"Who is unreliable?" Si Yucheng asked very seriously. This was a very feasible solution he came up with, and was waiting for her to take action.

"Forget it, I'm shameless!" Yan Qingyu supported her chin and half-closed her eyes and thought carefully. She didn't expect that she would be seriously discussing how ambiguous the way of marriage would be in the future.

"Honey? I've never heard of it!"

"Kufu? Do you think I am a vengeful woman?"

Si Yucheng looked at her disgusted face and said, "Why do you want to grab it?"

"I'm not a disaster. Besides, are you sure that your ghost realm can break through Mosang Kingdom? Don't be the beauty who died before she could steal her." Yan Qingyu glared at Si Yucheng, and supported her chin with both hands.

Si Yucheng followed her to support her chin with his hands, and the two looked at each other, "There is only one way, Heli!"

"Forcing Mo Li to let go? This method is good. I'm afraid he would rather take me to bury him with me. What should I do?" Yan Qingyu didn't notice how ambiguous the two of them were. She looked at the man in front of her, with rare gentleness.

"Isn't it enough to force him to let go?" Si Yucheng curled his lips disdainfully.

"To be honest, I'm married, is it really appropriate for two people to discuss these?"

Si Yucheng smiled.

"A adulterer and amateur!"

"Get out!" Yan Qingyu slapped the table violently.

Si Yucheng was in a particularly good mood and looked at her angry look. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the movement outside and his face sank directly.

Mo Li, who received the imperial edict from the palace, walked in directly. When he saw Si Yucheng sitting beside Yan Qingyu, his whole body changed.

"Why are you here?"

"Of course I'm here to congratulate you on being named king." The expression on Si Yucheng's face began to gradually change. Perhaps to please Yan Qingyu, the smelly stone, he became a little more smiling than before.

Although it's a sneer.

Mo Li had a gloomy face and stared at Yan Qingyu on the side, while Yan Qingyu was drinking tea, as if she had seen nothing.

"That's really thankful!" Mo Li whispered to Yan Qingyu, "Princess, come to the palace with me to thank you!"

Yan Qingyu stood up calmly and happily said, "Okay, please wait!"

After Yan Qingyu left, Mo Li came directly to Si Yucheng, slapped the table with a palm, gritted his teeth, "Si Yucheng, don't think you have great magical powers, even the palace is free to come and go, sooner or later you will be caught."

"Let's talk about it when you catch it." Si Yucheng didn't care about the anger of the man in front of him.

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and Si Yucheng said quietly: "Congratulations, you have become the prince!"

"Your Majesty, I want the throne!" Mo Li roared, his eyes flashed by the devil's light. His handsome face was full of anger. He lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "If you don't help me, then get away and don't get close to her again."

"Don't think I don't know what you are trying to do. She is a member of this palace in her life and a ghost in this palace in her life. Don't you think of her!"

Si Yucheng's careless expression seemed to be frozen in an instant by the ice, and his dark green eyes shot towards Mo Li with an arrow-like coldness.

He reached out and pinched Mo Li's neck, and there was no expression on Si Yucheng's face, as if he was looking at a dead person looking at her.

"I have discussed with her a lot of ways to leave you. She chose Heli. I don't mind letting her bear the name of being a husband!"

"You dare!" Mo Li's face turned red.

"Resist, don't you know martial arts? Do you show weakness in front of me and be afraid of death?" Si Yucheng's light-flashing eyes were very similar to those of the ghost fire that only appeared in the summer mass grave.

Mo Li held Si Yucheng's arm with both hands, and his face turned red because of suffocation.

When he thought he would really die, he took action. Yin Han slapped Si Yucheng with a palm, using 70% of his ability.

At the same time, there is no longer any disguise.

Si Yucheng held his wrist and his internal force rushed into Mo Li's body like a wave. At the same time, Si Yucheng frowned.

The internal force of the most yin and cold.

As if he didn't like this feeling very much, Si Yucheng shook Mo Li away directly.

"The internal force of the yin? Who taught you?" Si Yucheng looked down with a high point, his eyes full of coldness.

"What's your business?" Mo Li fell to the ground and coughed heavily. He would really die at that moment. This man would not have any regard for his life and death.

Si Yucheng stretched out his hand, and grabbed the person with a suction force in his palm again. He pulled the person heavily to the ground, facing Mo Li's lower abdomen.

Mo Li was shocked and his eyes were red: "Si Yucheng, what are you going to do?"

"Si Yucheng, let go. If you dare to attack me, I will never let you go!"

Mo Li felt the man's big hand pressing him tightly on his lower abdomen. He was shocked. When he saw Si Yucheng's extremely cold face, he began to struggle as if he was stimulated.

Si Yucheng looked at him coldly, and all the internal force in his palm was released. He saw Mo Li's body twitching and falling. He let out a muffled groan and blood oozed out of his lips.

