Zhang Wei paused, turned his black eyes twice to look at Feng Ming, and patted his right hand on Feng Ming's shoulder, "You kid can do it!" Later, when the prince returns, we will talk to him, so that the prince will not have to suffer so much. ”

"Ugh." Feng Ming's face immediately became hideous, and he waited for Zhang Wei viciously, "You want to murder!" ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so excited, come, I'll help you go back first!"

"By the way, you are not allowed to tell the prince about this matter."

"Why?"

"The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment, let's wait until we find the dragon! We have to make sure that Jinxiu has changed clothes with the princess. ”

Feng also resigned from the house.

Feng Yici's group of concubines sat in the front hall angrily, with a little smile on their faces, as if they were watching something lively, but they didn't bring out the melon seeds.

Ning Jiahe sat on the side dullly, bowing his head very well-behaved, and constantly looking at the face of Feng Yici sitting next to him, looking like a good doll waiting to be disposed of.

Feng Yici kept drinking tea with a teacup, the index finger and middle finger of his right hand kept tapping on the table, his brows frowned slightly, and his eyes looked straight ahead, ignoring Ning Jiahe and those concubines at all.

"Your Royal Highness, the princess has been in the house for many days, and everything in this mansion is done by Sister Lan." A person who was not afraid of death got up and saluted, smiled like a spring breeze, and glanced at Sister Lan in her mouth - Youlan.

Youlan waved her sleeves weakly and bonelessly, and said, "These are nothing, it's just that the princess should come back soon, how can there be no housewife in this house!" ”

Ning Jiahe's face instantly turned pale, she was already sitting on pins and needles, but now she was a little more panicked, the silk handkerchief in her hand had already been torn apart, but she still had to try her best to maintain a dignified and graceful appearance.

A man in black came over quickly, walked up to Feng Yici as if no one was around, and said respectfully, "My subordinates are incompetent, please punish Your Highness." ”

Feng Yici's originally faint Yan Liu immediately became angry, and his right hand couldn't control the tea cup he said and threw it to the ground, "Incompetent? You are indeed incompetent enough, all of them are waste, and none of them are incompetent waste. ”

Those concubines hurriedly pushed me, I pushed you, got up and knelt on the ground, obediently bowing their heads.

Ning Jiahe was even more extremely uneasy, and got up timidly, "Your Highness forgives me, He'er didn't do things well, and I ask Your Highness to punish you." ”

She had thought it through, instead of fidgeting, it was better to take the initiative to come out, maybe His Highness could still read for the sake of her father Ning Fu and not care about this matter.

"Enough, His Royal Highness doesn't need waste in front of him, Ning Jiahe, you really can't compare to Ning Xiyue, if His Royal Highness chose Ning Xiyue at the beginning, His Royal Highness would not be deposed as the crown prince today and become a small wing king." Feng Yiqi flicked his sleeves angrily.

Because Feng Yici was the crown prince before, he chose a title for him after he was abolished, and his current identity is the Wing King.

In Fuchen, the princes next to him are all called princes by rank, such as the three princes, but when they arrived at Feng Yici, they were given a title, which was to distinguish the two, and Feng Yici had a title that showed that he didn't even have the possibility of ascending to the throne, which made him not in a hurry.

Ning Jiahe's figure was stunned, his face turned pale, his body trembled uncontrollably, his nails sank into the flesh, his teeth were clenched, and he even wanted to bite off his tongue to stay awake.

She looked at Feng Yici blankly, her eyes were full of hatred, why, why did God treat her so unfairly, that slut has everything, even her favorite eighth prince revolves around that slut, and now even her husband wants to taunt her like this.

Those concubines secretly raised their eyes and looked at Ning Jiahe, with a little worry on their faces on the surface, but they were very happy in their hearts.

"Knowing this, His Royal Highness married Ning Xiyue back regardless of the discussion of the world, even if His Royal Highness can't control it, it is good to destroy her in the mansion." Feng Yici waited for Ning Jiahe viciously, eager to kill her with a sword.

"Your Highness, He'er knows it's wrong, and He'er will think of ways to make up for it." Ning Jiahe knelt on the ground and hurriedly kowtowed, crying so much that he called a pear blossom with rain, but he didn't see me pity him.

Ning Jiahe's like this made him even more disgusted, his cold eyes swept over those concubines, and said coldly, "What? Want to see the excitement here? Even if Ning Jiahe is not liked by His Royal Highness, it is also the princess that His Royal Highness is marrying, you can't wait. ”

The concubines hurriedly ran down, not daring to stay in the hall for a moment.

Ning Jiahe listened to Feng Yici's words, and suddenly had a little hope in his heart, and a trace of joy flashed in his eyes, His Royal Highness still has a heart for her, otherwise he would not stop those people from watching jokes.

"You'd better not be happy, now it's rumored that Ning Xiyue is not dead, you have been to the Eight Princes' Mansion, and His Royal Highness asks you if this matter is true or false?" Feng Yiqi did not squint.

"He'er didn't know, although she went in that day, she didn't see the second sister, but she was afraid that she was hidden outside by the eighth prince to recuperate." Ning Jiahe looked at Feng Yici timidly, His Royal Highness said so, it seems that Ning Xiyue is really alive, that slut is really a good life, he crawled out of the stomach of the main room when he came out, and now it is so difficult to die.

"It turns out that you haven't found anything, it's really a waste, from today on, you don't have to worry about it, just think about it behind closed doors in the yard!" Feng Yici glanced at Ning Jiahe angrily, this woman actually fled to Ning's house, if she didn't teach her a lesson, wouldn't it make people laugh at him that he couldn't manage the two women?

With that, Feng Yici left quickly.

Ning Jiahe sat slumped on the ground, extremely desolate.

Inside the Three Kings' Palace.

Feng Jun stood guard in a corner of the garden, his eyes staring at a low grave not far away, his eyes as gentle as water.

He put the folding fan on the stone table, picked up the silver wine jug on the table, and poured a glass of wine into the wine glass that had been prepared, "Xiaoyan, this king is so tired, those guards have died one after another in the past two days, this king has invited some people to protect the Three Kings' Mansion, but there is still no way, maybe soon, this king will be able to see you." ”

"This king thought that only this king's Eight Princes' Mansion was attacked, but I didn't expect that the Third Emperor Brother had an accident here." Feng Huayin looked at Feng Jun, who was still drinking, with a heavy face, sat opposite him, poured a glass of wine, and drank it in one gulp.

Feng Jun smiled slightly, added another glass of wine to Feng Huayin, and glanced at the tomb not far away, "I heard that the eighth princess is seriously injured and is recuperating outside?" ”

Feng Huayin looked at the wine dripping in the wine glass, and only felt that his heart hurt as if it was torn, but he didn't show half of it, just smiled bitterly.

He turned around and glanced at Xiaoyan's tomb, his eyes softened a little, and said, "They are all people who have fallen from the end of the world, and those are just words that correspond to outsiders." ”

Feng Jun's eyes were slightly deep, and he looked at Feng Huayin puzzled.

"I buried her at the bottom of the cliff, and I don't want him to get involved in these things for power." Feng Huayin said indifferently.

"As far as you can imagine, I knew that I had also gotten the little smoke over." Feng Jun played with the wine glass in his hand as indifferently as snow, "Next, what do you want to do?" ”