It has been nearly a few hours since he got the letter of resignation, and Feng Beiying has read almost every word hundreds of times. Feng Yanyi's previous ink treasures were scattered messily on the table and on the ground. Feng Beiying checked Feng Qiyi's handwriting and checked the handwriting on the letter of resignation word by word. One stroke at a time, even if it was a subtle writing habit that Feng Yiyi had never paid attention to, Feng Beiying refused to let it go, and carefully checked it repeatedly. Until he couldn't find any flaws at all, Feng Beiying waved his sleeves angrily and scattered all the papers on the ground, unable to hold it anymore.

The room was full of papers, and Feng Beiying sat weakly beside the collapse, pillowing on the edge of the collapse, and a cold feeling swept over. The loneliness she once felt enveloped her again, only this time, she was not accompanied by Feng Yiyi. Even the air was getting too cold.

Maybe he was too tired, and the picture of being with Feng Yiyi gradually appeared in front of Feng Beiying's eyes. I still remember that afternoon, the two of them sat on the soft couch in the pavilion in the mansion, sipping tea and chatting about interesting things they had encountered. At that time, Feng Yanyi was not a mature and stable son who tried his best to maintain elegance, and Feng Beiying also unloaded the burden in his heart, revealing his true cute nature, and they talked happily. That was the first time Feng Beiying opened up to him, and only with him.

The scene suddenly shifted to the scene of Feng Yanyi quietly writing in the study. That was when Feng Yanyi was the most tired, and many official documents needed to be reviewed by him, and he hadn't closed his eyes for several nights. Feng Beiying was by his side, changing the burned candles for him and helping him make tea to wake him up. It seems that as long as you can be by his side, you can do anything.

In her memory, Feng Beiying can't forget that time when he combed her hair. In front of the vanity mirror, Feng Beiying's ink hair poured out, and his cheeks were crimson. Feng Yanyi stood behind her and groomed her rustically, and was afraid of hurting her, so she had to clumsily study how to do it repeatedly. Looking at his cute expression in the mirror, Feng Beiying couldn't help laughing. Feng Yanyi squatted down, held her hand tightly, and made a promise to "hold the hand of the son and grow old with the son". Looking at his sincere eyes, Feng Beiying's heart was occupied by him.

There are really few pictures with him, and some happiness has not had time to enjoy it, and it has been crushed by many last resorts. If she had to do it again, she would never let it pass.

Feng Beiying quietly stared ahead, and simply curled up his body. The tears in the corners of his eyes had dried up, and only his red and swollen eyes still refused to admit it. Her intellect told her that it was the case, but emotions wouldn't allow her to believe it. Countless thoughts fought in her head, and she frowned tightly and fell into a deep sleep.

I don't know how long it took for Qiao Ning to come here. When I opened the door, I saw a room full of papers and Feng Beiying, who was leaning against the collapse and sleeping. Qiao Ning was stunned by the appearance in front of her, she had never seen Feng Beiying look so embarrassed. In her cognition, Fengbei Image is the existence of a female warrior, strong, not to be outdone, and there is no word "yield" in her world. And now, the Fengbei shadow in front of her is lost and pitiful.

Qiao Ning immediately walked over and helped her up. When she first met her, she seemed to lose her previous alertness and became vulnerable.

"Beiying, what's wrong with you?" Qiao Ning called out to her uneasily.

Feng Beiying slowly opened his bloodshot eyes, and Qiao Ning was even more surprised. Feng Beiying just looked at Qiao Ning, and forced himself to endure the pain and barely pulled out a smile, "Ning'er, I don't want me anymore!" ”

Qiao Ning saw her so uncomfortable, and her heart seemed to be pinched, "How come?" What's going on? ”

Feng Beiying closed his eyes and pointed weakly to the ground over there. Following her hand, Qiao Ning walked over and saw the letter of resignation. She carefully read the contents of the letter of resignation several times, thought for a while, and then walked to Feng Beiying with the book of resignation.

"Beiying, have you seen it carefully? Is this handwriting really the prince's? Qiao Ning asked.

"I looked through all his ink treasures and checked them carefully many times, it was his real handwriting!" Feng Beiying said expressionlessly.

"Beiying, listen to me. Handwriting can be forged, but can't we use a computer to make it? Besides, I heard Yun Han say that there is a Mr. Xun in the rivers and lakes who is good at imitating other people's handwriting, and even the subtle parts can be perceived, which is enough to confuse the real with the fake. Qiao Ning said firmly, word by word.

Feng Beiying's eyes finally emitted a little light, "Really? But this mudra is indeed clothed. ”

"Maybe it's the mastermind behind the scenes who kidnapped the prince and forced him to press his handprint, which is used to confuse you!" As a bystander, Qiao Ning analyzed the clues of the matter.

Feng Beiying was silent for a long time, and the look in his eyes slowly returned to his original firmness and strength. After listening to Qiao Ning's analysis, she suddenly became enlightened, and some things became clear in an instant. Qiao Ning was still able to trust him like this, as his wife, how could he give him the death penalty in vain for his feelings? Yan Yi has a deep affection for herself, how could she not know! Coupled with the fact that he has repeatedly risked his life to protect himself, how can he not trust him!

After reorganizing his thoughts, Feng Beiying became more and more firm in his thoughts. It's just that in the current situation, she can roughly know that Feng Yanyi has fallen into the hands of thieves. At the beginning, he and Qiao Ning Yunhan were looking for Lan Yuzhu together, so that he was left alone and held hostage. No matter what, she's going to get him out.

"By the way, Ning'er, you just came back, have you heard anything? Since the mastermind behind the scenes forced Yan Yi to write me a letter of resignation, he must be outside to monitor my every move at this time, have you found anything? Feng Beiying calmed down and wittily guessed the enemy's purpose.

"When Yun Han and I were looking for Blue Raindrops, we tracked down a team of people, they were well-trained and all of them were extraordinary, but their goal was not Blue Raindrops, I think maybe they captured the prince." Qiao Ning said as he recalled the events of that night.

Feng Beiying was a little uneasy, there were mysterious people who wanted her life before, and they had killed her many times. This forced clothes to write a letter of resignation is also to make himself miserable. Who hated her so much that he tried everything to torture him? This person can always seize the opportunity to make a move, and he was also unable to guard against it before. Could it be that he knows his whereabouts? Or is it someone who knows you very well?

Feng Beiying didn't dare to think about it anymore, she was afraid that she would implicate many important people again, so she had to face it. Nowadays, rescuing the garment is a top priority, and one more day of delay is dangerous for one day. Feng Beiying cautiously discussed the next step with Qiao Ning. This time, she won't let anyone hurt her.