Si Yucheng stood up

Mo Li curled up his body, a trace of water oozing from his eyes, and he held his stomach and stared at Si Yucheng resentfully, saying word by word, crying and cursing: "Si Yucheng, I will never let you go. You have ruined my martial arts. I will definitely make you worse than death in the future!"

Si Yucheng ignored Mo Li's curse and his eyes were not moved at all.

Yan Qingyu changed her clothes and walked out. She was shocked when she saw Mo Li spitting blood in her mouth.

What's wrong with these two brothers?

Si Yucheng nodded at Yan Qingyu, flashed lightly, and left directly.

Yan Qingyu looked puzzled and walked to Mo Li to see him in pain. She stretched out her hand and subconsciously wanted to help him...

"Get out, get out!" Mo Li roared violently, and he waved Mo Li's hand with a pale face.

Yan Qingyu covered the back of her painful hand and looked at his angry expression and looked at her eyes with a hint of scrutiny.

Mo Li's eyes were full of hatred. He rarely showed such an expression in front of Yan Qingyu, but now when he saw Yan Qingyu, Mo Li's expression was extremely distorted hatred.

"I don't need your fake kindness, get out of here!"

Struggling to get up from the ground, Mo Li knocked down the table on one side and left in a mess.

Siyucheng, Siyucheng, Siyucheng!

Mo Li silently recited Si Yucheng's name and hated him to his bones. His eyes were red, and his beautiful handsome face became distorted because of hatred.

His martial arts were abolished and he became a waste.

He hated, extremely hated!

One day, he will stand up again and let those who deceive him live in disaster.

Mo Li fainted when he walked out of the room. Yan Qingyu walked over, reached out and grabbed his wrist, and was startled.

This is……

My martial arts were destroyed?

Why?

Si Yucheng shouldn't just do such a killer, right? He had never hurt Mo Li so much before, so what happened?

"Come here, invite the imperial physician for the prince!"

Yan Qingyu couldn't quite understand that things were never entangled.

Because Mo Li was named king, Yan Qingyu has now become Princess Li.

Because of the serious injury of Your Majesty, the royal palace has not yet been decided, so Yan Qingyu and the others still live in the prince's palace.

Mo Yan was named the crown prince, and nine thousand years later held a grand event for him according to His Majesty’s order, pursuing the gloomy brought by Mo Yiqing before.

People did not understand what Your Majesty meant, but everyone had to come on the day of the crown prince's enthronement. Seeing Mo Yan, who had become the new crown prince, stand above all officials, people's expressions became particularly strange.

Even the original Sixth Prince's Concubine Yan Hongyu has now become the Crown Princess.

Everything becomes too complicated.

Mo Li was seriously injured. Yan Qingyu did not come to attend the crown prince's enthronement banquet after apologizing to His Majesty. However, there were still many ministers and envoys from various countries came to congratulate him.

No one expected that the sixth prince Mo Yan would benefit from such a big storm.

It is really surprising that a disabled person has taken the position of prince.

Although the banquet was lively, it was a bit depressing. The happiest person was Empress De. Although she lost her backer, Rong Xinhou, her son became the crown prince, and she thought of the crown prince!

Yan Qingyu has no Mo Li around her, and every move seems particularly relaxed. She doesn't have to worry about having a staring openly at her. She basically goes wherever she wants.

Mo Yan, who was wearing a light yellow prince's uterus, couldn't help but follow Yan Qingyu. The sinisterness in his eyes was stronger than the dark clouds before the storm. However, when facing Yan Qingyu, there were a few more distinctive emotions in this sinisterness.

Seeing Yan Qingyu temporarily leaving the banquet, he slowly withdrew his gaze, thinking that his gaze had not been noticed by anyone, but he did not know that his every move had attracted much attention now.

Someone followed his sight and saw Yan Qingyu's back.

The eyes are indescribable and confusing.

Yan Qingyu left the palace banquet for a while, but she didn't expect that there was a tail behind her. Yan Chu had always hated Yan Qingyu because of the last incident. He could not deal with Jiu Qiansui, Si Yucheng, but it was impossible to deal with a weak woman.

After Yan Chu followed Yan Qingyu away from the palace banquet, he bent down casually and picked up a stone from the ground. Seeing Yan Qingyu walking by the lake as if sobering up, the stone in Yan Chu's hand threw it directly towards Yan Qingyu's back.

Yan Qingyu suddenly felt a heavy blow on her back, her legs became weak, and she knelt directly on the ground, supported her hands, and the dark and dark color in her eyes quickly passed by.

Yan Chu found that Yan Qingyu did not fall into the lake, but fell to the ground. He bent down with some dissatisfaction and picked up a stone again, weighed it up and down gently in his hand, controlling the force. Yan Qingyu's calf, who had just stood up, smashed directly over.

The stone wrapped in internal strength is not something that ordinary weak women can deal with.
To be continued...