After Marrying the Disabled Crown Prince of the Enemy Country

Suddenly plunged into darkness, Yang Heng didn't realize what happened, his back was already cold.

what happened? He was clearly playing with the beauty, the little beauty had a seductive figure, and her cheeks were half-covered. He finally hugged her and fell on the spacious bed...

Then I rolled inwards twice, and I didn't realize that my body suddenly vacated and fell straight down...

who? Who is counting on him?

Yang Heng stood up, took a few breaths, and the elegant aroma drifted into his nose and mouth. He shouted loudly, "How dare you! Do you know who the master is..."

The voice became weaker, and he was startled that his body became softer and softer, and even his throat seemed to be blocked. The erected body could not help but fall to the ground, and the fear exploded in the scalp in an instant!

"Haw-"

With a clear cry, the dark room was lit with bright candlelight. Yang Heng raised his eyes and saw a lot of hedgehogs appearing out of nowhere, rushing towards him like crazy!

Five, ten? more than. He saw that there were almost dozens of them...

Yang Heng's body has been paralyzed, but his consciousness is very clear, and the outline of a hedgehog is printed in the scarlet turbid pupils.

Then, the melodious sound of the flute reached his ears.

really! Someone is going to kill him!

Yang Heng didn't understand the rhythm, but these hedgehogs seemed to understand. The hedgehogs tore his limbs apart with the sound of the flute and spread out on the ground, like a "big" character.

This kind of taste of being played with by animals, it is better to smear his neck directly!

Suddenly, the sound of the flute became rapid. The hedgehogs hovering around his limbs gathered in an instant, and then slammed down towards him, Yang Heng's pupils froze—

He knew he was done.

The originally blocked throat was torn apart in the dull pain, and a scream was made... But the group of hedgehogs were indifferent, they only listened to the flute.

The flute doesn't stop, they don't stop.

Soon, Yang Heng was unaware of the severe pain in his lower body. All that was left was numbness and a strong smell of blood. It was his own blood. And there was a wetness on the lips. . . .

Oh, it turned out to be his tears...

Before he passed out, Yang Heng's chest heaved up and down, he just hoped that it was all just a nightmare and that it would be fine when he woke up. If it wasn't for a dream, he hoped that he would never wake up.

The pleasing roar in the secret room disappeared, leaving only the slight bite of the hedgehog.

Huo Du put down the white jade flute, An Xuan stood aside, and pushed open the iron door. The pungent **** smell wafted out instantly, making people frown involuntarily.

The little hedgehogs happily ran to Huo Du's feet, circled around the white jade wheelchair, and a few more were lying on Huo Du's boots with their heads held high as if they were asking for credit.

These hedgehogs are not ordinary hedgehogs. They live on blood and are called blood hedgehogs. Excited after drinking blood.

Huo Du raised his feet in disgust, and the little guys had a lot of blood on them—

Dirty blood from dog stuff.

"Take it and wash it."

The person feeding the blood hedgehog took the lead, shook the bell in his hand, and the little hedgehog followed the bell and left obediently.

The wheelchair slowly entered the secret room, and the heart that had been suffocated for a day was finally relieved. Huo Du hooked his lips, admiring his masterpiece—

The man with the **** lower body still had tears left on his face due to fear and pain.

Gee, so pretty.

Huo Du raised his foot and kicked Yang Heng's face, his peach blossom eyes twitched slightly, "Trash."

His little fox, the little fox who dared to give him a reminder, was actually frightened by such a thing and had a high fever, and even the wound on his shoulder burst...

Thinking of this, the smile in his eyes disappeared, and he couldn't help but intensify his feet, crushing Yang Heng's face.

"Your Highness, or the old rules?" An Xuan asked.

"No." Thin lips parted lightly, Huo Du said, "Throw it back to the door of Yang's residence."

An Xuan frowned slightly, a little puzzled.

Your Highness actually wants to stay alive? It is rare.

Huo Du glanced at the ground, curled his lips and smiled—

It's not enough to just play dead. He had to save Yang Heng's life for the little fox to play with.

"Don't let the wise commander Yang die."

As soon as the words came out, Huo Du suddenly felt lost.

Now there is no commander Yang, it is Eunuch Yang.

laugh.

Prince's Mansion.

It was late at night, but the bedroom was brightly lit.

