Although there are lantern maids in front of them to open the way, and there are other maids and grandmothers behind, walking on the road between flowers and trees, listening to the gloomy wind in their ears, Feng Qingyuan and Mo Shi can't help but feel afraid, and they snuggle up to each other closer and closer, and their steps are getting faster and faster.

Suddenly, a cold white ethereal figure flashed in the air in front of him, causing the two lantern maids to scream and throw away the lantern in their hands, trying to escape but they were inexplicably tripped and fell to the ground.

"There are ghosts! That must be Aunt Su's unjust soul back! ”

Not only was the slave in the rear the first to scream, but the frightened maids and grandmothers immediately screamed in unison, and hid with their heads in their hands regardless of anything.

As for Feng Qingyuan and Mo Shi's first reaction was to turn around and run, but as soon as they turned, the strange white shadow of the forest flew in front of them again. This time, they also vaguely saw the woman's terrible appearance with a cloak and a drenched body, and she was so frightened that her legs were weak and she fell to the ground.

The road from the front yard to the Qingfeng Courtyard in the back house was already in chaos, Feng Huanbing had already run to inform the old lady, and Long Yucang took Feng Huanling to find the Prime Minister Feng to discuss something, and when he heard the noise from afar, he rushed here together.

Feng Wanquan was worried that the chaos in the house would make King Cheyue see the joke, so he hurriedly walked a few steps to arrive first, and before he arrived, he saw his wife and third daughter, kowtowing to the empty air and begging for mercy.

"Aunt Su, I didn't mean to harm you in the past, and it wasn't me who killed you this time, don't come to me to ask for your life! If you want to ask for your life, you should also go to the second uncle, it is him, he is the one who let us trick you out before dawn, so that he can drown you to vent his anger. Don't come to me, go to the second uncle! ”

Feng Qingyuan, who had already lost her veil in a panic, hugged her head and hid in her mother's arms, crying hoarsely, even if she was afraid of the power of ghosts and gods, she still felt that everything was the fault of others.

"It's all dead, Su Molan, don't pretend to be a ghost anymore! If you feel that you have died unjustly, you should also go to Feng Wanli, who let your daughter hurt other people's children? If you want to take revenge, you should go to him first! ”

Mo's roar roared at the air like a madman, and his attitude seemed to be tough, but his body was already shaking like chaff.

"What kind of ghost? I'm not afraid of you! In this life, are there still few people who die at my hands? If those sluts come to me for revenge, can I, Mo Yaqinyan, live a good life to this day? Since they can't do anything to me, what can Su Molan, who is as cowardly as you, do to me? ”

Hearing this, Feng Wanquan's face was already as dark as the night above his head, and when he turned his eyes, he saw that Feng Huanbing was helping the old lady to come, so he hurriedly stepped forward and pulled Mo Shi up, and reprimanded: "Mo Yaqin, what kind of madness are you taking your daughter here?" ”

Seeing Xiang Ye's staggered angry face in front of him, Mo Shi was first happy to rely on more confrontation with powerful ghosts, but in an instant, he realized that he had listened to his words, and he couldn't help but be shocked.

As several passers-by gradually gathered together, the eldest lady and the third lady, who were frightened by the ghost, gradually came back to their senses, and they all shut up and said no more.

Feng Huanling looked at the two people with their hair and shirts a little messy with a smile, and asked as if puzzled: "What's wrong with mother and third sister?" How did you get so messed up? ”

The old lady who came in a hurry couldn't help frowning when she saw the appearance of the two, obviously waiting for an explanation.

"Oh, Shicai, Shicai jumped out of nowhere a wild cat, and the sudden fright made me and Qing Yuan slightly out of order, which made the princess laugh."

Mo Shi, who calmed down, quickly came up with a way to deal with it, and pretended to stroke the messy hair on his sideburns while speaking.

The old lady's face sank like water: "It's the third watch in the middle of the night, and it's the seventh period of Aunt Su's mother, what kind of system do you mother and daughter have made like this!" ”

"My mother taught them a very good lesson, and I will punish them according to the house rules later. It's getting late, so my mother should go back and rest early. ”

Feng Wanquan suppressed his anger slightly, obviously not planning to make too much noise about what he heard, and turned to King Cheyue again: "Tomorrow, Aunt Su's funeral, the lower officials will arrange it properly, and please go back to rest with confidence." ”

It was also one of the five major families of the Divine Dragon Kingdom, but now there are only four major families left, and although the Feng family is temporarily in the first place, they dare not be too public. Even though the Su family cannot be underestimated, the Mo family still has a queen mother in power, and she can't afford to offend.

Therefore, Feng Wanquan would be so depressed and forbearing, which was expected by Feng Huanling, and it was not an overnight thing to want to separate the relationship between the two families.

As for Feng Wanli, who killed Aunt Su, she didn't feel too surprised, after all, the only pair of children were so seriously injured, but he didn't dare to move King Cheyue, so he could only use Feng Huanling's biological mother to vent his anger first.

However, Feng Huanbing was obviously unacceptable to his father's crime of ignoring Mo and Feng Qingmi's confession, and his eyes were red for a moment, if he hadn't been dragged back to the guest house by Feng Huanling to rest, he was afraid that he would not be able to help but break out on the spot.

"Sister, I asked Yushu to pretend to be a ghost to scare them, originally just to let my father see the truth. With the current power of the Mo family, of course my father will not easily move the eldest lady, why should you be so concerned? What's more, the real culprit of the mother's death is the second uncle, how could the father make this matter bigger? ”

Back in the guest room, Feng Huanling personally poured a cup of tea for Feng Huanbing, looking at her heart-wrenching despair and helpless.

