In less than half an hour, Feng Lingye was called to Lanxiang Pavilion.

In the newly arranged two-story exquisite attic, there are still familiar characters and familiar layouts.

Zhuang Nanyan snuggled pitifully in Duan Junmo's arms, his hands were already wrapped in bandages, lying on the bed, tears flowed endlessly, his eyes were already red and swollen from crying, which showed that there was a great grievance.

Such an innocent form, Xi Xueyao would never be able to do it.

"You spilled the tea?" He looked at her coldly, frowning slightly, he had drunk a lot of wine last night, so much so that his head still hurt a little.

Feng Lingye raised his eyes, his eyes were cold, "Yes." ”

Zhuang Nanyan was stunned, she didn't expect her to admit the crime?

Duan Junmo was also surprised, "Why? ”

She smiled coldly, "Because I am jealous that she has a worship ceremony, jealous that she has a new house, jealous that she is the pride of the sky, jealous that she has a collection of thousands of favors......"

"Enough!" He slapped the table.

She smiled lightly, "Isn't this what you want to hear?" ”

"Feng Lingye, don't think that if you are the queen's benefactor, this king will not dare to touch you." He said lightly, the angular outline taut slightly.

"Lord, you are wrong to blame the princess, it is the concubine who did not serve the teacup, this is why these things happened, please don't blame the princess, she is innocent." Zhuang Nanyan pulled his shirt and said timidly.

"I believe that the prince has his own judgment, and it is better for my sister to be the master of the prince." A hint of mockery flashed in Feng Lingye's eyes, showing her no mercy at all, and her tone was indifferent, "If the prince wants to punish me, just give the order, why interrogate, anyway, the final result is my fault!" ”

No matter what happens, no matter what the ultimate truth is, she Feng Lingye can't escape punishment, can she?

Zhuang Nanyan's face was suddenly embarrassed.

Duan Jun's dark phoenix eyes were instantly deep, "If you want to die, this king will fulfill you." ”

"Someone!" He got up and stood beside Feng Lingye, his tone was cold, "From today on, lock Feng Lingye in the Buddha hall to reflect, and you can't eat a bite of food or drink a drop of water for three days and three nights!" ”

"Yes!" The guards stepped forward and immediately escorted Feng Lingye and dragged him to the palace Buddha Hall.

Looking at her stubborn and resolute back, Duan Junmo's sword eyebrows were tightly locked, and his eyes were deep and bottomless.

Feng Lingye, whom he knew, was by no means a person with a quick tongue, what did she want to do if she was so abnormal today?

At dusk.

Sunlight shines through the carved window railings onto the marble floor of the house, and the dust drifts in the sunlight.

In the house, it was quiet and peaceful, and the needle drop could be heard.

In the center of the hall, the solemn Buddha statue has open compassionate eyes, overlooking the world.

Below the Buddha statue, Feng Lingye knelt quietly on the futon, his hands folded, motionless, and his expression was pious.

Suddenly, the Buddha hall gradually darkened.

A large area of dark clouds drifted slowly from afar, and the weather was still sunny and clear, but the sky changed in a blink of an eye.

The room quickly became stuffy.

In just one hour, night fell, the sky began to thunder, and the first summer rain was finally coming.

Boom –

A thunderclap suddenly resounded throughout the capital.

The quiet palace quickly began to be noisy, everyone collected clothes and grabbed things, and they were in a mess in an instant.

Boom –

The second thunderbolt was deafening.

Feng Lingye opened his eyes, and the corners of his lips hooked slightly.

Suddenly, a panicked scream exploded in the night sky, "Go water, Buddha hall go water!" ”