Chapter 248: When beating a dog, it depends on the owner "My Lord, I have brought the things." At this time, the female guard came back and handed the thing in her hand to Di Ran. Di Ran took it and put it on Ji Yunxie while he was stunned. The fur made of sable was as white as feathers, soft and strong, with rich plush and smooth and glossy color. Ji Yunxie was wrapped in warmth. The furry fur is wrapped around the neck, and the soft and fine fur touches the fair face. She raised her head slightly, her delicate and beautiful face was as white as jade, her eyelashes like butterfly wings trembled, her face gradually became rosy, her black and clear eyes were a little silly and cute, and she was very well-behaved. "A Yue~" Di Ran's eyes were gentle, and he rubbed his silky soft hair: "Are you still cold?" Ji Yunxie shook his head, blinked, and a sweet smile appeared on the corners of his lips.
"Not cold~" "Ah." Di Ran raised his hand and gently touched his head, then remembered something. He turned slowly, raised his cold eyes slightly, and shot a sharp gaze at Ji Lening: "I have heard that the Sixth Prince is arrogant and domineering, and his heart is as vicious as a snake. Today, I have seen it." Hearing this, Ji Lening's face turned pale and instantly became ugly. "presumptuous!" Qinghe beside him was angry, glaring at Di Ran and accusing him. "How dare you slander His Highness and defame His Highness's reputation like this!" Di Ran narrowed his cold eyes slightly: "Who gave you the courage to accuse me?" A powerful pressure came over him, and Qinghe's face turned pale. Di Ran's cold voice came: "Liang An, slap your face!" "what?" Liang An was stunned when his name was called, then reacted. The prince is supporting the young master and giving him a chance to take revenge. Then he smiled and bowed: "Yes!" Liang An turned his head slightly, stood up and walked towards Qinghe. Qinghe's face was pale. He stared at Liang An who was walking towards him, staring at him arrogantly with his usual bullying attitude. "How dare you, slave!" "When beating a dog, you have to look at the owner first. How dare you hit me?"
At first Liang An was a little afraid and retreated, but when he heard Qinghe calling him a lowly slave and looking arrogant, he started to feel a sense of arrogance. Like master, like servant! Thinking of how the young master was bullied by the master and servant, Liang An became furious. "Why shouldn't I dare?" He slapped her in the face. "Snapped!--" Qinghe was stunned as he never thought Liang An would actually dare to fight him. The pain on his face brought him back to his senses immediately. He covered his beaten face and stared at Liang An with vicious eyes. "You actually hit me?!" "Bitch, I'll fight you!" He raised his hand and wanted to slap back. Seeing the slap coming towards him, Liang An didn't react for a moment and just stood there in a daze. Suddenly, a force pulled him backwards. I was caught off guard and fell into a cold embrace. The soft armor made my cheek hurt a little, and a cold fragrance lingered at the tip of my nose. "What are you doing standing there stupidly?" A cold voice came from above. Liang An suddenly woke up from his trance. When he looked up, he was stunned by God's cold and expressionless face. When he found himself in her arms at the moment, his face suddenly turned red. She pushed Di Yi away in panic and hurried back to her master. "Son." Ji Yunxie looked concerned: "Are you okay?" Just now, when he saw Liang An was about to be beaten again, he was so anxious that he wanted to step forward. I just hate that my legs are inconvenient! Fortunately, Di Yi took action and Liang An was fine, so he felt relieved. Liang An's slightly panicked heart relaxed when he touched the young master's worried and concerned expression. He shook his head and smiled, "Sir, I'm fine." Di Yi, who was pushed away, was not angry. He returned to his expressionless look and returned to Di Ran. Liang An was rescued by Di Yi and was fine, but Qinghe was in a miserable state. He tried to hit Liang An back with all his strength, but missed. His feet slipped, and he fell forward, heavily to the ground.
He screamed in pain and his teeth were broken and bleeding. The miserable Qinghe looked up at his own prince: "Your Highness~" (End of this chapter)