After leaving the Qingji Palace, Feng Qingfang had been wandering around in a depressed manner, and when she thought of Mu Liancheng's ugly face when she left, her heart ached for a while, what was the right thing to do?

I thought about this question for a long time and didn't think of an answer, and finally sighed a few times.

At this moment, a voice full of shock came from behind him: "Feng Qingyi? How did you end up here? ”

When I looked back, I saw Mingjing, who was dressed in a fuchsia dress, walking over quickly in astonishment.

Feng Qingfang kept his composure, and bowed slightly: "The slave maid is the princess of the protector." ”

Mingjing continued to ask, "Aren't you missing?" How did you suddenly appear in the palace? You're finally back to rob me of the emperor, aren't you? Why are you coming back? Why not simply ...... "die outside?"

She didn't say the last few words, mainly because she was worried that the wall had ears, and in the end, when it reached Mu Liancheng's ears, she would be even more disgusted by him.

Of course, Feng Qingyan still understood what she wanted to express, and secretly laughed coldly, and said in his heart, even if I don't come back, the emperor will not be yours.

"The princess recognized the wrong person, the slave maid is not the third lady of the Feng family, just a new palace maid, the slave maid's surname is Feng, and her name is gentle."

"The wind is light?" Mingjing looked at her twice, and then noticed that she was now dressed as a palace maid, and the expression and temperament she showed were very different from Feng Qing's arrogance.

But even so, in the face of this face that was exactly the same as Feng Qing's madness, she didn't believe that they were not the same person.

"What are you doing? Think you're a palace maid dressed as a palace maid? And to prevaricate Princess Ben with such an ugly name, do you really think I'm a fool? ”

Ugly? The wind was very unconvinced and puffed out his cheeks, how literary and artistic is this name? She actually said it was ugly?

"The slave maid is really a palace maid, if the princess still doesn't believe it, she can ask the emperor."

Mingjing saw that she was so calm, full of anger when she spoke, without any trace of weakness, and couldn't help but be a little shaken, so she asked again: "Are you really not Feng Qingmad?" ”

"No," Feng shook his head lightly, "However, the princess is not the first to mistake the slave maid for the third girl Fengsan, Song Gongzi has mistaken it once before, and the slave and maid are used to it." ”

"Really? When you say Song Gongzi, you mean Song Yifeng, the son of Taifu? Mingjing asked suspiciously.

Feng Qingfang wanted to lead Mingjing to Song Yifeng, she knew that Song Yifeng would cover for herself, so as to eliminate the suspicion in Mingjing's heart.

"It's that Song Gongzi."

Mingjing stared at Feng Qingfang for a long time before he looked away and turned around and returned to the Windward Palace.

The reason why she came to the Middle Palace was because she saw that Mu Liancheng had not shown up for a long time, and guessed that he should still be near the dormitory, so she wanted to meet him privately before the banquet to improve the relationship.

Since that drugging incident, she has basically not seen Mu Liancheng again, and she really can't restrain the longing in her heart, and she really wants to see him up close.

But I didn't expect my sweetheart to see it, but I saw my rival.

That woman said she was a palace maid, hmph, she didn't believe it! How can there be two people in this world who look so alike?

When I returned to the Windward Hall, the banquet had already begun, and the hall was full of laughter and the sound of silk and bamboo orchestras, which was quite lively.

Mingjing moved his gaze, searched for Song Yifeng's figure, and walked straight over.

"Song Gongzi, I have a few words I want to tell you, can you move outside?"

Song Yifeng was watching the singing and dancing, and was suddenly disturbed, so he was naturally very unhappy, but he still maintained his due demeanor and said with a smile: "Of course." ”

When the two came to the outside of the hall, they could finally hear each other clearly.

Mingjing asked straight to the point: "Feng Qingmad has returned to the capital, hasn't he?" ”

"Miss Fengsan?"

Song Yifeng secretly thought quietly, he did see Feng Qingmad, but she was unwilling to admit her identity, even the emperor played a round for her, obviously the girl's identity could not be revealed for the time being, then, of course, he couldn't say it.

"Speaking of that girl, I haven't seen her for a long time, it is said that she is missing, and there is still no news, why, the princess just said that she is back? I don't know who you're listening to? ”

"I saw it with my own eyes, and it's in the Middle Palace." Mingjing observed the other party's expression, not letting go of the slightest change.

Song Yifeng suddenly realized and said with a smile: "Oh, I know, you're talking about the palace maid named Gentle, right?" She's just a handmaiden, who is Miss Fengsan? I also admitted it before, but it was quickly confirmed by the emperor that she was not Feng Qingfang at all. ”

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, what reason do I have to lie to you?" Song Yifeng smiled openly, which is indeed very convincing.

Therefore, Mingjing began to believe.

"But then again, the princess doesn't have any friendship with Feng Qingyan, right? Why are you interested in her business? Song Yifeng suddenly asked, his smile becoming a little strange.

