Lu Yixuan's whole body stiffened, and when he turned his head, his eyes were not only red but also fierce: "Feng Mingxie, I knew that you were such a bastard, and the courtier's daughter should have resigned in front of His Majesty." "Believe in his ghost, this bastard has calculated everything and deliberately pretends to be in front of her, making her sad and sad, and finally pretending to be a good person to accuse.

Feng Mingxie laughed, his face was pale, but when he smiled, it was like a spring breeze and the moon, and the man opened his hand and fell out of his arms: "Ah Yu, you are reluctant." ”

He knows everything.

Lu Yixuan's tears suddenly fell, and she threw herself into his arms and cried, she didn't need to keep any image in front of this guy.

Knock knock.

Someone knocked on the door gently: "Lord Wang, Lord Yin is here." ”

It's not the right time, Lu Yixuan hurriedly struggled to wipe away her tears and sniffed, her fingertips clutched the small flowers on her cuffs, she naturally knew why Yin He came.

"The lower official heard that the little prince had woken up, so he came to visit." Yin He stepped into the door and bowed, and saw how the Lu family girl standing next to him had red eyes, as soon as he broke off his words, he also realized that it was not the right time, so he had to look at the bed with a smile on the candle flame, Feng Mingxi's face was not good, but his spirit was not sluggish, he was slightly relieved and glanced at Lu Yixuan.

Lu Yixuan took a deep breath and knew that his intention was also very refreshing, the little prince woke up and was unharmed, but a large piece of the stone in his heart fell, even if he really took her to blame now, she had no regrets: "Lord Yin doesn't need to say much, I will go with you." ”

Feng Mingxie also figured out a thing or two from the expressions and words of the two.

Yin He admired this girl's sassy appearance when she did what she said, and his words were said to Feng Ming: "Please rest assured, the lower officials will not treat Miss Lu harshly, just detained." He licked the corners of his lips as if he was trying his best to ask for the man's opinion, after all, the prince of Fengyang didn't nod, and if he wanted to take away this "little princess", he Yin He had to weigh himself.

This is Fengyang, not Shengjing City.

Feng Mingxie raised his eyebrows, although his expression was unblemished, his eyebrows were born affectionate and soft, and now his vanity and the fragrance of flowers outside the courtyard were mixed, and he didn't dare to look at it at a glance, Yin He hurriedly turned his head away.

"Just a watchman?" The man's voice was deep.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"Cheng," Feng Ming said slightly, "then 'detain' her in the palace, and the king himself will 'see' how it goes." The man tilted his head, and a strand of long ink hair slipped down the placket of his pale and graceful neck.

"Huh?" Yin He was stunned.

"Not sure?" The man frowned.

Lord Yin's head shook a rattle: "No, don't dare, don't dare." ”

The little prince raised his sleeves and sighed in a special manner: "Otherwise, you live in this palace, can you 'watch' it in person?" His deliberative tone was really frightening.

The soybean sweat on Lord Yin's head was ticking down, and he hurriedly wiped off the trembling sleeves of his coat, don't look at the little prince as if he was joking, he was obviously poking at his backbone.

"This ...... Since, since the prince is here, what is the official worried about......" Yin He could only laugh dryly, patted his head and quit boringly.

Lu Yixuan tilted his head: "Lord Wang, you are a private thief." She is not polite, although Sheng Jing's documents did not name her Lu Yixuan for what she had committed, but she was indeed burdened with an indescribable life of the Ninth Five-Year Emperor.

Feng Ming's evil jaw is the head, he is powerful and blessed in Fengyang, Lord Yin is not surprised: "What's the matter, isn't this king also a thief." Empress Dowager Li's death also "blamed" him-

Mandarin ducks with the same fate, how wonderful.

Lu Yixuan looked at him with some disgust, but his heart was slightly sour, Feng Mingxie is a very considerate man, he has always empathized with all his grief to you, and said the most absurd and nonsensical words in the most indifferent tone - she sometimes doesn't know how she can be favored.

In the late spring acacia month, the grass and trees are fragrant.

Lu Yixin is more attentive than in Surabaya, her legs and feet are not very convenient and she doesn't like to sit on a small chair and support a cane, as she once said, looking like an annoying useless waste, Mr. Lan sometimes wants to praise and praise but sometimes can't help but complain, yes, as a doctor, for such a disobedient patient, he should indeed knock her on the head.

Although the old gentleman is from Beirong, he is proficient in the history and customs of the two countries, and chatting with him is a broadening of his horizons and heart, occasionally Mr. Lan will talk about the past, he has an almost obsessive joy for the man Feng Mingxi, and the old things are vividly in his mind - Oh, can you imagine, more than ten years ago, the weak-crowned young man went to Fengsha Pass single-handedly to offer a dark Chen Cang, the old man has never seen a young man with such courage and - he paused, and his heart was ruthless.

Feng Ming's evil colorful feathers and brilliant and contemptuous eyebrows, every word he said was crying and bleeding, but it was like a lover's charming murmur, and then, killing people without blood.

Mr. Lu Yixin sat under the flower tree and drank lightly.

