach out and grab An Changqing. How could An Changqing sit and wait for death? He was about to reveal his identity, but he heard that Ding suddenly wailed, clutching his hands and rolled to the ground.

The figure of Xiao Zhige who just arrived (exposed) also came out. He guarded An Changqing behind his back and glanced coldly: "Who is going to move this king's princess?"

His expressionless face is scary enough. He is really angry at this moment, and he is even more hostile. A pair of cold eyes seems to hide a sword. When he looks at people, he slashes past him abruptly.

The white dough was so frightened that the face was like earth (color), and when his legs were soft, he knelt down: "Wang Wang, prince... are all misunderstandings..."

Xiao Zhige gave a bloodthirsty smile, and the heavy army boots nailed with iron nails stepped on his hand and ran over him: "If this king accidentally (killed sha) you...is it a misunderstanding?"

Bai Dian was so frightened by him that he was trembling all over, unable to even say begging for mercy. The steward on the side was even more frightened, all kneeling on the ground, not even begging for mercy.

I didn't know who it was outside suddenly said: "The prince wants to (kill sha)..."

The people watching the excitement suddenly hurled away, and some people were reluctant to hide from the excitement, but they stretched their heads and looked into the shop.

Xiao Zhige turned a deaf ear, staring coldly at Master Zhan who was limp as a puddle of mud.

The people who knelt in and out of the shop clearly heard the needle drop quietly.