This scene made the people who came to give it off to Feng Yici, and the whole heart couldn't help but sink.

When did these people love Feng Huayin so much? Even, can't even compare to himself, the prince?

If Feng Huayin returns victoriously this time, then his father will definitely entrust Feng Huayin with important responsibilities, coupled with the love of the people, then what status does he, the crown prince, have?

A sense of threat rose from the bottom of his heart, and Feng Yici's face was slightly gloomy.

Ning Xiyue held Feng Huayin's hand tightly, she had never been very verbose, and she was rarely verbose all the way: "Remember, the things I handed you must be carried, and also, you must be careful and careful in your diet, and you must test it with a silver needle." ”

"Okay Yue'er, I know."

Feng Huayin lowered his head and gently dropped a kiss on Ning Xiyue's forehead, and then said, "Wait for me to come back." ”

Seeing that the time was not early, Ning Xiyue was not good at what to say, so she had to nod, hoping that everything would not be as she thought.

"Eighth Emperor Brother, I'll send it here, I wish you all the best."

Feng Yici stepped forward and patted Feng Huayin's shoulder heavily: "It's time, let's go!" ”

"Prince, farewell."

Finally, after taking a deep look at Ning Xiyue, Feng Huayin turned over and got on his horse, his deep black eyes glanced at the many soldiers, and said sharply: "Let's go!" ”

Ning Xiyue stood in place, silently watching the tall figure getting farther and farther away, with mixed feelings in her heart.

If it was possible, Ning Xiyue really hoped that this time Feng Huayin could not go to the pacification of the frontier, but this was a holy decree after all, even if she was unwilling, I am afraid that she would not be able to.

What's more, she can't not let Feng Huayin go to the frontier because she may be in danger, that would be tantamount to restricting Feng Huayin's future, which is not a good thing for him.

In other words, even if he desperately let Feng Huayin stay in the capital, who can guarantee that Feng Yici will not come up with other ways to frame Feng Huayin?

Now everything can only be handed over to God, and I hope everything will not be what I think.

"The eighth princess is really worried about the eighth prince!"

Ning Jiahe walked straight to Ning Xiyue's side and smiled coldly: "Are you worried that the Eighth Prince will become a lonely ghost this time!" ”

Ning Xiyue looked sideways, and her red lips hooked lightly: "Mother will bless the prince in heaven, so I won't worry about the princess." ”

This is outside the city, just very close to the place where her mother's ashes are placed, Ning Xiyue looked at the three maids behind her, and said softly: "I miss my mother, you three accompany me to have a look." ”

"That's right, I also want to go and see the eldest mother, let's go together!" Ning Jiahe continued.

Ning Xiyue's expression was indifferent, and she didn't even look at Ning Jiahe, so she went straight to the carriage.

Ning Jiahe gritted his teeth secretly, his eyes were full of cruelty, Ning Xiyue, Feng Huayin doesn't have many good days, and when the time comes, you will all become prisoners.

……

Following Ning Xiyue all the way to the temple, Ning Jiahe looked at the spiritual seat engraved with 'Xue Xuerou's Tomb' in the ancestral hall, and his eyes were even more distorted.

It is this woman who has occupied the position of the lady of the General's Mansion for many years, and Ning Xiyue, who was born to her, is even more dedicated to opposing herself.

Hmph, if it weren't for this mother and daughter, so many things wouldn't have happened in her life, and if she hadn't known how to play tricks, she wouldn't have died many times now.

Ning Xiyue knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, her beautiful eyes were covered with a layer of mist, mother, you must bless your daughter's revenge and bless Hua Yin's smooth return this time.

"Yo, why is the eighth princess still crying!"

Taking advantage of the fact that the three maids went out, Ning Jiahe stepped forward with a sneer, stretched out his hand to pick up the spiritual seat, and said with an inexplicable smile: "Presumably, the eighth princess is still reluctant to the eldest mother." ”

Ning Xiyue looked at Ning Jiahe and said coldly, "You quickly put down my mother's spiritual position." ”

"Nervous about what?"

Ning Jiahe fiddled with the spiritual position, and said with a smile: "The eldest lady was also the lady of the General's Mansion when she was alive, but when she died, she only had this ordinary spiritual position, which was a little too worthless." ”

Ning Xiyue stood up from the ground and stretched out her hand: "Give me the spiritual position." ”

Ning Jiahe is not worthy of touching the spiritual seat carved by his father for his mother, and Ning Xiyue is very angry about this.

"It's better to go back like this, I will order someone to build a golden spiritual position, and I will definitely let the eldest lady have face, as for this broken wood, just throw it away!"

When the words fell, without waiting for Ning Xiyue to speak, Ning Jiahe threw the spiritual position to the ground, only to hear a "click", and the spiritual position was broken in half.

Ning Xiyue was stunned in place, and the blood all over her body seemed to freeze at this moment, and gradually became cold.

Ning Jiahe raised her chin, she liked to see Ning Xiyue's painful appearance, this is just the beginning, there are more to come, she must let Ning Xiyue live better than die.

With a sneer, Ning Jiahe said: "I still have to go back to prepare for the third sister's return to her parents' house, Eighth Princess, I'll leave first." ”

Glancing at Ning Xiyue's pale face, Ning Jiahe left like a noble peacock.

The three maids came in from the outside, and when they saw that the spiritual position was broken, they immediately understood.

"It must have been done by the crown princess, I'll go to her to settle the score."

Seeing Cuiliu's angry look, Rong Xia immediately stretched out his hand to hug her, and said helplessly: "Cuiliu, don't make trouble for the princess." ”

This is not the past, now Ning Jiahe's identity is the crown princess, if he comes forward to theorize, not only can he not help Miss, but he will cause trouble for Miss.

Cuiliu's flat mouth, her eyes were red, and she drooped her head: "But Madame's spiritual position ......"

Rong Xia shook his head and stepped forward softly: "Miss." ”

"I'm fine."

Reaching out to pick up the broken spiritual seat, Ning Xiyue said in a cold voice: "Cuiliu Jinxiu, you two maids go and help me ask for another piece of wood from the host, and I will personally carve a spiritual seat for my mother." ”

"Yes, miss."

The two maids nodded, and immediately ran to ask for wood.

Rong Xia helped Ning Xiyue sit down and said softly, "Miss, do you have any ideas?" ”

She knew Ning Xiyue very well, and knew that this time the spirit position was broken, and Ning Xiyue was really angry.

Ning Xiyue took out a handkerchief, slowly wiped the dust on the spiritual position, and there was a coldness in her indifferent tone: "Isn't Ning Shandie going back tomorrow, okay, let's take her under the knife." ”

"What?"

Rong Xia was secretly shocked: "Miss, do you mean ......?"

After looking outside to make sure that there was no one, Rong Xia carefully made a 'kill' action.

Ning Shandie is now Qin Shangshu's daughter-in-law, if she dies when she returns to her parents' house, isn't it not good?

"Kill? That's just too cheap for her. ”

The corners of her lips lightly hooked up with a cruel sneer, and Ning Xiyue's red lips lightly opened: "I want Ning Shandie to suffer a lot, life is better than death." ”

The accounts of the past and present lives, let's first take Ning Shandie and teach Ning Jiahe a lesson.

Rong Xia silently looked at Ning Xiyue's cold eyes, and pursed the corners of her mouth: "Miss, you have changed." ”

She doesn't know her anymore, and she always feels that this is a puzzling thing.