Feng Ling was about to leave the Imperial Palace, and when he saw that Ning Jiahe was actually here, he couldn't help but think of that annoying Ning Xiyue.

A face sank instantly, and Feng Ling said coldly: "The prince is not here, if you are fine, it is best to leave quickly." ”

"Seven Princes, I'm ......"

Ning Jiahe frowned, looked inside carefully, didn't see Feng Yici, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

The prince hasn't come back yet, and he came in vain.

"Come on, get this woman out."

Feng Ling ordered coldly, and soon, a few guards came in from outside, Ning Jiahe was pulled and driven out of the palace, and the people outside all pointed their fingers when they saw it.

"This woman was kicked out by the guards, and I don't know why."

"Anything else? It must have been because this woman seduced His Royal Highness the Prince, so she was kicked out. ”

The palace people who passed by all pointed and pointed and laughed: "I heard that the person of the crown princess has been decided, it is Ning Xiyue, and there are even people who shamelessly come to seduce the prince." ”

"Heh, it's just a concubine, even if she is a concubine for His Royal Highness the Prince, no one wants it."

"That's it."

The ridicule made Ning Jiahe's already pale face even more embarrassed, and he didn't care about explaining anything, so he hurriedly ran away.

When I returned to Xiangyue Tower, it was already dark, and it was still the same as usual, some people kept sending gifts and refreshments to Ning Xiyue's room, the purpose was to please Ning Xiyue, hoping that Ning Xiyue could say something good for them in front of Feng Yici.

In the eyes of these people, even if it is a side concubine, it is a thing worthy of honoring the ancestors.

Ning Jiahe stood in place and watched silently, his face was blue and white, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Why did you work so hard, but why did you end up with nothing?

Ning Jiahe's palms were clenched, and his eyes exuded coldness like a poisonous snake, and after a long sound, Ning Jiahe raised a weird smile lightly, turned around and left Xiangyue Tower.

She thought that there was a person who could let herself borrow a knife to kill people......

in the room.

Ning Xiyue drew pictures of beauties on the paper one by one, gentle eyebrows and eyes, cherry red lips, each of them, which was annoying.

Phantom Er watched from the sidelines, and her eyes couldn't stop being shocked: "Miss, your painting is too similar, at least seven points similar." ”

Just relying on what others said, he drew people, and Huan'er admired Ning Xiyue very much.

"It's only seven points."

Ning Xiyue frowned, as if she was very dissatisfied with the only seven points.

"It's already very similar, it's not much like a real person."

Retracting her gaze, Huan'er said with some curiosity: "Miss, why did you suddenly remember to draw Princess Qingshu!" ”

Retracting her hand, Ning Xiyue sighed: "I heard that the Queen Mother likes Princess Qingshu very much, and recently because Princess Qingshu's sacrifice day is approaching, I don't think about tea and dinner, I think, if I can, I can give this painting to the Queen Mother, so that she can feel at ease." ”

"The Queen Mother?"

Huan'er was surprised: "Miss Ning, ordinary people can't get in the Queen Mother's place at all, even if you have the heart to give it to the Queen Mother, I'm afraid it won't work." ”

Hearing this, Ning Xiyue frowned, really, why didn't she think of this!

"Miss, why don't we ask the prince?"

Hearing Phantom's words, Ning Xiyue shook her head: "Forget it, let's put it away!" ”

The emperor didn't want to see Feng Huayin in the first place, if Feng Huayin took the initiative to touch Feng Cheng's brow, it would not be a good thing for Feng Huayin.

"But ......"

As soon as Huan'er was about to speak, she received Ning Xiyue's eyes, and she had no choice but to swallow the words that came to her lips again.

What exactly does Ning Xiyue want to do? Huan'er was curious, and always felt that Ning Xiyue's mind was difficult to guess.

The night is like a curtain.

In the dark night, a small sound sounded, and a black figure came out of Ning Xiyue's room and secretly went to He Chang's palace.

"I didn't expect this Ning Xiyue to have such a ability."

Looking at the portrait that seemed to be a real person in his hand, He Chang was smiling: "I want to make the Queen Mother happy, so as to establish your status as the future crown princess, I really want to be beautiful, I want to use this painting to make the emperor raise me to a concubine!" ”

After a while, the entire hall resounded with He Chang's arrogant laughter.

At this moment, in the palace of the Seven Kings.

"It's not me, get out of here, get out of the way, don't come to me."

Feng Ling fell into a deep nightmare, cold sweat dripping down his forehead, no matter how hard he tried to open his eyes, he just couldn't.

Bright red blood, eyes wide open without blinking, and the sound of Qingshu collecting debts constantly ringing in the ears, like a ghost asking for your life, making you unavoidable and unable to escape.

"Ahh

With a shout, Feng Ling sat up from the bed suddenly, he looked around in a panic, the cold sweat on his face was raining down, ticking and dripping on the quilt.

Thinking of everything in the dream just now, the face of Qing Shu before his death kept coming to his mind, Feng Ling was full of horror, and he kept thinking about it, could it be that there is really a thing in the world where unjust souls ask for their lives?

As soon as this idea was born, it was snuffed out by Feng Ling, no, no, no, what was he thinking, what kind of unjust soul asking for his life, how could there be any unjust soul asking for his life in the world.

Qing Shu has been dead for so long that he won't appear again at all, so he still shouldn't scare himself.

Putting on his shoes, Feng Ling walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water, but before the glass of water could reach his mouth, Feng Ling suddenly saw a slender shadow floating outside the door.

"This ......"

"Smack!"

The teacup in his hand shattered to the ground, Feng Ling's already gloomy face became even more embarrassed, and there was a cold feeling behind him.

It was obviously summer, but Feng Ling felt only endless coldness, and that feeling seemed as if something was entangled in him.

Swallowing his saliva hard, Feng Ling tried hard to tell himself that there would never be any fooling around in the world, Qing Shu was dead, that is, he was already dead, and it was impossible to resurrect him.

Looking around vigilantly, Feng Ling lay on the bed, trying not to let himself think about this sister who was killed by himself.

But it backfired, the more Feng Ling didn't want to think about it, Qing Shu's voice and smile seemed to appear in front of him on purpose.

In the darkness, there seemed to be countless pairs of eyes staring at him, and cold and weird laughter kept ringing in his ears, which made Feng Ling, who was already nervous, even more nervous.

Gradually, something became clearer, until a thin, beautiful woman appeared in the room.

Feng Ling's eyes widened in shock, and without thinking about it, he pulled out the long sword beside the bed and kept slashing it indiscriminately.

"Get out of here, what are you going to do, why you just won't let me go, why you just won't let me go."

Feng Ling kept waving the long sword in his hand, slashing at the figure again and again, but the shadow just wouldn't dissipate.

Covered in cold sweat, his clothes were soaked, and Feng Ling's shouting voice summoned the guards in the Seven Kings' Mansion......