Feng Yici was stunned for a moment, and looked at the woman in white who strode in, the simple white flowers on her head seemed to be still blooming, spotless as if the fairy in the sky had fallen into the red dust.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince?" Ning Jiahe frowned, and followed Feng Yici's gaze in a daze, and the hand under the big sleeve couldn't help but clench tightly.

A trace of hideousness flashed on her unpowdered face, but she quickly returned to normal, with a little sadness on her face, and walked unhurriedly to Ning Xiyue's side to block Feng Yici's sight, "Second sister is here." ”

Ning Xiyue didn't speak, she didn't want to deal with Ning Jiahe, and even more so as if she hadn't seen Feng Yici, she just walked to Lu Wen's side unhurriedly, "Aunt Lu hasn't answered this princess yet?" ”

Lu Wen looked at Ning Xiyue in a little panic, and grabbed Ning Jiahe's sleeves with his hands trembling slightly, "Ning Xiyue, don't think that I will be afraid of you if you are now the eighth princess, He'er is the crown princess, and the prince is here, you can't make waves." ”

She won't stupidly admit that she is dissatisfied with the emperor, isn't that self-defeating?

Ning Xiyue turned around and glanced at Feng Yici, who was still sitting in the seat drinking tea, slightly raised her eyebrows, looked at him with a little meaning, and her red lips opened lightly, "I advise Aunt Lu, good and evil will be rewarded in the end, God has eyes, and will not let the wicked succeed." ”

This sentence was said to Lu Wen, and it was also said to Feng Yici.

She didn't know what Feng Yici would do in the army, so she could only confuse him and make him give up his plan because of how much he was capable of knowing about his affairs.

"Since the eighth princess is here to pay tribute to the third lady, then go to the front hall." Feng Yiqi got up and said lightly, but he was a little flustered in his heart.

He knew that Ning Xiyue's words were meant for him, but at this time he didn't know how much she knew about him, and the clenched fists under the big sleeves wanted to hit out, but he still tried to restrain himself.

Ning Xiyue chuckled and glanced at Lu Wen's mother and daughter, then turned around and walked outside.

"Instead of being idle and causing trouble everywhere, the Eighth Princess should think about the Eighth Emperor Brother who is far away on the frontier." Just as Ning Xiyue walked out of the living room, Feng Yici said loudly with a little meaning.

Ning Xiyue was slightly stunned and walked away quickly.

Looking at Ning Xiyue's departing back, Feng Yici looked displeased, his eyes were bubbling with a cold breath, Ning Jiahe wanted to go over and say something, but was looked at by Feng Yici's cold eyes, so he had to stop, stunned in place, and watched him leave.

"He'er, what's wrong with you? Don't scare your mother! Lu Wen shook Ning Jiahe's hand,

Her butterfly is dead, and she can't even take revenge, so she can only rely on this eldest daughter of the future queen of Fuchen in the future.

Ning Jiahe looked at Lu Wen helplessly and sighed, "Mother, how could you be so breathless just now?" It is the emperor's will not to let revenge, and we can't disobey the holy decree! ”

She, the mother, used to be very forbearing, but now when she meets the third sister, she is becoming more and more impatient.

"My mother also knows, but I can't help it, my mother didn't sleep all night last night, and when she closed her eyes, it was the voice of Butterfly shouting for us to save her." Lu Wen frowned bitterly, and when he said that Ning Shandie's teeth were clenched, and the hand rubbing the silk handkerchief couldn't help but increase his strength, as if the silk handkerchief was Ning Xiyue.

"He'er also knows her mother's thoughts, don't worry, He'er will not let Ning Xiyue have a better time, and soon Ning Xiyue will go down to bury the third sister." Ning Jiahe's eyebrows flashed with a fierce color.

She heard the words of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince Fang Cai very clearly, he must be going to attack the Eighth Prince, if this is the case, wouldn't Ning Xiyue also be affected, Ning Jiahe couldn't help but feel a lot happier when he thought about it, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a smile.

The other side.

Ning Xiyue returned to the Eight Kings' Mansion after worshipping Ning Shandie, and her frowning brows were not opened for half a minute.

Before leaving, Feng Yici's words kept echoing in her mind, making her a little frightened, and she didn't dare to imagine what kind of trap the prince had arranged for Feng Huayin.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?" Rong Xia looked at Ning Xiyue worriedly, lifted the teapot on the table, poured a cup of tea and handed it to her.

Ning Xiyue was still silent, and the maids had nothing to do.

The night is as cool as water.

Ning Xiyue fell into a dream again, in the dream, Feng Huayin was covered in blood, and her bony hand kept stretching out towards her, but she couldn't catch her hand.

"Don't, don't hurt Hua Yin, don't." Ning Xiyue shook her head violently, and the crystal tears kept sliding down.

She looked up, but saw Ning Jiahe's terrible face, her hair was grabbed fiercely, Ning Jiahe forced her to see Hua Yin's appearance of being Lingchi.

She couldn't stop it, she cried heartbreakingly, even if she couldn't shout in her throat or tears in her eyes, she was still shouting and crying, "Don't hurt Hua Yin, don't ......"

"Hahaha, Ning Xiyue, see it! This is what happens when you go against Hongu. Ning Jiahe looked at Ning Xiyue with a big smile.

Ning Xiyue on the bed covered her chest in pain, the pillow towel had already been wet, but she didn't know whether it was tears or sweat, her face was pale, her brows were frowning, but she didn't wake up from the dream.

"Miss, Miss, wake up, wake up." Jinxiu shook Ning Xiyue's shoulder in a panic.

Rong Xia came in and hurriedly lit the lamp in the room, poured another cup of herbal tea from the table, and dipped it in a silk handkerchief and put it on Ning Xiyue's rotating forehead.

Ning Xiyue opened her eyes suddenly, those eyes were full of panic, Rong Xia hurriedly picked up a silk handkerchief to wipe the fragrant sweat from her forehead.

"Miss, are you having a nightmare?" Rong Xia frowned and looked at Ning Xiyue.

Nightmare? Oh, yes! This is a nightmare, and this nightmare will soon become a reality, Ning Xiyue held the teacup that Rong Xia handed her and did not dare to let go.

"Jinxiu, you are guarding here, I will make a bowl of ginseng soup to suppress the shock of the young lady." Rong Xia turned to leave.

Ning Xiyue settled down, drank the tea in her hand, and glanced out the window with a frown, Hua Yin had been away for two days, and she didn't know how it was now, whether she had already met the rebels!

"Miss, you just frightened the slaves." Jinxiu looked at Ning Xiyue worriedly.

Ning Xiyue had just recovered a little ruddy and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she shook her head slightly, "It's okay, it's just a nightmare, you don't have to worry, go back and rest early!" ”

"Don't worry, you've been like that just now, or the slave will keep vigil for you!" Jinxiu frowned and said.

Other people's young ladies all have maids to keep vigil, and her young ladies treat people very well, and they rarely mention the vigil, and now they don't need to come to the Eight Kings' Mansion.

Ning Xiyue no longer insisted, she knew that even if she refused, they would be unable to sleep all night.