Feng Ming shook his shoulders slightly, "Let's go!" Let's go and take a look, otherwise it will be difficult to clean up what the prince has done in the hands of the Lin family. ”

With that, Feng Naruto had already walked away.

In the living room, Ning Jiahe threw the teacup to the ground angrily, and pointed angrily at the slave who served next to him, "Is this how you Bawang Mansion treats the sister of this concubine?" It was okay to treat her badly in the mansion before, but now that she is dead, she will not even set up a mourning hall, don't forget, even if this concubine is no longer the crown princess, she is also the concubine of the emperor's son, the sister of your eighth princess. ”

She raised her eyebrows slightly, and her gentle but actually annoyed eyes swept over the slaves and maids who were serving in the living room, and snorted coldly in her heart, hum, what Ning Xiyue is not dead, according to her, she is either dead, or she is injured too badly, she doesn't dare to hide and be a slut, today she just wants to see how this Eight Princes' Mansion can treat her, the sister of the Eighth Princess.

The slave hurriedly knelt on the ground, bowing her head and not daring to speak, her body trembling slightly.

"The abolished princess is coming, and this king has lost his welcome, so don't blame it." Feng Huayin walked in in a strange way.

The cold eyes startled Ning Jiahe, who was reprimanding the slave, and before she could react, a cold voice came again, "What?" Is the abolished princess trying to teach this king a lesson to the descendants of the Eight Princes' Mansion? ”

She turned her head and saw that Feng Huayin was dressed in a moon-white brocade robe, which looked sassy, but there was a fierce aura around her that made it difficult for her to get close.

She hurriedly leaned over, pulled out a trace of embarrassment, and said gently, "Eighth Prince, He'er is just holding grievances for the second sister, yesterday's incident Lord Mengqiao told He'er, the death of the second sister He'er also felt extremely sad, but people can't be resurrected after death, He'er also asked the Eighth Prince's Day to mourn and change." ”

Saying this, Ning Jiahe squeezed out a few tears from the corners of his eyes, and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe it delicately.

Ning Jiahe died one by one, which made Feng Huayin close his eyes angrily, and the fingers under the big sleeves were clenched tightly, but because they were bandaged, they looked like a bun.

"The abolished princess is really empathetic, when Miss Ning San was beaten to death by Qin Songgongzi, although the abolished princess was sad, but she didn't shed half a tear, now my princess is just a little injured and so worried, sure enough, the waste princess is still good to my princess." Zhang Wei raised his eyebrows lightly and pursed the corners of his mouth.

Zhang Wei bit the word "waste" every sentence, which made Ning Jiahe embarrassed, and the exquisite makeup on her face couldn't hide her angry face, but she still tried her best to endure it.

Her hand was holding on to the silk handkerchief, and even if the silk was punctured by the nails painted with bright red kodan, the nails did not feel the slightest sinking into the flesh.

Feng Huayin felt Ning Jiahe's embarrassment, and the anger around him was put away, but he still sat on the main seat coldly, and picked up the tea that the maid had poured over and poured it slowly.

Ning Jiahe stood in the middle very awkwardly, neither sitting nor walking, even if she didn't look in the mirror, she knew how ugly her face was.

Feng Huayin on top had already changed a cup of tea, and Ning Jiahe was still standing there, and Feng Huayin didn't mean to let her sit down.

The subordinates next to him all lowered their heads and laughed secretly, but they didn't dare to make a sound.

Ning Jiahe didn't continue, waved his sleeves, and sat opposite Feng Huayin with his personal maid.

This was originally Ning Xiyue's position, and Ning Jiahe sat over as a matter of course, which made Zhang Weidu squint a little angrily.

Feng Huayin threw the cup of tea in his hand to the side, and his angry eyes stared at Ning Jiahe, as if he wanted to kill her with his eyes.

"Eighth prince, He'er is the sister of the eighth princess, and now that the second sister is dead, it is most suitable for He'er to preside over this funeral." Ning Jiahe smiled slightly and looked straight ahead.

She didn't dare to look at Feng Huayin's eyes, otherwise she would definitely want to go to the cave room on the day of her wedding.

When she came, Feng Yici had already told her that Ning Xiyue was dead, and it was at this time that she asked so strongly to preside over the funeral for Ning Xiyue, on the one hand, to confirm Ning Xiyue's life and death, and on the other hand, to provoke Feng Huayin to come.

Of course, Ning Jiahe is selfish, and being able to manage the affairs of the Eight Princes' Mansion is tantamount to replacing the Eighth Princess, although she has lingering feelings about the events of that night, but there are still illusions in her heart.

"Which is talking nonsense." Feng Huayin slammed his fist on the table, making a thudming sound.

At this time, the housekeeper came over again, and he was very flustered, "Lord, it's not good, many officials have come outside, saying that they are here to incense the princess." ”

He looked at Zhang Wei who was standing on the side questioningly, and secretly thought in his heart, whether this princess is alive or dead!

Zhang Wei looked at the housekeeper incredulously, how is this possible? Few people know about the princess, this matter is Feng Yi's resignation, he is even more unlikely to spread it, and Meng Qiao will not talk much.

Suddenly, his mind was cold, and his eyes stared at Ning Jiahe who was sitting on it, could it be her?

"You'd better get out of the way of this king, or else this king will let you know what the consequences are." Feng Huayin got up quickly, if it weren't for the fact that this was a sensitive period, and the Lin family was staring at him with fierce eyes, he would have driven people out a long time ago.

Ning Jiahe sat there trembling slightly, with a little incredulity in his eyes, the Eighth Prince actually treated her like this, too, she actually forgot that this Eighth Prince was a devilish person.

Feng Huayin didn't pay any attention to Ning Jiahe anymore, and strode to the front of the house.

As Feng Huayin left, Zhang Wei also signaled the slaves and maids to go down, and only Ning Jiahe and her personal maidservants were left in the living room.

"Bi Shui, do you think that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will really be better to me if I do this?" Ning Jiahe frowned, looking helpless.

The reason why she came to the Eight Princes' Mansion was that Feng Yici blamed her for not stopping Ning Xiyue in the mansion yesterday, and deliberately asked her to come to the Eight Princes' Mansion to find the bad luck, saying that it was to provoke Feng Huayin and make him make mistakes under impulse.

At this moment, there were many officials gathered at the gate of the Eight Kings' Mansion, all holding sacrifices in their hands, and some even holding some paper clothes and the like.

"What do you say is going on in the Eight Princes' Mansion? Didn't you say that the eighth princess died? doesn't set up a mourning hall, it won't be that the eighth prince deliberately abandons the eighth princess! ”

"This official has to be like this, after all, before the eighth princess entered the Eight Princes' Mansion, she had a reputation for killing her father, and it is difficult to guarantee that the eighth princess will not dislike her."

"No, no, I heard that the eighth prince liked the eighth princess at that time, but now he doesn't like it, and I also got the inside story, saying that the eighth prince fell in love with the princess, and even left the princess in the mansion!"

……

Those officials looked at me and said a word, and their words were all pouring dirty water on Ning Xiyue, and even some people pulled Ning Jiahe into the water.

They saw Feng Huayin coming over from a distance with a black face, and his voice suddenly sank, but he still lowered his head and looked at each other.

Feng Huayin came over, and a guard next to him hurriedly went over to report the matter at the door.

"What? Do you really want this king to be alone? Feng Huayin looked at those people with a smile, his cold eyes were like an iceberg pressing on top of everyone's heads, pressing them out of breath.