As soon as the words fell, Ning Jiahe got out of the car with Bishui, Ning Xiyue lowered her eyes, thinking about Qinghe, who was still in the house, but she didn't notice the small movements of Ning Jiahe and the coachman.

"Second Miss, sit down, and feed the horses some water."

The coachman lowered the curtain and went to feed the horses.

Seeing that Ning Xiyue didn't speak, Rong Xia asked softly: "Miss, you said, will there be something in the house?" ”

"No, it won't."

Ning Xiyue shook her head, she asked Feng Ming to guard Qinghe, but she wasn't worried about what would happen.

I just don't know what's going on, and I'm always a little uneasy......

Feng Yu Building.

Feng Huayin stood on the second floor, looking at the carriage below with deep black eyes, and the expression in his eyes was unclear.

The carriage of Ningfu, I don't know if Yue'er is in it.

"Eighth brother, you said that you want to cut off the prince's left and right hands one by one, I think this idea is dangerous, but if it succeeds, it will bring us great benefits.

"Moreover, I think about it, this fire can't be burned on the prime minister's body, or, we can find some petty officials to open the knife first."

Feng Jun drank tea, and kept talking about his plan: "But the junior official is not painful at all for Feng Yici, eighth brother, I really can't figure it out, you don't pick others, why do you pick the prime minister?" ”

You must know that the martial arts in the court rely on Ning Fu, and the literature relies on the prime minister, and this first fire will be specially run to burn the prime minister, I'm afraid it's not good!

The most important thing is that Lu Qing, the prime minister, is multi-faceted and sleek, and has been in officialdom for many years, how can people easily catch him?

Feng Jun thought about it and felt that it was really a great danger to them to do this, and it was the most inappropriate.

After waiting for a while, he didn't see Feng Huayin speak, Feng Jun looked up puzzled, and saw Feng Huayin looking down, as if he hadn't heard what he had just said.

The corners of his mouth twitched faintly, Feng Jun stepped forward, looked down at Feng Huayin's line of sight, and found that it was the carriage of Ning Mansion, and a look of understanding flashed in his eyes.

No wonder this eighth brother is in a daze here, it turns out that it is because of this, but Feng Jun can't help but be a little worried, you know, Ning Xiyue is the prince's fiancée, and the eighth brother has no benefit from liking her.

"Huh?"

Seeing someone walking on the street, Feng Jun pulled the corners of his mouth: "See, that gentleman is Lu Qiang, the only son of Prime Minister Lu Qing." ”

Hearing this, Feng Huayin's gaze moved slightly, and he didn't have too much emotion.

Below.

Lu Qiang was walking on the street, and the little bustard on his side smiled flatteringly: "Young master, the old bustard of Chunfanglou has found two young and beautiful chicks, and they will leave them for you to enjoy." ”

"Hmph, that old bustard knows how to do business."

Lu Qiang snorted coldly, caught a glimpse of the carriage on the side of the road out of the corner of his eye, and was puzzled: "Isn't this the carriage of Ningfu, could it be that my aunt is here?" ”

Frowning, Lu Qiang stepped forward and said hello through the car curtain: "Auntie, is it?" I'm a strong ......."

The words stopped abruptly, and Lu Qiang looked at the beautiful woman in front of him in a daze, and he didn't even move a pair of eyes.

I saw that the woman's beautiful face was slightly powdered, and her hair was scattered behind her ears like a waterfall, but the plain dress could not cover the graceful posture on her body, as if the fairy was not stained by the world.

"Goodong" swallowed his saliva hard, Lu Qiang endured that restless mood, and pretended to be an elegant gentleman: "May I ask who Miss is?" ”

can sit in the carriage of the Ning family, presumably it must not be a young lady from an ordinary family, wait for yourself to ask which family it is first, and then ask your father to come to the door to propose marriage.

Just looking at that beautiful face, Lu Qiang was full of blood, such a woman was thousands of times better than those fireworks women in the brothel, he must find a way to get his hands on it.

Seeing this gentleman, Ning Xiyue was also slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Cousin, you forgot about me, it's really sad!" ”

For this Lu Qiang, Ning Xiyue still has the impression of her previous life, she has never seen anyone, but she will never forget that angry and arrogant voice.