Although she has not yet experienced the betrayal and injury of her parents, the feeling of complete chilling at the moment when she thinks about Feng Huanbing is not much different from when she was injured by Long Jingming and Feng Qingwan in her previous life, right?

"I understand, but I can't forgive ......"

Feng Huanbing stiffened his movements, picked up the teacup and took a sip, and a faint bitterness flowed to the depths of his heart.

My father wanted to turn big things into small things and small things into nothing, but she couldn't!

Whether it is Feng Wanli, who killed her mother with her own hands, or Mo and Feng Qingwei, who tortured her mother for more than ten years in the past, she will not let go of any of them!

No matter what price she will pay, sooner or later she will have to seek justice for her mother!

But as a concubine who is not treated by her parents and has died of her own mother, she is undoubtedly too weak. With only the current identity and ability, vain attempts to take revenge are tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

If she wants to grow up quickly, there seems to be only one way to go.

"Lord Wang, I want to participate in this year's autumn election of the Holy Lord, and I would like to ask Lord Wang to help a lot."

Long Yucang only glanced at Feng Huanbing faintly, but it seemed that he had seen her through in an instant, he only thought about it for a moment, and then spit out the word "good" lightly.

After the first seven days, Aunt Su's coffin was buried in the Feng family's mausoleum, and she was buried as a flat wife according to Feng Wanquan's intentions, which can be regarded as giving the Su family an explanation.

King Cheyue has stayed in the Prime Minister's Mansion to accompany the princess for the past seven days, which made the fourth young lady who was originally suspected of being a concubine afraid that she would not be treated well in the palace, and she believed that Feng Huanling did not know what means she used to completely charm Long Yucang, so she would make the prince so favored.

After that, there are still "six phases" to guard, but Feng Huanling is not good to stay in the Prime Minister's Mansion anymore, and Yili should follow Long Yucang back to Cheyue Palace.

In order to see off King Cheyue and his wife, the Prime Minister's Mansion naturally wants to hold a banquet again, although it is not too public, but it also needs to be rich in wine and food.

Before the banquet began, everyone gathered in the small seats in the transparent flower hall, although they were all dressed in plain mourning clothes but holding smiling faces, seemingly enthusiastically accompanying the noble prince and princess to gossip about homely things.

"Princess, the eldest lady specially ordered the kitchen to stew an appetizer soup before the banquet, please taste it."

Qixiang lowered her eyebrows and stepped forward with a fine porcelain cup, and respectfully bowed in front of Feng Huanling.

"Mother has a heart."

Feng Huanling was just about to raise his hand to take it, but Long Yucang, who was sitting beside him, suddenly stretched out his hand and picked up the porcelain cup first, "This appetizing soup seems to be really good, but has the lady forgotten the advice of the medical fairy?" Before the last few days of medicine to cure your dumb disease are exhausted, it is not advisable to eat anything containing hawthorn. ”

I didn't remember what Cangyun had said at all, and in the blink of an eye, he guessed that Long Yucang's move must have a deep meaning, and even if he cooperated, he suddenly realized.

"However, after all, it is the eldest lady's thoughts, and it is not good to waste it. Since Qixiang married to the palace, she has taken care of her master very dedicatedly, and today this appetizer soup will be given to you to enjoy, so drink it quickly. ”

As he spoke, Long Yucang had already reached out and handed the glass cup with the lid uncovered to Qixiang, and under the big palm that no one could see, a cloud of dark red powder quietly scattered into the soup from the palm of his hand.

"Slave and maid, thank you for the reward!"

The overjoyed Qixiang didn't doubt him at all, but said that his efforts had finally won a little favor from King Cheyue, and he took the appetizing soup with affection and took a sip before retreating to the side to continue drinking.

As the princess, Feng Huanling didn't feel jealous, but Feng Qingyuan, who was sitting next to her, glared at Qixiang's gaze, as if she had been quenched with poison.

After talking for a while, Mo got up and said, "It's almost early, please move the prince and the princess to the main hall for dinner." ”

Seeing King Cheyue standing up with the princess in his arms, everyone immediately got up, and when they were about to walk out of the flower hall, they heard Qixiang suddenly scream, and then dropped the glass cup in his hand, and fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, the ladies inevitably exclaimed, and the old lady tightened her eyebrows and secretly said why there had been accidents in the house recently, but she said calmly: "What are you panicking about, don't you go to Dr. Shangguan first!" ”

Seeing that Qixiang was convulsed after falling to the ground, and before Shangguan Miaoshou arrived, he was already bleeding, and the onlookers in the flower hall were so shocked that they gasped in unison.

"Qixiang is like this after drinking that cup of appetizer soup, is it because the soup is poisonous?"

Su Yue was also under house arrest in the Cheyue Mansion because of Nangong Mama's affairs, so only Zhilan and Yushu came with her this time, and at this time, it was naturally Zhilan who had always spoken a lot.

"That appetizing soup was originally meant to be given to the princess, but obviously Qixiang died in vain for her master's suffering."

Since the first seven, Feng Huanbing's whole person has been a lot cold and introverted, even if there is a bloody corpse with a hideous face in front of her, she has not seen her frown, and her tone is even more cold and calm.

When Mo Shi, who didn't do anything in the soup at all, heard this, he was immediately so frightened that his legs were weak and he knelt down in front of King Cheyue's feet, and said in a trembling voice: "Lord Mingjian, the concubine has no intention of poisoning the princess!" No matter how stupid the concubine is, it is impossible to poison the soup prepared by herself, and give it to the princess to drink in front of everyone! ”

Long Yucang, who was tightly holding Feng Huanling's waist, turned a deaf ear, just pursed his thin lips and looked down at the prime minister's wife condescendingly.

Of course, he knew that no one was doing anything in this soup, because the poison was originally from him, and it was the poison that Qixiang framed Nangong Mama on that day and intended to kill the princess.