Le Zhi copied it over and over again, carefully comparing which one was the most similar to Huo Xu's handwriting. She lowered her eyes for a serious comparison, her eyebrows frowned slightly, and she didn't even notice Huo Du entering the room.

The wheelchair slowly approached Le Zhi's side, and a laugh sounded, "As expected of a childhood sweetheart, a true image of handwriting."

Huo Du picked up the stationery beside him, looked at the contents on it, and smiled softly—

It turned out that she had this idea.

Sadly, people are dead.

He shook his head sadly, crumpled the letter paper in his hand, and threw it on the table...

"You!" Le Zhi's eyes narrowed and she stood up in anger.

What the **** is wrong with this guy!

Lezhi unfolded the letter in distress, but the crumpled letter could never be restored to its new state. She bit her lip and her hands were shaking with anger!

She was pressed for time, and she had to write the letter as quickly as possible, so she practiced over and over again. But now, most of them were easily destroyed by this lunatic.

Le Zhi clenched his fist, took a few deep breaths, and recited three times in his heart: Don't care about lunatics, don't care about lunatics, don't care about lunatics!

Glancing at him quickly, Le Zhi rubbed the corners of his eyes with his fingertips, sat down and continued to write with his pen.

Huo Du likes to see Le Zhi's anger and dare not speak, the more she is like this, the more he wants to tease her. Raising her hand, she pulled out the piece of paper she was writing on, and rolled it into a ball again.

"Has Your Highness played enough?" Le Zhi put down the pen heavily and said through gritted teeth.

"Write something else."

Le Zhi was speechless, so he had to stretch out his hand to hold Huo Du's hand and speak patiently, with a coaxing tone in his tone, "Don't make trouble, Your Highness, I must write this letter tonight. How about tomorrow? Tomorrow I will write to His Highness again, I can write anything!"

"Not good." Huo Du said in a low voice.

Le Zhi lowered his head and pursed his lips in dissatisfaction—

How can this person not enter the oil and salt!

"Don't you just want to arrange to kill someone." Huo Du's tone was casual, with great disdain, "Writing so many times, what's the matter?"

Lezhi raised his head sharply—

when! Of course! to! At!

What she wanted to kill was the deputy commander of the Divine Wing Army, not just any chicken or duck. As long as there is a mistake in one link, it may lead to failure.

"Just want to kill Yang Heng?"

Le Zhi murmured, "His Royal Highness said that Huo Xu's affairs are up to me."

She didn't intend to hide this from Huo Du. First, Huo Du said that he would let her toss, and secondly, she could see that Huo Du didn't bother to care about these things, and she didn't think that Huo Du cared about anything.

But tonight, he wants to make trouble!

"Lezhi." Huo Du curled his lips, "Come and hug me."

For a moment, Le Zhi thought he had auditory hallucinations, "What, what?"

"Come and hug me."

Although he didn't know what Huo Du was going to play again, Le Zhi reluctantly sat on his lap, hugged him perfunctorily, and then got ready to stand up.

Huo Du sneered lightly, pulled the person into his arms, and tightly wrapped her waist. Then approach the mahogany table, unfold a new letter, hold Lezhi's hand and pick up the fine...

The tip of the pen was lightly dipped in ink, and familiar words fell on the paper.

In a short time, a letter was written.

Lezhi's cherry lips parted slightly.

This handwriting is exactly the same as Huo Xu's, and even the few words that she wrote a while ago are not different now!

Joy flooded into his heart, Le Zhi turned to face Huo Du, the joy in his eyes was about to overflow—

This lunatic is quite righteous, so he wanted to help her!

Wrapping his hands around his neck, Le Zhi obediently rubbed his cheek against Huo Du's neck, then said sincerely, "Thank you..."

Huo Du hummed lightly.

Just now, he was reluctant, but now it's easy to do it.

Oh, hypocritical woman.

"You earned it."

"Huh?" Le Zhi raised her head and blinked, a little puzzled.

Huo Du didn't answer, he just raised his hand and put his hand on the back of Le Zhi's head, pressing it lightly to let her continue to stick to him, "Hold tighter."

Resting his chin on her head, he stroked her crow with one hand. Huo Du began to think seriously—

After a busy night, I got a hug and an understated thank you.

It's really... a loss-making business.