Mingjing's heart was weak, and he hurriedly avoided his gaze and explained: "I heard that Feng Qingfang disappeared earlier, and today I saw a person who looked like her in the palace, and I was just curious for a while. ”

Song Yifeng asked again: "Then why did you go to the Middle Palace?" That's where the emperor lives, and you can't set foot in it without an edict, right? ”

"I ......" Mingjing didn't know how to answer, and his neck was red in a hurry, "This is the princess's business, it's not your turn to care!" ”

Then he ran back to the Windward Temple.

Song Yifeng smiled and followed leisurely with a folding fan.

Back in his seat, he enjoyed the song and dance while drinking, quite leisurely, however, for some reason, his attention was always drawn to the lilac figure diagonally opposite.

Liang Yushu has lived in the princess's mansion for a few months, and it has long been known to everyone, many people think that Mu Ziyan will definitely marry Liang Yushu in the future, and can only marry him, basically Liang Yushu has become a recognized five horses.

Song Yifeng always thought that Liang Yushu could not be entrusted with his life, and suspected that saving Mu Ziyan that time was a scene he played, and even suspected that he was blind.

But it's a pity that he has no evidence, no one will believe it, and Mu Ziyan is already convinced of Liang Yushu, no matter what others say, it's useless.

Besides, he had said before that he would no longer care about the matter between Mu Ziyan and Liang Yushu, and there was really no need to worry about it, but he didn't expect that it would be far more difficult than he imagined to completely ignore this idle matter.

Song Yifeng held the wine glass, his eyes stayed on Mu Ziyan, and he gradually became distracted, until the other party also looked up, he came back to his senses and hurriedly looked away.

After this day, Feng Qingyan never saw Mu Liancheng again.

In the blink of an eye, a few months passed, and in the early summer, even Mama Wu felt that Feng Qingfang had no hope of making a fortune, and gradually recovered her former violent face.

Without special treatment, Feng Qingmad is tired of becoming a dog every day, and her heart is bitter, but she is optimistic by nature, and she can still enjoy hardship, so she will not feel too difficult.

What really worries her is Mu Liancheng's attitude towards herself.

She often worries about whether Mu Liancheng has been completely disappointed in her, and whether she will keep leaving her in the Huanyi room, so that she can only leave the palace at the age of twenty-five like other palace maids.

Or, will she be trapped in the palace for the rest of her life in order to take revenge on her? She doesn't want to be like Mama Wu in the future, becoming a grumpy, empty and lonely old woman.

That night, Feng Qingfang tossed and turned in bed with a sad mood, unable to sleep.

Summer came, and the house gradually became a little stuffy, and since she couldn't sleep, she simply put on her coat and went outside to breathe.

Today's moonlight is beautiful, and the silver glow is sprinkled in the vast dark night, creating a hazy beauty.

Feng Qingfang walked around the yard slowly, sometimes a breeze blowing on her face, bringing bursts of floral fragrance, and her depressed mood was finally relieved a little.

With such a beautiful scenery, it would be nice to have a small wine to drink, but unfortunately the Huanyi room at this time is not even tea, let alone wine.

In the end, she could only sigh.

Just as he was about to sit at the bluestone table for a while, there was a sound of footsteps behind him, and Feng Qingfang immediately looked for prestige, but saw a figure coming from the moonlight.

"Sister Mei? Why did you come out too? ”

The other party shook the wine jug in his hand and said with a smile: "It's too stuffy in the house, I can't sleep, come out to breathe, what about you?" ”

"Me too." Feng replied with a friendly smile.

In the past few months, she and Sister Mei have been safe and sound, so they can still say a few words when they meet.

Sister Mei raised her head and took two sips of wine, sat down while wiping her mouth, and then handed the wine jug to Feng Qingfang.

"Seeing that you are so pitiful, I will give you two sips."

Feng Qingfang smelled the aroma of wine just now, and was about to ask for it, but he didn't expect the other party to be so generous suddenly, so he took the wine jug and poured a few mouthfuls into his stomach.

"Thank you."

"No, this wine isn't for you anyway." Sister Mei showed a weird smile when she took back the wine jug.

"What do you mean?" Feng Qingfang's heart was cold, he smelled a hint of danger, and quickly stood up, but his head was lacking and he suddenly felt dizzy, and then his limbs were weak, and he immediately sat back down.

"You drugged your wine?"

Sister Mei laughed proudly: "Yes, you are so cunning and capable, if you don't take the medicine first, how can you be restrained?" ”

Feng Qingfang really regretted that his intestines were green at the moment, why was he so unkind, and he actually fell in love with Sister Mei's way?

"What do you want to do?"

"What? Heh......" Sister Mei threw the wine jug aside, immediately pulled out the dagger hidden in her waist, and her smile gradually became hideous, "Of course I want to take your life!" ”

Feng Qingfang subconsciously wanted to dodge, but because of the effect of the drug, he really couldn't exert his strength, so he could only stare at the knife that was getting closer and closer, and his heart trembled.