Chapter 887: Touched her cheek lightly

The Fourteenth Master saw Wu muttering to himself, and hugged him in his arms heartily and comforted him.
Immediately afterwards, like an enemy, he angered the Wanyan clan and said, "Shut up, please!"
"Master is really capricious, thinking everyone is used to you like Concubine De concubine. This mouth is on me, why should I shut up."
As she said, she smiled sullenly: "Don’t you say that I can’t get out of this door? Then I’ll tell you that this house is too grieving. Even if I stay, the child may not be able to keep it. You want to make mistakes because of your children. Why don't I solve the children in my belly now!"
After speaking, she clenched fists with both hands, ready to beat her belly desperately.
But when he hit the clothes, his strength stopped halfway through.
Somehow, she turned to caress her belly uncontrollably.
She is not Wu family, so she is so cruel to treat the child like this.
This is a living life.
A life growing up in her belly.
"Why, didn't you just threaten the Lord, saying that you want to solve the child in your belly?" The boy's cold voice sounded above her head.
Wanyan raised his head and found the Fourteenth Master and the minion. He didn't know when they came to her.
"Master, what is it? I suddenly changed my mind and wanted to give birth to the baby." She sneered back.
"Give birth?" The young man approached step by step, and his voice suddenly became several times louder. He roared furiously: "When you are what you are, you don't want to go on well when the master gives you a face. Now it's fine to expose Wu's scars here. , Also looks terrific, huh?"
As he said, he vigorously pinched the woman's neck with his left hand, and touched her cheek with his right hand.
"Some women give birth to their father, and there is no shortage of you Wanyan. Since you don't want this child, the father will help you solve it."
He hated her the way she didn't care about anything.
As if he begged her to stay, begged her to have a baby.
Then he let go of the woman and sat down on the armchair beside her.
Thin lips lightly opened, and coldly ordered: "Come here, give Wanyan's depravity soup!"
It is not so much an order as it is a roar.
The reckless and impulsive voice rolled like Shen Lei, shaking the whole floor trembling, and the echo also drifted far and wide above the mansion.
At this moment, the reason in his heart was completely replaced by hostility and anger.
Despite his full posture, no one dared to step forward to give medicine.
Everyone just knelt on the ground, trembling not to speak.
After all, what Fujin carries in his belly is the seed of Aixinjueluo, the heir of the emperor!
The Fourteenth Master is now looking at his anger, but if the anger passes and regrets it, they will suffer as slaves.
In addition, if the concubine de concubines in the palace knew, would they still want their heads?
Upon seeing this, the Fourteenth Master gave the doctor a cold glance, "Aren't you going to prepare medicine?"
Listening to this, it means that Wanyan's medicine must be filled no matter what.
Because the fourteenth master's eyes were too sharp, the doctor had to follow suit.
At this time, seeing a house of minions afraid to step forward, Wu stopped frantic.
She cried and said with rain: "Master Fourteen, don’t be impulsive. Although Fujin killed my child and your child, she is your own flesh and blood in her belly. She just threatened to come. Why should you take it seriously."
Listen, these words sound like they are persuading the Fourteenth Master, but which sentence is not adding fuel to it.
Sure enough, Master Fourteen suddenly couldn't sit still.
He walked in front of Wanyan again and squeezed her chin, forcing her mouth to become an "O" shape.
The boy's eyes were like raging fire, staring at the deformed face in his hands.
The thin lips outlined a cold arc, and the corners of the mouth that turned up slightly revealed a sneer.
"Since the slave dare not do anything to you, I have to do it myself."
As he said, he opened his palm to the side.
The doctor tremblingly handed him a white porcelain bowl.
In that bowl, there was a black-brown decoction for the fallen child.
After taking it, the sneer at the corner of his mouth rose even more.
The eyes just looked at the face in the palm of the hand, seeing the panic in her eyes, it was like looking at the dying little pet, not his woman, her Fujin.
At this moment, the boy's heartlessness seemed to have never been entangled with her-in sorrow.
Then, he slowly brought the medicine bowl close to her chin and placed it on her lower lip.
Wanyan was squinting at the concoction in the bowl, and the porcelain bowl was pressed against her chin, a little hot.
The strong smell of herbs rushed into the tip of her nose, making her stomach nauseous.
"vomit......"
When she was vomiting, the teenager opened the bowl a little.
"I know you'll do a little trick, don't want to drink, and don't have to retching in front of my master." He put the porcelain bowl on the tip of his nose and sniffed, quite enjoyable: "My master thinks this medicine is quite fragrant. It is the fragrance of various Chinese herbal medicines."
Wan Yan looked at the boy in front of him, no matter how handsome his cheeks were, he was like a cold-blooded demon at this moment.
Even if he cold her before, he was still that reckless and straightforward teenager.
But today, he scared her mercilessly.
There seemed to be a scarlet fire in his eyes.
All the way, it burned to the bottom of her heart, tearing her heartbeat.
She seems...never know him like this.
She didn't have the heart to attack the child in her belly, but he was so cruel!
Wan Yan shook his head, tearfully said: "I...I don't want to drink this medicine. I was angry before. For the sake of our husband and wife, you will let me go. Child, all right?"
"Okay, it's okay if you don't want to drink medicine, and you can stay and give birth to your father obediently." The young man spoke in a good manner.
"Could you... let me go... let me go home..." Her voice was so small that it could be blown away by a gust of wind.
But the boy still heard it.
Suddenly, his handsome cheeks looked ugly.
The anger in his eyes rekindled, and the blue veins on the temples jumped suddenly.
The long backlog of patience finally erupted like a volcano at this moment, completely losing his mind.
"Let you go? How can there be such a light thing!" He brought the porcelain bowl closer to the cherry sip again, "Come on, don't be afraid, drink this medicine, and I will let you out. After you go back, you will be fine when you lie down. , It's a big deal to shed some blood, and you won't die."
Every word of the young man seemed to be a life-destructive ghost in Wanyan's ears.
She closed her red lips and shook her head desperately to resist.
But the snow-white porcelain bowl had reached his mouth, and he tilted the mouth of the bowl and poured it straight into her mouth.
Because her lips were tightly closed, the dark brown concoction flowed down her lips, down her cheeks and neck.
Seeing that she didn't open her mouth, the boy pinched her cheeks vigorously.
Wan Yan gritted his teeth and refused to open his mouth.
But the young man has been practicing martial arts all year round, and her strength is beyond her ability.
Gradually, her cheeks and gums were really painful.