Just as Feng Feifei was chattering in his mouth, An Fengyin's subordinates surrounded him: "Niangniang, please don't be angry, the saint just suddenly has something to do, and he wants to go out of the palace." Before leaving, he also told him that he would not come back if there was something to do tonight. ”

What the? On the first night of the wedding, you have to miss the appointment? Feng Feifei was stunned for a moment, but suddenly thought quickly in his mind, turned around and walked in the direction of the imperial study.

Seeing Feng Feifei suddenly take a step forward and rampage in An Fengyin's bedroom, everyone heard the words and immediately followed behind.

Regardless of who the saint loves in his heart, but if something happens to Feng Feifei like this, no one will be able to eat and walk around.

Sure enough, Feng Feifei aimed at this point, she took a light step and went in the direction of the imperial study, but the purpose of going was not to read a book.

It's just that she once saw an extremely sharp sword hanging on the snow-white wall of the imperial study, behind the dragon seat screen where An Fengyin was, that is, the legendary Shang Fang Sword.

Now is the day of her wedding with An Fengyin, if she wiped her neck with a sword on the wedding day, if this word spreads...... I'm afraid it will have the effect of stirring up a thousand waves with one stone.

However, she is Feng Feifei, where does she care about that? Since An Fengyin is not kind to her, she should not let him down.

Thinking of this, Feng Feifei lightly hooked his thin lips, quickly walked to the sword, and raised the long knife as soon as he raised his hand, and stretched it out to his neck fiercely.

In an instant, a bloody scar was left on the sharp blade, but after all, it was only scratched on the skin, but it was enough to attract the attention of everyone on the spot.

Just when everyone was in a hurry, Concubine Yun suddenly got the news from nowhere, and hurriedly walked in from the outside of the dormitory.

"Feng Feifei, today is the day of your wedding with the saint, why are you messing around here? Come on, snatch the Shang Fang sword from her hand for me. ”

Concubine Yun was saying, and the people around her hurriedly greeted her, Feng Feifei suddenly felt that her hand was loosened, and she saw that the Shang Fang Sword in her hand was snatched away, she supported her cheeks, and immediately sat on the steps next to the golden throne.

There were tears on his face, the corners of his lips were curled slightly, and his face looked full of grievances.

Looking at Feng Feifei like this, Concubine Yun became even more angry, pointed at her and said, "Feng Feifei, on the wedding day, why don't you see you and the saint?" Instead sitting here? ”

"Holy ......" Feng Feifei continued to sobble and moan for a while, flattened his thin lips, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard the palace guards on the side say: "Emperor Qiqi, the Holy One suddenly said that there was something today, and he would not sleep in the palace at night." Let the mother live in peace by herself and take good care of herself. ”

"What?" Concubine Yun was shocked, clenched her fists, shook her head one after another, and said, "I didn't expect it, how could all this be like this?" ”

Feng Feifei nodded even more on the side, and was about to start denouncing all the unfairness, and even blamed Su Yueshi for all this: "Mother, now Feifei can finally call you that." But the saint, Feifei really can't help it. The wedding night must have given Su Yueshi a chance. If it weren't for her, how could the Holy Lord agree to marry Feng Feifei, but when he turned around, he left the palace again? ”

Just as Feng Feifei was talking in his mouth, he didn't expect that suddenly there was a burst of applause from outside the palace corridor, and the other party walked in from outside the palace corridor with the corners of his mouth lightly.

"It's really wonderful, Feng Feifei, you are incompetent, you can't keep my imperial brother's heart. Why are you blaming others now? The person who had just spoken, listening to the voice of the voice, followed the footsteps and walked over, Feng Feifei didn't need to look but knew who that person was.

It's just that she wonders why that person doesn't let go of her for a long time. Thinking of this, she pursed her lips lightly, and looked at Concubine Yun with more expectation in her eyes.

Concubine Yun nodded, her thin lips lightly, although she looked at Feng Feifei's gaze, obviously stunned, but she deliberately ignored it: "Feng Feifei, in my opinion, Jiahe is right, if I were you, now that I have married the saint, then you should be born a royal person, and die a royal ghost." Even if you do your best and do your best, you should go and snatch the Holy One, and you shouldn't mess around here! ”

"Nonsense," Seeing Concubine Yun's ruthless face when she spoke, Feng Feifei's eyes widened and his thin lips flattened.

Could it be that all the strength she exerted tonight, and the blood she shed was all in vain? No, she'll have to find a way to get it back.

Thinking of this, Feng Feifei suddenly sighed lightly, and explained with grievances: "It's not that I don't work hard, it's just that the Holy Lord didn't explain before leaving." Feng Feifei only learned about it through the mouths of his subordinates. ”

"So what, I'll give it to you now," Concubine Yun was saying, and said to An Jiahe, the county lord behind her, "By the way, let's go." Golden Harvest, I also have something I want to ask you about your upcoming wedding. ”

Hearing this, An Jiahe nodded, and nodded obediently: "Okay, Aunt Huang." ”

Seeing that the county lord of Jiahe followed behind Concubine Yun like this, the two of them sang and harmonized, and left one after another, Feng Feifei sighed lightly, as if she had really become a loner now.

Just as she was sitting helplessly in front of An Fengyin's imperial study, there was immediately a doctor beside her, carrying a medical box in his hand, and surrounded her.

opened his mouth, and he was still full of concern: "Niangniang, you are now married to the saint, and now you have risen directly from the third-grade singing and dancing waiter to the second-grade concubine." The flesh on this body is your own, you don't have to play with a knife to wipe your neck from time to time, after all, this sword is ruthless and does not have eyes. ”

"If you bump somewhere, your hands hurt yourself," the imperial doctor obeyed Concubine Yun's order, and while bandaging the wound on Feng Feifei's neck, the corners of his mouth were hooked.

Fortunately, her injuries this time were not serious, and they were just some flesh wounds.

"Playing with a knife on your neck?" Feng Feifei was stunned, blinking her eyes lightly, she never expected that she would become a joke in the eyes of others, but when she thought of this, she immediately stood up and couldn't help but say angrily: "Come on, drag me out and behead this imperial doctor!" Why do you think that I, Feng Feifei, have really reached the point where even you, a little imperial doctor, can be counted? ”

The imperial doctor was stunned, flattened his mouth and said, "Please spare Concubine De's life, my subordinates are on the orders of Concubine Yun." ”