The Night King laughed. Naturally, which side is in favor of the Night King, and which side is just in favor of that side......" Duanhe's hint to the princess had already been laid out, and he said generously.

Liyue's gaze condensed. She was sure that the Night King was playing them like rats!

Feng Mengyi's heart clenched suddenly. In case this charge is confirmed...... Assassinating the princess is not something that the Feng family can afford......

"Courtier...... The courtiers really didn't assassinate Duanhe and the princess! Feng Mengyi said in a panic.

No, never! She still has to fight with Feng Ruoyao's slut, how can she be convicted so easily?

Liyue glanced at Feng Mengyi lightly, and then set her eyes on the Night King, and the threatening eyes were self-evident.

"Oh-" The Night King seemed to suddenly realize, Tsinghua's noble temperament remained unchanged, "I see......"

With a wave of his hand, he had an extra piece of cloth in his hand and caught the dagger: "Hey, isn't this the royal dagger?" ”

Princess Duanhe's eyes were cold, completely ignoring the wound on her lower abdomen, and looking at the Night King coldly.

How could he say that? Isn't he a royal man?

Liyue's gaze fluctuated, bewitching. Sure enough, this Rausch Night King is also an acquaintance...... Hmph, if you protect the royal family, I don't know how you died!

Liyue naturally didn't think that it was his own threat that played a role. This Night King knew at a glance that it was not a simple master, but since he helped her and helped the Feng family, it should not be harmful to the Feng family recently.

"Ah, no matter what, I'm going to go to the banquet in a while." The Night King snorted elegantly, and Tsinghua's noble temperament lingered beside him: "Hey, isn't that the old man Feng?" ”

I saw a figure hurrying in the distance. Liyue's gaze was slightly condensed, and there was no doubt that it was indeed Feng Luoxiu!

"I heard that Fenghan's concubine wants to assassinate Duan and the princess?" Feng Luoxiu's voice was loud, and he was in front of him in the blink of an eye, glaring at Princess Duanhe and said.

Duanhe pulled the corners of the princess's lips. Oops, it seems that the framed drama is a complete failure......

I blame that Ye Ling! Why do you want to help that little slut from the moon? Ye Ling is the Night King, and he is supposed to help the royal family, isn't he? Why the sudden defection?

The Night King's clothes were better than snow, and the corners of his thin lips raised slightly: "Old Master Feng, Princess Duanhe seems to have missed for a while...... Accidentally stabbed himself with his own dagger...... What can I do? Maybe one day Duan and the princess will commit suicide with their own daggers. ”

Every sentence is beautiful, the Night King's ink hair is flying, and his cold voice is not like words.

"......" Liyue, she has seen the poisonous tongue, but the poisonous tongue's face does not change color and the heart does not beat, this Rausch subnight king is still the first.

"......" Duanhe and the princess's mind are exquisite, how can they not hear the Night King's sarcasm towards him. Her little face turned blue and white, white and black, and it took a long time before she exhaled: "Oh, that's Duanhe's clumsy." Please also Miss Mengyi not be surprised. ”

Feng Mengyi walked away in the ghost gate, how could it be so easy to be appeased. With a cold snort, Feng Mengyi raised her chin, as if she was an arrogant peacock: "Duanhe Princess said such a light and fluttering sentence, and he ...... framed it."

Before the word "planting" was finished, Feng Mengyi was pulled back by Aunt Yu. Aunt Yu knows the status of Duanhe Princess in the royal family, and she also knows that the royal family has almost a few catties and taels.

The Feng family, maybe with the strength of the whole family, can barely fight against the royal family. But if it's just a small side branch of Fenghan, it's still impossible to talk about.

Aunt Yu had a hypocritical smile on her face, and nodded lukewarmly at Princess Duanhe: "Then, I hope that Houduan and Princess will not be too childish." ”

Although this sentence is not obvious, the insinuation of cynicism is extremely prominent.

Buckle such a criminal hat on Aunt Yu's only weight to compete with the Wu family-Feng Mengyi, how can Aunt Jade give up. If it weren't for the other party's strength, background, and power, they were all very good, otherwise Aunt Yu would have rushed up and reprimanded that person.

"Okay, I'm going to the emperor's banquet too. Although it was a dinner party, some of them were busy......" The corners of the Night King's mouth hooked up a warm smile like jade, a little cold and cold, and his dark eyes glanced at Princess Duanhe faintly.

"I don't know when Princess Duanhe will return to the palace? There is a good imperial doctor in the palace. The Night King said lightly, ignoring the injuries of the princess and the princess, and with a wave of his hand, an eight-winged unicorn-shaped demonic beast covered in pitch black fell from the sky, and its huge body was full of domineering. The Night King stepped on the back of the beast and sped away.

Princess Duanhe bit her lip fiercely, her eyes full of unwillingness. He grabbed a healing pill and stuffed it into his mouth, and Duanhe Princess looked cold.

After a long time, Princess Duanhe seemed to remember something, and barely stood up, with a polite smile on her face: "Master Feng, it's like this." My father wants to invite you and Liyue to the palace. Miss Mengyi still wants to go to the Buddhist temple, Miss Ruoyao is still doing penance, and the eldest son Feng Mohan is still learning art, sure enough, the Feng family is still producing talents from generation to generation! ”

While saying this, Princess Duanhe's gaze also vaguely swept around Liyue's body.

Liyue's face was still a bewitching smile: "Is it an invitation?" Then it will be tiring to work with Duanhe and the princess, not only pretending to stab herself, but also sending us invitations, which can be described as tiring. ”

Duanhe Princess's hand clenched quietly. This waste, when did the lip work become so powerful.

However, Feng Liyue's fighting spirit is so wasteful, and it doesn't have its own strength at all. Even fighting skills can't help much. How about a good mouthful? Is the talent good!

"Hehe, joke." Duanhe Princess almost had no face to stay any longer. Biting her lip hatefully, Princess Duanhe's face was full of unwillingness. She took out three invitations from the ring and handed them to Feng Luoxiu.

Feng Luoxiu didn't even look at it, put it aside casually, and posed to Princess Duanhe as if he was going to send off a guest: "Thank you Princess Duanhe for personally sending the invitation." Duanhe, princess, please go back, it's windy and rainy outside, and the girl's delicate body still doesn't go out. ”

Although Princess Duanhe was resentful in her heart, she still looked like a lady's daughter on the surface, and she bowed to Fengluo in a proper manner, turned around and walked out with her personal maid.

Feng Luoxiu's eyes fell on the invitation, and he took out one and handed it to Liyue: "Look, the royal family will definitely design a frame." ”

"It's okay!" Liyue moved her hands and feet lightly, twisted her head, and accepted the invitation.