The old man's expression was a little confused, and he couldn't help but go to the small room whenever he mentioned Feng Mingxie, the man was too affectionate and righteous, but he hid all his sins and burdens in his heart, smiled and said nothing.

"Hetugia, do you know?" Lu Yixuan asked suddenly, she remembered that the little prince of Beirong broke into Pheasant Xin City and almost died in Huangsha just to see someone.

Who that person is, it goes without saying, Feng Ming is evil.

Mr. Lan's gaze couldn't help but dodge, and he pondered for a moment before saying, "That kid has been asking for many years, and the old man can't tell him that the old khan can only die of illness in the royal court." "Mr. Lan was the one in the army at that time, and he had to hide everything," but he was a smart man, and he sometimes felt that he was ...... He is so much like a prince. ”

The boy also reminded Mr. Lan of Feng Mingxie back then, so he became Hetujiya's benefactor and the teacher of the next little khan.

"If Hetugia had known, she would have done everything she could to get revenge." Mr. Lan sighed, that little prince had actually seen the clues, and he might have guessed what happened ten years ago, Feng Mingxie was the culprit who killed the old khan, and he was divided into corpses and bones, and no one could forget such a humiliation.

Lu Yixuan's eyelashes drooped but she didn't have any fear, and in the face of the hatred of foreign races, she also had the same blood hatred in her heart: "For so many years, the prince has also been tortured," she clenched her fingertips and gritted her teeth, "If there is a chance, I will never show mercy." "Le Muqin killed her eldest brother, Ah Shan killed her father, the Beirong assassin injured Feng Mingxi, the silver needle in the body wandered uncertainly, and the pillow was ordered by the Beirong royal family, this foreign race has an indelible hatred and injustice in Lu Yixuan's heart.

Mr. Lan was silent, his fingers pinched the teacup and weighed it: "I came to Fengyang City for three years, and I don't know if I can survive the next three years." "He is already old, and he may not be able to be an emperor for a long time, and what he wants to say more is that Feng Mingxie's illness may not last for the next three years.

Lu Yixuan's heart was suffocated, she knew what Mr. Lan meant, but she didn't dare to answer or ask, she remembered the silver needle that Jiang Junyi had taken out of Feng Mingxie's body, dripping with blood, she remembered the tiredness and fatigue of the man when he was sick, those exhaustion, life and death, her fingertips moved, and "clang" knocked over the tea cup on the case.

The ticking under the stone table, the cry of the green warbler on the flower tree, and the spring color passing through Lu Yixuan's face, made her feel that the current time was all stolen.

Three days later, in the middle of the night, Mr. Lan left for the post.

He can't stay in Fengyang City for a long time, Ah Shanji died in Dayan, although the news is blocked, it will soon cause suspicion within Beirong, and the King of Jin of the Dayan Dynasty also colluded with foreigners to die in Fengyang, and soon all the eyes will focus here, and he must rush back to Beirong to deal with the aftermath.

Lu Yixuan sent him to the city gate, and Captain Luo saw them and hurriedly turned his head and withdrew to guard.

Mr. Lan stopped the carriage and lifted the curtain: "Miss Lu......" He wanted to say and stopped, as if he really wanted to say something but didn't know what to say, they were not enemies or friends, and their status was special, the old man hesitated for a long time, and finally just hugged his fists and said firmly, "Take care, please also ask the prince, take care." ”

If you have the opportunity, you may be looking forward to the next meeting, and I hope you and I will not meet on the battlefield.

This is the last and most humble request.

Mr. Lan's carriage was far away, and only the sound of the wheels reflected the bright moon in the sky.

Lu Yixin had mixed feelings, when she returned to the palace, the little maids were already waiting at the door, to be honest, this made Lu Yixing strange and unaccustomed, everyone in the courtyard was careful with her like a hostess, and never restricted her actions, oh, where do you like the slaves and maids to accompany you, Lu Yixing choked and waved her hand again and again, she is a "prisoner", how can she live more chic than a free person?

Occasionally, Lord Yin would come to the door and say that there was an urgent matter in Shengjing City, as if two days ago, the little prince heard that he rushed to the prefect's yamen regardless of his illness, and even Mr. Lan couldn't send him off when he left the city today.

Lu Yixin replaced the "friendship of landlords".

It's just that Feng Mingxie has disappeared for a few days, yes, it's strange to miss it, does that guy eat and take medicine on time, does he feel unwell, will he be too tired and his condition is repeated, Lu Yiyun is worried, but he can't wait to be by his side and watch all the time.

Let's see, who's looking at whom.

She didn't go out of the door all day long, didn't she just want to wait for the bastard man to come back, as if she was looking forward to her husband who was going out to return home as soon as possible and enjoy the reunion, Lu Yixuan couldn't help twitching the corners of her eyes when she thought of this, when did she become so frightened, and asked that guy to take him away.

The little girl's leg injury has improved a lot, and there are many rare medicinal herbs in the palace, but she can't use brute force, and she grins with easy pain when she gets strong, she touched her knee, and the redness, swelling and purple bruising have not disappeared.

Jingle bell, suddenly, there is a sound of neck outside the house, the Qingniu BMW has stopped at the gate, and Lu Yixin knows who it is without looking back.

Feng Xiao Wangye.