Feng Jun raised his eyes curiously, stood aside and was silent, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but he was a little worried in his heart, it seems that the Eighth Emperor Brother is not easy to get out of now, so I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Feng Huayin looked at the content of the holy decree, the hand holding the holy decree tightened a little, a few green tendons erupted on the back of his hand, and his face was calm, is this the compensation given to him by his father? After so many years of struggle, life and death, such a holy decree was obtained?

At this moment, he was not happy because of the content of the holy decree, but he was a lot more worried, he turned to look at Feng Cheng anxiously, how did he know that Feng Cheng had passed out weakly at this time.

"Father-in-law Chang, go to Doctor Xuan, quickly." Feng Huayin shouted anxiously, pushed Feng Jun next to him, hurriedly shook Feng Cheng's arm, and said without squinting, "Brother Third Emperor, what are you doing just now?" Why don't you even know that your father is in a coma? ”

"Father asked me not to alarm you, my father is just tired! By the way, what is written in the decree? Feng Jun curiously went to take the holy decree that was put aside by Feng Huayin, opened it and looked at it, his eyes widened incredibly.

The two holy decrees, one is for Feng Huayin, that is, the holy decree to canonize him as the crown prince, and the other is to raise his mother and concubine as the queen, and after a hundred years of enthronement, they will move into the imperial tomb together.

Feng Huayin was reluctant to do anything about these two holy decrees, he knew that his mother had long lost her attachment to this palace, and moving into the imperial tomb was definitely not the best for her.

And Feng Hua Yin had no intention of being the emperor of Fuchen, dealing with the Lin family was just to avenge Ning Xiyue, and when the revenge was avenged, he would go to accompany Ning Xiyue.

"Father has finally done the right thing, although this matter is not what you love, but it is a blessing for the people." Feng Jun smiled and looked at Feng Huayin's black, dripping face.

Feng Huayin didn't speak, and when the imperial doctor came, he sent Feng Cheng back to his bedroom, instructed Changde to take care of him and left the palace.

The next day, Feng Huayin did not go to the early court, but Feng Cheng still promulgated the holy decree of canonizing the crown prince, although he encountered some obstacles, but they were all excluded one by one.

For a while, the Eight Princes' Mansion was full of people, and those big and small officials came to visit with their own women, of course, some of them came to the Lin family, and they came to the Eight Princes' Mansion to congratulate them just for pretending.

Feng Huayin didn't pay much attention to it, and handed over all those things to the housekeeper, and of course, the two maids, Rong Xia and Cuiliu, were also very busy.

"Cuiliu, you said how happy the young lady would be if she knew that our prince was named the prince!" Rong Xia frowned and looked into the distance, his watery eyes full of longing.

"Sister Rong Xia, this prince is really, they all say that Miss is fine, but they don't let us visit, saying that Miss needs to recuperate." Cuiliu pouted, looking at Rong Xia with some grievances.

In the past few days, the two of them went to Feng Huayin's courtyard more than once to look for him, of course, the purpose was to ask to see Ning Xiyue, but they were all rejected by him for various reasons.

This made the two maids very puzzled and didn't know what to do.

They ran to ask Zhang Wei and Feng Ming! The two of them were very tight-mouthed, and they didn't dare to say anything to them, so they had no choice but to stay in the Eight Kings' Mansion to guard, and both of them firmly believed that Ning Xiyue would come back.

Inside the palace of Prince Mugoe.

After a day's sleep, Ning Xiyue finally slept full, the whole person was dazed, and the first feeling when she woke up was that she was hungry, but fortunately, Nalan Shu ordered people to prepare millet porridge for her at any time.

"Xiao Yue'er, you slept comfortably, but I didn't sleep all night." Nalan Shu forcibly supported his tired eyelids and yawned.

This girl is really weird and worrying, she was in a coma inexplicably yesterday, which made him very worried, and he was sentenced to see that the person was okay at all, but he hadn't eaten for too long, and his physical strength was too much.

Later, he simply asked the kitchen to keep a person who could cook food at all times, ready to cook for her at any time, so that she would not fall into a coma again.

Ning Xiyue glanced at the bruised Nalan book with a little apology, and saw that his eyes were full of bloodshots, and said embarrassedly, "Prince Nalan should let someone clean up the guest room for Xiyue!" Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't have to sleep. ”

"Don't worry, it's already ready for you, and when you're a little better, I'll let you live in, Xiaohe, bring in the prepared food, don't let Xiao Yue'er go hungry." Nalan Shu shouted outside.

Xiaohe came in wearing a slave costume from the prince's mansion with a plate, followed by two submissive maids, with the momentum of a housekeeper's mother-in-law.

"Miss, you eat this bowl of millet porridge first, and then drink the medicine." Xiaohe smiled and brought the delicate porcelain bowl on the plate to Ning Xiyue.

At this time, a guard came in and whispered a few words to Nalan Shu, who saw that Ning Xiyue was bowing her head to eat, so she didn't say anything, just nodded slightly and left with the guard.

After eating, Ning Xiyue felt that she was no longer soft, and her hands and feet had some strength, so she was helped by Xiaohe to go to the yard for a walk.

"Xiaohe, you find an opportunity to go to the Xue Mansion to report to your young master that he is safe, I am afraid that I will scare him yesterday." Ning Xiyue's pale red lips hooked up a hint of a smile and said.

Yesterday, she wanted to force Xue Qingyu to give her an explanation, after all, she couldn't prick those needles in vain, so she had to let Old Madam Xue apologize.

But he didn't want his body to be too weak and his physical strength couldn't bear it, so he fainted directly.

"Miss, yesterday my young master was really frightened, for fear that you would have a good time, you said that it would be great if you were from our Xue Mansion! The young master is so kind to you, alas, it's just a pity. Xiaohe looked at Ning Xiyue regretfully.

In the past two days, she knew that the Miss Ning she was serving was not an ordinary woman, she was not only the eighth princess of Fuchen, but also the confidant of His Royal Highness the Prince, and so on, which was not comparable to the young master of her family.

Ning Xiyue looked at Xiaohe with a light smile, and slowly moved the lotus step, "Emotional matters can't be forced, I am in love with the eighth prince, where can I tolerate others in my heart, if your young master is to be my brother, I would be very happy." ”

Xiaohe lowered her head with a smile and didn't speak again, she didn't have to guess that she could know that if the person she loved became her sister, it would be strange if her young master didn't get angry!

After about half an hour, Ning Xiyue rested at the stone table in the courtyard, but saw a woman in a gorgeous palace dress swaggering around the door not far away, as if there was no one around.

Xiaohe nervously pulled Laning Xiyue's sleeve, lowered her head with a bitter face and said softly, "Miss, what should I do?" The princess of the bright moon is here. ”

Ning Xiyue slowly picked up the teacup on the table, and glanced at the door lightly, at this time, Nalan Mingyue had already walked towards her.

"Miss, she's here, what should I do?" Xiaohe looked at the calm Ning Xiyue nervously, although she knew that this Miss Ning had some skills, but the last time she went to Wutong Garden, she was tossed like this, and this time against the arrogant Princess Mingyue, I am afraid that the odds of winning are not high.