"Second Miss."

Lu Wen forcibly suppressed the strangeness in his heart, and smiled: "Qinghe is just a maid, you are a concubine, how can you become sisters with a maid?" If you want to be grateful, we can give Qinghe some more silver, or find her a good family! ”

When Lu Wen said this, he actually had other plans.

Qinghe is her person, and she knows a lot of her secrets, if she is known by Ning Xiyue with a strategy, it will really not be of any benefit to her.

Who knows if in the end, Qinghe, this girl, will be greedy for glory and wealth, and bite their mother and daughter in turn, and tell some of her things in front of the master?

Although she will not be good with the words of a maid, but her gentle image in front of the master for so many years must not be shattered like this, she still has to be the wife of the general's mansion, and there can be no bad comments.

As soon as he thought of this, Lu Wen became even more determined, he must not let Qinghe fall into Ning Xiyue's hands.

How could Ning Xiyue not know Lu Wen's thoughts? Her red lips hooked lightly, and she smiled faintly: "Aunt Lu is not right to say this, Qinghe has a life-saving grace for Yue'er, and Yue'er must repay it, could it be that Aunt Lu feels that Qinghe's status is humble, and she can't see it in every way to obstruct it?" ”

"Second Miss is serious."

Lu Wen smiled awkwardly, even if she didn't have to look in the mirror, she knew how embarrassing the smile on her face was.

This Ning Xiyue must have come specifically to oppose him, and that Qinghe, why didn't he die directly outside at the beginning, and now he will cause trouble for himself when he comes back.

"Since that's the case, then Aunt Lu should leave it alone."

Ning Xiyue smiled faintly, and deliberately accentuated the words 'Aunt Lu', as if she was deliberately reminding Lu Wen of her identity as a concubine.

Lu Wen was angry to death, but he had to suppress the anger in his heart and put on a gentle and virtuous appearance.

Ning Jiahe didn't say anything smartly, thinking secretly that even if Ning Xiyue left Qinghe in the General's Mansion, it would not have any impact on herself.

If she really wants Qinghe to die, after today, she will have a lot of time to die.

Ning Xiyue quietly took in Ning Jiahe's expression, and the smile in her beautiful eyes grew: "Since this is the case, then it is decided, what does my sister think?" ”

Ning Jiahe didn't expect Ning Xiyue to ask for her own opinion on such a thing, so she pulled the corners of her mouth and said, "It's good that the second sister is happy." ”

Her eyes kept looking at the man standing in the sun, expecting him to say a word to herself, or look at herself twice, but she didn't.

His world is indifferent, but it is this indifference that makes Ning Jiahe unwilling in every way.

What did she do wrong, why didn't she get the other eye from the man she loved? It's just so unfair.

Tightening his palms, Ning Jiahe took the initiative to step forward, stroked his body and said: "The second sister is in danger, thanks to the rescue of the eighth prince, He'er is here to thank the eighth prince for saving his life." ”

Facing Ning Jiahe, who was standing in front of him and took the initiative to show goodwill, Feng Huayin's cold face was expressionless, and he didn't even raise his eyelids.

Ning Jiahe touched his nose, embarrassed and embarrassed: "Eighth prince, did you go out with your second sister just now?" ”

Ning Xiyue was not fascinated, nor was she in a brothel, but was with Feng Huayin, which made Ning Jiahe have to wonder if Feng Huayin saved Ning Xiyue.

But how can there be such a coincidence in the world, last time Ning Xiyue was rescued by Feng Huayin, and this time she was saved by Feng Huayin? How is this possible?

Feng Huayin lowered his eyes, and his cold voice had no trace of temperature: "So what?" Miss Ning said that she wanted to repay the king and invited the king to drink a pot of good tea, what, do you have any opinions? ”

"I didn't ...... Didn't ......."

Ning Jiahe lowered his head, but even so, he could feel that the blood in his whole body was congealing at this time.

With such a cold and icy gaze, could it be that this man would only be better when facing Ning Xiyue? Ning Jiahe couldn't help but feel jealous.

Why, why, can Ning Xiyue have all this just because she is a concubine?

Ning Jiahe was immersed in strong jealousy and hatred and couldn't extricate himself, and was finally awakened by Ning Fu's angry voice.

"What a Diao Min, you dare to wronged Yue'er, come here!"

Ning Fu called the family and scolded him coldly: "This person is full of lies, he must not stay, he will be dragged down and executed!" ”

"Yes, General."

The two tall guards set up the farmer on the ground, and the farmer's eyes widened in horror, with a hideous face: "The general spares the general's life, all of this is deliberately made by someone to let Xiaomin do this, and Xiaomin is also wronged!" ”

As soon as these words came out, the people around them gasped and deliberately framed Ning Jia's daughter, the future crown princess? Is this man tired of life?

Ning Fu was also shocked, and immediately said, "Say, who instructed you?" ”

"Xiaomin doesn't know, but there are letters."

With trembling hands, the farmer took out a letter from his bosom: "This is the letter, general, please see it." ”

Steward Xu immediately stretched out his hand and handed it to Ning Fu, who opened it and glanced around, his face shocked: "This handwriting ......"

"It's Miss Ning's handwriting."

Glancing at the handwriting on the letter, Feng Huayin said in a deep voice: "Miss Ning is also a famous talented woman in Beijing, and this king has read the poems written by Miss Ning. ”

"How is this possible?" Ning Fu frowned, puzzled, what the hell was going on.

How could this epistle be written by He'er? Doesn't that prove that the person who instructed the farmer to frame Yue'er was He'er?

The eldest daughter, who has always been gentle, actually framed her sister? Ning Fu couldn't believe this fact.

"Heh, General Ning's Mansion, it's really lively!"

His gaze moved slightly, and he landed on Ning Jiahe accurately, and Feng Huayin hooked his thin lips mockingly: "Miss Ning is not simple, not only sending people to hunt down and kill her own sister, but also hunting down and killing this king." ”

"Eighth Prince, you ......"

Staggered back, Ning Jiahe's face turned pale: "What did you say?" He'er didn't understand, and He'er didn't chase you and your sister. ”

"Humph!"

took the letter and threw it heavily on Ning Jiahe's face, Feng Huayin sneered: "What a young lady of the Ning family, it turned out to be a femme fatale dressed in wolf skin, do you know that your killers almost killed this king?" ”

"I ......"

Ning Jiahe looked at the content of the book, and shook his head vigorously: "No, no, you misunderstood, Eighth Prince, how could I hurt you?" You really misunderstood, someone must have deliberately framed me. ”

At this moment, Ning Jiahe was really panicked, she couldn't figure out what was going on.

Why was the handwriting on this letter hers, she had never written these letters at all, but now she was questioned by her favorite person.

Ning Jiahe couldn't figure it out in every way, and the only explanation was that she was deliberately framed.

"Heh, who would frame Miss Ning so boringly?"

Feng Huayin made a look, and Zhang Wei on the side immediately grabbed Ning Jiahe, Ning Fu moved the corners of his mouth, but did not say anything.

He wondered if he had been mistaken all along, this eldest daughter's thoughts were really deep.