The new house of the Qi Wangfu was located in the east of the mansion, and the courtyard of the concubines was to the west.

At this time, Wanqing sat on the edge of the bed with a tired face, took off the phoenix crown, her black hair was lazily scattered, and she looked at the jade pendant that Xuanyuan Ye gave her with a heavy heart, is he ...... with the princess now?

Mo'er hugged the phoenix crown and looked at Wanqing worriedly, "Is it really okay for Miss to be like this?" Will the prince be angry? ”

"What's the matter with being angry, it's best to divorce me! Mo'er, in the future, you will be called the princess, in the palace is not as good as Fengqilou, if you say something wrong, it will make people hold the handle. "Wanqing knows that according to his agreement with King Qi, he will naturally not come, but if he gets drunk, I'm afraid... For the sake of emergencies, Wanqing thought of a solution.

"Got it, little... Princess! Mo'er still wanted to call Miss, but was forcibly changed to a princess by Wanqing's eyes.

Wanqing asked Mo'er to walk to the side, and whispered a few words in Mo'er's ear, and Mo'er's eyes widened in shock.

Mo'er's face turned pale and covered her mouth in surprise, "Princess, will this be... Slaves don't dare..."

"Just do it, and I'll take care of the rest." Wanqing yawned after speaking, and after a day of tossing, she was too tired.

"Yes! Princess! Mo'er replied without confidence, silently thinking in her heart that it was okay, it was okay.

Wanqing lay on the bed and fell asleep deeply, and Mo'er, who was guarding the house, looked at the courtyard vigilantly, the courtyard was pitch black, and nothing could be seen.

Mo'er sat at the table, dragging her head with one hand and drowsy, when suddenly a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the courtyard, and Mo'er stood up vigilantly and hid.

Feng Mochen stood drunkenly at the door of Wanqing, now he had already put the agreement behind him, supported his body with one hand on the door, and kicked the door open with one foot, "Bold!" This king is still in the future...... How dare you sleep! ”

It was pitch black and he couldn't see anything, so he staggered into the room in the dark, turned and closed the door.

When he turned around again, there was a stick in front of him, which made him dizzy, and before he could react and shout for help, it was another stick, followed by a violent beating, and the stick crackled and hit Feng Mochen.

Seeing Feng Mochen lying motionless on the ground, Mo'er touched Feng Mochen with her foot, and found that he was motionless, Mo'er trembled in fear and measured his snort with her little hand, but fortunately she just fainted,

Mo'er trembled and threw the stick in her hand aside, and threw Feng Mochen out of the room with great difficulty, and exhaled a long breath.

That night, Wang Yuan took everyone up and down the Qi Palace, looking for the drunk Feng Mochen, and turned the entire Qi Palace, but he still didn't see anyone, and he didn't know where he went.

It was still Wang Yuan who saw a person with a blue nose and a swollen face lying on the ground from outside the courtyard of the new house, and he recognized it by looking at his clothes, so he hurriedly sent King Qi to the nearest concubine Yuan Ying, and asked his subordinates to invite a doctor.

The entire Qi Palace, which was shocked, was searched back and forth in the palace to hunt for the assassin who injured the prince, but there was no trace of the assassin in the Qi Palace.

Yuanying Lihua looked at Feng Mochen who was beaten into a pig's head on the bed with rain, "How is the prince?" ”

"The prince is just a skin injury, and he will be cured in a few days."

"It's great that the prince is fine! I'm scared to death the slave! ”

Yuan Ying lay on Feng Mochen's body and cried.

Wang Yuan's face turned pale, and he fell into deep self-blame.

The prince was drunk and didn't let him follow him, he thought that there would be no accident in the Qi Palace, but who knew that what he was most worried about still happened. Who did it to the prince, the one in the palace?

Wang Yuan thought about all the people who might hurt Feng Mochen, but he didn't expect that the culprit was still in the room, meeting Zhou Gong in a dream, and sleeping so comfortably.

The chickens and dogs in the Qi Wangfu are restless, but the General's Mansion is extremely quiet. The candlelight flickered in the new room, and neither of the two people sitting on the edge of the bed spoke.

Under the hijab, Princess Wen Yu lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes moved slightly, and she became shy when she thought that the person she admired was next to her.

Although the imperial brother is thinking about cutting his military power, if she is not in love, how can she be willing to marry?

Xuanyuan Ye frowned, and his expression was particularly weird against the backdrop of a red wedding dress.

Princess Wenyu heard Xuanyuan Ye sigh, felt that he was not happy, and felt that his hand was in his direction, thinking that he was unhappy because he handed over the military power, and wanted to comfort him, but she didn't want Xuanyuan Ye to stand up, turn around and leave.

"Where is the general going on the wedding night?" Princess Wen Yu's voice trembled a little, biting her lower lip, and her hands tightly clutched the corners of her clothes.

"You two serve the princess and rest." Xuanyuan Ye's voice was cold and unwarm.

The two maids walked up to Princess Wenyu and waited carefully.

Hearing Xuanyuan Ye's footsteps getting farther and farther away, Princess Wen Yu ripped off her hijab with one hand, and tears couldn't stop flowing, Wen Yu didn't know what she did wrong, making Xuanyuan Ye hate her so much. Is it because of the surrender of military power?