When she turned around, it turned out to be Xi Xueyao from yesterday, and it was Duan Junmo in front of her.

Xi Xueyao looked at her face with disdain, and it was actually bandaged, so she mocked: "Who in our house is so kind and bandages a dog's wound?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the maids around him laughed out loud.

"Since it's a dog house, there is naturally a veterinarian, Sister Xue Yao." Feng Lingye's thin lips opened lightly, smiling skillfully, and he couldn't see the state of despair.

Xi Xueyao's round eyes widened, and she immediately turned to Duan Junmo beside her for help, "Lord Wang, look at this cheap maid, she actually scolded the people in our entire palace for being dogs!" ”

Duan Junmo didn't seem to be interested in the intrigue between women, and didn't respond to her words, but walked in front of Feng Lingye, stopped, and looked at her with calm eyes.

Feng Lingye meekly lowered his face.

His deep eyes seemed to want to see her through at a glance, and he probably already knew what was going on in the kennel.

Maybe time was pressing, maybe he was in a good mood today, and he didn't embarrass her, but passed by her and got into the carriage.

Xi Xueyao stomped her feet angrily on the side, stared at Feng Lingye who walked down the steps angrily, wringed the Jinpa in her hand vigorously, and began to calculate again in her heart.

Slut, when she returns home, she must be good-looking!

Can't take a carriage, everyone thought that Feng Ling was walking on foot at night.

Unexpectedly, to everyone's surprise, she actually walked in front of a black horse, jumped lightly, and rode on.

Sensing the movement outside, Duan Junmo lifted the curtain with one hand, and saw her sitting on the black horse in high spirits.

Long hair is light, the figure is thin but straight, and he is dressed in a pink and yellow robe and skirt, beside the snowy streets, like a cold winter plum, cold and arrogant.

Immediately, he frowned.

As soon as the subordinate looked at his face, he knew that he was unhappy, so he quickly glared at Feng Lingye and scolded: "Is this horse for you, don't you get off ...... quickly"

Feng Lingye faced the displeased Duan Junmo, his thin lips raised slightly, and he smiled gently, "Your Highness the Seventh, if you don't set off again, I'm afraid it will be delayed." ”

"Let's go." He lowered the curtain and spoke coldly.

The next person had to let her go.

A mockery rose at the corners of her lips, the old routine didn't work after one time, she would never be stupid enough to chase a carriage on foot this time.

A group of people marched unhurriedly towards the Anwu Gate.

About an hour after a stick of incense, the carriage stopped, Feng Ling got off the horse at night, Duan Junmo walked out of the carriage at the same time, ignored her directly, and went straight forward. Feng Lingye immediately quickened his pace to keep up.

The two of them didn't say anything all the way, led by the maidservant aunt in the palace, and soon arrived at the gate of a palace called Qin Xizhai.

As soon as you enter the palace gate, a temperament diametrically opposed to the name of the palace comes to your face, the large peony that symbolizes wealth and wealth is planted all over the courtyard, the golden and brilliant facilities and pavilion buildings are luxurious and noble, and there is no elegant Langui atmosphere.

In the center of the hall, the graceful and luxurious Concubine Duan had already been waiting in a high position, her face was not old, but her appearance was mediocre, and after touching Feng Lingye, the coldness and sharpness in her eyes were particularly dazzling.

But soon, he was softened by Duan Junmo, who was approaching him.

She hurriedly helped him up who wanted to salute, and took him aside to sit down affectionately, "It's rare to see him a few times a year, so you don't have to be so polite, tell your mother about it......"

The two of them chatted like this.

Only Feng Lingye knelt on the cold marble floor, his legs and feet were numb from the cold.

"Go and say hello to your father." Finally, Concubine Duan sent Duan Junmo away with a smile.

The smile on her face disappeared instantly, and she stared at Feng Lingye who was kneeling on the ground, her eyes were cold, "Feng Lingye, are you guilty?" ”