Soon, the slaves and maidservants had their things ready.

They looked at Xiaoyan on the bed timidly one by one, not knowing where to start, and for fear of being blamed by the county, they had to close their eyes and take off Xiaoyan's broken clothes.

Feng Jun's eyes deepened, and his already gloomy face sank a little more, "You guys, all go down." ”

The slaves and maids went out of the room as if they had been granted amnesty, and did not forget to close the door.

Feng Jun looked at the wounds on Xiaoyan's body, the soldering iron marks looked as if something was burning his heart, and those whip marks were also like someone had whipped his heart with a whip, whipping his heart into pieces.

Xiaoyan, the woman he regarded as a treasure, her smile and smile were engraved in his mind, and now she had left him like this, and he could only cry here.

Thinking like this, Feng Jun fell into deep self-blame, and he longed for someone to whip him and imprint a soldering iron on his chest.

Xiaoyan's body was a little hot in the hot water, but the stiff one was still stiff after all, even so, Feng Jun still carefully bathed Xiaoyan, washed all the blood stains on the body, and kissed her hideous wound with his warm lips.

"Xiaoyan, I can't give you a grand wedding, I can't give you a stable life, and even now you have lost your life for me, in the next life, you must not meet me, if you are unfortunate enough, I will use my life to protect you, protect you from life to life, eternal life." Feng Jun's cold tears dripped on Xiao Yan's slightly warm body.

He delicately wiped Xiaoyan's body clean, during which he didn't know how many tears he shed and how much remorse, but he still endured the heartache and put on new clothes for Xiaoyan.

He put the cigarette on the cleaned bed, and called the slave maid to clean up the room, and the two of them were the only ones left in the room.

He gently kissed Xiaoyan on the forehead, Xiaoyan, his beloved.

Feng Yici knew that Xiaoyan was his woman, but tortured her to death, he couldn't let Xiaoyan suffer this grievance for no reason.

Feng Jun was gentle and infinite one second ago, and his eyes were cold and angry the next second, he got up and supported the table with both hands, and glanced back at Xiaoyan, he wanted to bring Xiaoyan into the palace, let his father accept Xiaoyan, and let Feng Yici give Xiaoyan an explanation.

He quickly picked up the small cigarette on the bed, ignored the eyes of others, and walked towards the palace on foot without waiting for the butler to prepare the carriage.

Because it was night, there were no pedestrians on the road, and Feng Jun was holding a small cigarette on the street like a ghost.

At this moment, the palace has been curfew, and the palace has not yet been curfew, and he entered the palace with a small cigarette in front of everyone, even if there was talk of others behind him, he ignored it.

He looked up at the sky, and knew that Feng Cheng was reviewing the recitals in the imperial study at this hour, so he went directly to the imperial study.

"Father-in-law Changde, this king has something important to ask to see his father, and I also ask my father-in-law to pass it on." Feng Jun shouted loudly.

Chang De frowned slightly, he was the chief eunuch in the palace, and he had heard a little about things outside, and many people knew that the third prince liked a slave, but how did he come over with a daughter today.

With the faint candle flame, he looked at the woman in the gorgeous clothes in Feng Jun's arms suspiciously, and saw that there was no trace of blood on the naturally drooping arm, he was startled and swallowed his saliva, after so many years in the palace, this bit of eyesight was still there, and he could see at a glance that Feng Jun was holding a corpse.

"Three...... Lord, this is the retribution, you wait here. Chang De forced his composure and ran into the imperial study.

After Changde entered, Feng Jun knelt on the ground with a thud, carefully put the small cigarette in his hand on the ground, and his face was full of affection.

After a while, Feng Cheng came out of it with a calm face, and his sharp eyes stared at the small smoke on the ground.

It seems that Changde's father-in-law has already informed his father about Xiaoyan, Feng Jun kowtowed three times on the ground, and when he raised his head, his forehead was already a big red patch.

He arched his hand and said, "Father, the son has never asked his father for anything, and today I implore my father to agree to the marriage between the son and Xiaoyan." ”

"Ridiculous, the little smoke in your mouth is just a slave, and now you are still a dead man, I will not agree to it when I am alive, will I let you marry a slave and maid with a lowly status?" Feng Cheng angrily pointed at Feng Jun, "You are my son, I don't allow it." ”

"Father, the son-in-law and Xiaoyan have a deep relationship, and Xiaoyan is now dying for her son-in-law, isn't it enough to prove her deep love? The son begged his father to fulfill it. Feng Jun bowed again, and his anxious eyes were slightly red.

"I have already said no, how can a little slave be worthy of my royal temple, you go back!"

"Father, my son's minister, I beg you, Xiaoyan is the love of your son's life, please let her be the princess of your son, otherwise it will ......"

"How else? Do you still threaten me? ”

"The sons don't dare, the sons only need a little smoke, if the father doesn't agree, the sons will kneel here."

"Whatever you want."

Feng Cheng angrily flicked his sleeves and turned around and entered the imperial study again.

And Feng Jun, who was still kneeling on the ground, did not flinch in the slightest, looked at the imperial study with firm eyes, and looked down at Xiaoyan, Xiaoyan, he will definitely let his father agree, no matter how hard he tries, he will not give up, his wife will only be Xiaoyan.

Inside the Eight Kings' Mansion.

Ning Xiyue sat by the window with her chin in her hands, her originally clear eyes were already tired, but she didn't feel the slightest sleep.

She looked up slightly at the bright moonlight, her eyes were full of sadness, and there seemed to be a man reaching out to her in the silky moonlight, but as soon as she stretched out her hand, the man suddenly disappeared.

Hua Yin, is he thinking about her? Hua Yin, what should she do, Xiaoyan died because of this incident, she has no way to ask for help from the third prince, and now she can only rely on herself.

Ning Xiyue only felt that her narrow shoulders were carrying too much, as if she was about to be overwhelmed.

Another sleepless night.

As the sun slowly rose from the eastern sky, Ning Xiyue gently rubbed her swollen eyes, got up from the stool, and hurriedly had some breakfast after washing.

She ordered the butler to prepare the carriage, sat in meditation all night last night, pondered all night that she had figured out some things about the resignation of Feng Yi, and decided to go to the general who went to the frontier with Feng Huayin this time to understand the situation.

Just walked to the door, but was stopped by a large group of officers and soldiers, and a gorgeous carriage slowly stopped in front of Ning Xiyue.

"Second sister, where are you going?" Ning Jiahe came out of the carriage dressed in fancy clothes, with a smug smile on his face.

Why did Ning Jiahe come? Ning Xiyue's eyes were deep, and she looked at Ning Jiahe lightly, "If you have nothing to do, go out for a walk." ”

Hmph, she hasn't gone to settle accounts with Ning Jiahe about yesterday's incident, and people have caught up, but unfortunately, she doesn't have time now.

Going for a walk? She wouldn't believe Ning Xiyue's nonsense, Ning Jiahe looked at Ning Xiyue with a little deep meaning, "This crown princess heard that the second sister met an assassin yesterday and was worried about your safety, so she asked Lord Meng to shoot some people to come over to protect the Eight Princes' Mansion and protect the second sister." ”