Early the next morning, Mu Jiaojiao came to Jinmoju early in the morning.

She didn't come to find Xiao Ying, she came to wait for Nanfeng Ling.

As a relative, she can enter the palace every day.

Nan Fengling didn't want to know why she was able to enter the palace, but she was annoyed by looking at her.

Since breakfast, Mu Jiaojiao has been standing.

Nan Fengling took a bite, glanced at her, and said after eating: "Mu Jiaojiao, I won't accept you."

"Brother Prince, just accept me, I'm here to serve you, just to get used to your existence."

"Xiao Ying will not accept you as a concubine, and your father will not agree to you as a concubine."

"I don't care, I'm going to stay with the prince's brother."

"I'm going to find the Queen Mother."

"You just go and find it, I'm not afraid."

"Mu Jiaojiao, are you sick?"

"I'm not sick."

The Nanfeng Primal breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that reasoning would not work.

"You insist on this, I don't want to say more." Nan Fengling stood up from his seat and walked in front of Mu Jiaojiao, "I feel bored, you accompany me to the garden." ”

"Okay." Mu Jiaojiao responded, without any opinion.

The two of them walked on the path of the Imperial Garden, one after the other.

The courtyard is full of flowers, and a hundred flowers are in full bloom.

"The daughter of the dignified Shangshu Mansion, why do you want to stoop down to be a concubine?"

There was no one else around, so Nanfeng Ling asked this question.

Mu Jiaojiao was slightly stunned, and only replied after a moment: "You can easily have the love of the prince's brother, so it is naturally easy to say."

"Xiao Ying is not your lover."

"I won't give up on him because of your words, you don't understand my feelings at all."

"How come I don't understand your feelings?"

"Do you have someone you like? Have you ever tried to do anything for the sake of someone you like? Don't want anything but just want to stay with him? ”

Nan Fengling thought of Fu Jingxing.

But Fu Jingxing doesn't seem to be so important in her heart.

"Nope."

"You don't even have someone you like, so what qualifications do you have to say about me."

"I have someone I like, but he marries someone else."

Nan Fengling's answer was beyond Mu Jiaojiao's expectations.

"Does Xiao Ying know?"

"Yes."

"And he still marries you?"

"I don't know why."

Nan Fengling looked at her and sneered.

Mu Jiaojiao saw it in her eyes and felt that she was laughing.

"Are you proud?"

"Just think you're stupid."

"You're the stupid one, Xiao Ying won't take a fancy to you at all."

"Why do you think he won't take a fancy to me?"

"Because of who you are."

"What do you mean?"

"Your Majesty favors Concubine Yuan, values Xiao Zhan, and the position of Prince Xiao Ying has long been unable to sit still."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Mu Jiaojiao stepped forward with a sneer and squeezed her shoulders hard.

His fingers dug into his skin and touched Nanfeng Ling's wound.

"Still don't understand? He just wants to use you and sit firmly in the position of the prince, you are just a chess piece! ”

The pain of the wound made Nan Fengling gasp, and the pain of her heart made her break out in a cold sweat.

"You're just a pawn!"

Mu Jiaojiao is still turning in her ears.

Nan Fengling pushed her away with all her might, and she ran away in an instant.

She ran fast, and she didn't care that her clothes were red with blood on her shoulders.

I don't know how long she ran, but when she finally couldn't run, she stopped to rest.

She didn't refute Mu Jiaojiao just now.

Could it be that Xiao Ying is really that kind of person?

Really using her?

Thinking of everything in Beiyuan, Nanfeng Ling just wanted to explain it for him, but he couldn't find an excuse.

She was now distraught, and when she came back to her senses, she realized that there was no one around.

I don't know where I ran to.

A cool breeze blows.

Nanfeng Ling turned around to find himself standing in front of a dilapidated palace.

The dark red Fengluan Palace plaque on the hall is covered with dust.

The cracks on both sides of the gate are covered with many spider white silks at the same time.

The place was a bit dark, and the South Wind Spirit turned around and was about to leave.

The door behind him "squeaked" and was blown open.

This dilapidated palace seems to have magical powers, attracting the spirit of the south wind.

The spirit of the south wind sent the god forward, crossed the threshold, and walked in.

It's not as desolate as it seems.

The courtyard of the temple seems to have just been cleaned.

The white light yarn hanging on the corridor is a little old, but clean as new.

Nanfeng Ling walked up the corridor.

The white gauze curtains hanging on the corridor flutter in the wind, like the wind is light.

This Fengluan Hall was too deserted, and every step Nanfeng Ling took, he could hear his footsteps and heartbeat.

Walking through the corridor, Nanfeng Ling walked into the main hall.

The main hall is as clean as new and spotless.

In this way, it seems that the palace is still inhabited.

It should have felt that it was unruly to go further inside, and Nanfeng Ling raised his voice and shouted, "Is there anyone?" ”

This shout echoed in the great palace.

There was no response, and Nanfeng Ling shouted again.

"You're hurt." The voice came from behind.

Nanfeng Ling turned around at the sound of the voice, and sat down on the ground in fright by the woman's small face that was close at hand.

The woman in front of her was about thirty years old, wearing a plain yellow dress, with 3,000 green silk draped casually over her shoulders and hanging down to her waist.

The feminine temperament is gentle, and the plain clothes on her body make her feel more friendly.

The woman's eyebrows were clear, Jiaohan looked at Nan Fengling, and looked at her and smirked.

Her eyes were obviously good-looking, but they seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, and she looked dull.

The woman took a few steps forward and squatted in front of Nanfeng Ling.

"Qing'er, you're hurt."

"Qing'er?"

The closer the woman got to Nanfeng Ling, the tears in her eyes became fuller and fuller.

She stroked Nanfeng Ling's little face at a loss and muttered, "How could you be injured?"

Nan Fengling subconsciously hid back, and the woman helped her up from the ground and pulled her to the inner compartment.

"I'm not going!" Nan Fengling shook his head and refused.

The woman was stunned for a moment, and her face was sad again.

"Qing'er doesn't know her mother?"

"I'm not Qing'er."

"You're Qing'er." The woman could not refuse her, and pulled her into the inner compartment to treat her bleeding wound.

Nanfeng Ling was still a little resistant.

Seeing the woman's serious way of bandaging her wounds, she choked up when she refused.

"How many times have I said it for my mother, let you pay attention to it at ordinary times, but you just don't listen, and now you're injured and uncomfortable."

"Niangniang, my name is Nanfeng Ling."

Look at the woman's clothes and listen to her tone of instruction.

Nan Fengling probably guessed her identity.

"Ling'er, did your father change your name for you? He doesn't want me to recognize you? ”

"Niangniang, I'm not Xiao Qing."

"Nonsense, you're Qing'er."

"My name is Nanfeng Ling, and I am the princess of Beiyuan."

"You're really not Qing'er?" The woman stopped moving, hung her head and muttered, disappointed.

There was a moment of silence.

Nan Fengling looked back at her lost look, and couldn't bear to speak, "Next time, I will definitely bring Xiao Qing to see you." ”

Mu Yue raised her head and chuckled, but at the end she lowered her head in disappointment, "Qing'er doesn't want to see me, she hates me." ”

"Why does Qing'er hate Niangniang?"

"Weiniang didn't protect her brother well, and her unborn brother died."

The woman stroked her flat lower abdomen, her tone was sad, and her expression was demented and ignorant of the world.

"I see."

Nanfeng Ling whispered.

"Qing'er, she hates me to death!"

The woman, who had been quiet a moment ago, was now shouting like a madman, "She must hate me to death." ”