It is no exaggeration to say that the women Lu Qiang has played with can be compared to the emperor's harem.

But even so, Lu Qiang still didn't stop looking for women.

"Cousin?"

Lu Qiang was puzzled, and even more incomprehensible, what cousin, why didn't he know that he had such a beautiful cousin?

"Alas, it seems that my cousin has too many relatives in the family, so he forgot that I still exist."

Ning Xiyue sighed, her eyes fluttering.

Lu Qiang trembled, only feeling that his soul was about to be hooked by the woman in front of him, how could he have any mind to think about whose cousin this was.

Hehe, with a smile, Lu Qiang wanted to touch Ning Xiyue's hand.

A trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and Ning Xiyue was just about to retract her hand, when the horse that was drinking water suddenly raised her head and neighed, broke free from the driver's hand, and galloped wildly on the street.

Lu Qiang was stunned, and his first reaction was to stay away from the carriage, although he felt that it was a pity that he couldn't touch the beauty's hand, but his own life was the most important.

The horses galloped wildly, and the exclamations and curses of the people continued to sound around them.

Ning Jiahe and Bishui, who had already bought things and were waiting for a good show, came out of the pastry shop, and the two glanced at each other, with a hint of schadenfreude in their eyes.

If Ning Xiyue fell from the carriage like this, she would be dead.

"Ahh

The carriage shook violently, Ning Xiyue and Rong Xia all fell in the corner, Rong Xia desperately blocked underneath, and Ning Xiyue didn't hit her head.

"Rong Xia, are you alright?" Looking at the blood left on Rong Xia's forehead, Ning Xiyuexiu frowned, very worried.

"Miss, the slave is fine."

Holding back the pain in his head, Rong Xia sat up and reached out to grab the horse rope in mid-air: "Miss, sit down quickly, the slave maid let this horse stop." ”

"Rong Xia, you're injured, sit down."

Let Rong Xia sit in the corner of the carriage, Ning Xiyue glanced out, and sure enough, she saw that the horse's eyes were red.

It was clear that the horse had been drugged, and no matter how strong she was, she couldn't stop it.

"Ning Jiahe, you really don't miss any opportunity to put me to death!"

Biting the corner of her lip, Ning Xiyue pulled off the silver hairpin on her head, looked at Rong Xia, who was covered in blood, and instructed: "Rong Xia, take care of yourself." ”

When the words fell, without waiting for Rong Xia to reply, Ning Xiyue's petite and thin body crawled forward little by little, and there were wooden thorns on the board, which hurt very well in the palm of her hand.

Ning Xiyue endured the pain and reached out to grab the hemp rope in mid-air, the carriage kept bumping, and Ning Xiyue tried hard several times before she grabbed the horse rope.

Holding the horse rope tightly, Ning Xiyue held the silver hairpin in her hand, and used all her strength to plunge into the horse's body.

Suddenly, the horse went wild, the entire carriage twisted, and Ning Xiyue's whole person was thrown out of the way......

Even if she was ready to be thrown out by the horse, but now that she was really thrown away, Ning Xiyue was still frightened, thinking to herself, it was rare for the sky to open her eyes and give her a chance to live again, would she end this life in such a way?

"Tick!"

A tear slipped down the corner of his eye, and he didn't know where it fell.

Despair and unwillingness filled every inch of blood and skin all over her body, Ning Xiyue bit her lower lip tightly, and her mood was extremely complicated.

Could it be that his life of revenge is really going to end like this?

At this moment, two figures, one black and one mysterious, suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and a powerful arm tightly wrapped around Ning Xiyue's slender waist, Ning Xiyue opened her eyes and looked at the handsome and extraordinary face in a daze, crying and laughing: "Feng Huayin, why are you again." ”

Why is this man by his side every time he encounters danger, Ning Xiyue really wants to wonder if Feng Huayin has always been by his side to protect himself?

Feng Hua Yin Han's brows were furrowed, and there was an uncontrollable anger in his inky eyes.

This woman, knowing that Ning Jiahe is not a fuel-efficient lamp, still came out with her, if she didn't happen to be here, then she would have been killed?