Feng Huanhuan's heart is like overturning a Baiwei bottle, with mixed feelings about his lover, excitement before revenge, fear of the future, and confusion about himself.

The man in front of him is Brother Xiang, who has been thinking about it day and night for three years.

The man in front of him is Brother Xiang, who has been ruined and hated for three years.

The man in front of him is also a "father-in-law" who has had a marriage contract with him since he was a child.

But now, he is someone else's wife, and he has become her husband.

How gratifying it is, three years later, I finally met my beloved.

What a relief, three years later, I finally got the ability to take revenge.

What a sigh that three years later, he is finally the pillow person with him.

How do you face him?

By the way, I remembered that when they got engaged that year, he said that he was going to call him "Xianggong".

In this way, remind him.

What the third prince said, Feng Huanhuan didn't listen to it, and there was no need to listen. Is there anyone in this world who knows this man named Dong Xiang better than himself?

"Dong Changshi, the slave is polite, thank you Dong Changshi for trying his best to assist my father-in-law, and please drink this cup." When this sentence came out, Feng Huanhuan almost couldn't hold back, what a sweet taste, what an intoxicating moment, is there a more powerful way to hurt this man in this world?

"You are too polite, it is the duty of your duty to be loyal to Your Highness."

When he took the glass of wine from his hand, the inadvertent touch almost pulled Feng Huanhuan back to the past, to the rainy night when the two of them were dying. It's just a little bit, it's just a little bit like Feng Huanhuan is soft-hearted.

But hearing Dong Xiang's reply, Feng Huanhuan woke up again.

Ah, that's his reaction.

"Loyalty"?

That's right, this is his ideal, he has been saying to himself, "Wang Tu hegemony, benefit the dawn".

Is it because of this that he killed his own father, killed his own father, and lived up to everything he gave him?

In that case, well, there is indeed a more powerful way to hurt this man in this world.

That is to shatter his ideal!

Look, this man didn't even dare to clink glasses with himself, not even look at himself, and didn't even dare to say a word to himself.

What a fragile man, what a fragile "hard-hearted".

Feng Huanhuan saluted and left.

Before leaving, he glanced at the three princes sitting in the hall, remembered his ugly appearance in his room, remembered his unbearable under his various bed methods, and couldn't help but add a sentence of emotion to Dong Xiang in his heart:

What a fragile ideal.

There are also many of these women in the Lingwang Mansion who are not inferior to their own in appearance, but they don't understand men, or they don't understand the three princes.

Feng Huanhuan finally understood that when he was in Qunfang Pavilion, those two healthy (cheap) women always talked to themselves about the affairs of the three princes and what they were doing.

In that case, you need it, and I need it, so you might as well take what you need.

Nine months, I took nine months to cook this group of stupid women!

This time made Feng Huanhuan very dissatisfied, and his revenge was constantly spurring Feng Huanhuan, even if he waited for one more day, it would be unbearable torment.

It's not that these women are difficult to deal with, it's just that the third prince is too.

So many women.

No wonder they will find themselves, no wonder they will use women to deal with this third prince.

How can such a man be worthy of that man's loyalty, and how can he be worthy of his own Brother Xiang to live up to himself.

Last month, he said some words to the three princes by the pillow, and the three princes promulgated the order the day before yesterday.

What they said is really good, this third prince is stubborn but listens to the wind and rain.

They have given them what they wanted, and sure enough, they have given them what they want.

Yesterday, he said something to the three princes at the wine table, and sure enough, Dong Xiang came, and through his own door, he listened to Dong Xiang helplessly being sent away by the three princes, and took away even more outrageous orders.

Feng Huanhuan only felt that he was getting closer and closer to his goal.

Today, I need to give this lustful third prince some sweetness to taste.

Doesn't he like it?

Just as he was thinking about how to guide the third prince to slide towards the abyss next, Feng Huanhuan noticed something wrong.

In the Lingwang Mansion, there will always be some people who have never seen before, although they are also respectful to themselves, but with their current status in the Lingwang Mansion, they don't know who they are and why they appear in the Lingwang Mansion.

A strong sense of uneasiness filled Feng Huanhuan's heart, as if it were the night when Qingling County was attacked four years ago.

That night, the three princes frolicked in their own room as always, and they used all the means they had learned in Qunfang Pavilion to please men. In the end, the clouds and rain stopped, and the third prince said that he was going to go far away and inspect the border defense in Dongguan Road, and he might come back in half a month, accompanied by Dong Xiang.

The uneasiness in my heart reached the peak, and after a little inquiry, I learned that the strangers in the Spirit King's Mansion these days were also arranged by Dong Xiang.

Feng Huanhuan understood that his brother Xiang was going to attack him. Feng Huanhuan hated Dong Xiang's ruthlessness on the one hand, and on the other hand, he was thinking about self-preservation.

The three princes beside him had fallen asleep deeply.

Oh, this man is not honest when he falls asleep.

Seeing the three princes asleep, trying hard to coincide the appearance of the three princes and Dong Xiang, every time Feng Huanhuan used this way to anesthetize himself, let himself have an illusion, and let himself treat the three princes "sincerely".

It is this kind of "sincerity" that makes it easier for Feng Huanhuan to influence the three princes.

Looking at Dong Xiang who he imagined, he suddenly thought of the four hundred and twenty-seven days he had been waiting for Dong Xiang, and the four hundred and twenty-seven poems he had written.

Suddenly, Feng Huanhuan's sleepiness was dispelled.

Feng Huanhuan thought of another way to not only hurt Dong Xiang, but also protect himself.

He took away the hand that the third prince had placed on his chest, put on his middle coat, walked from the boudoir to the study separated by an outer room, and found his own painting.

After thinking for a while, he drew the groom's face, it was the third prince.

It's a pity that I was going to paint this groom as his own Xiang, and then at the moment when his ideals were shattered, at the moment when he had nothing, he gave this painting to him, and this poem.

What a dramatic scene it must have been, just thinking about it, Feng Huanhuan's body was a little weak.

But now there is no way, let's save myself first.

neatly, using the font he wrote to Brother Xiang when he was a child, he wrote this poem.

The timing wasn't perfect, but it could be a fun scene.

Feng Huanhuan thought so.

Put away the scroll, return to the bed, and lie down next to the third prince.

Lying on his side with his back to the third prince, he couldn't hold back for a while and laughed out loud.

It's just that in this laughter, there is some joy and some sadness, but I am afraid that even she can't figure it out.

On this day, the third prince was leaving, and he was indeed with him.

Feng Huanhuan insisted on sending them away.

Along the way, Feng Huanhuan deliberately said goodbye, laughed and made some very intimate actions with the three princes in front of Dong Xiang in the spacious carriage of the three princes.

Looking sideways, Dong Xiang did not react on his face.

But Feng Huanhuan, who knew Dong Xiang very well, could see from Dong Xiang's straightened toes on the stirrups that he was very uncomfortable.

Don't worry, it's just foreplay, and there's even more surprises to come.

The team quickly left Xinyuan Mansion and arrived at the intersection.

The third prince asked Feng Huanhuan to go back, and Feng Huanhuan was very reluctant to say goodbye to the third prince.

He also gave the painting that had been prepared to the three princes.

The third prince opened the scroll and read the poem very much to Feng Huanhuan's heart:

The heart is leisurely to send you away,

Tears and tears look forward to the king's return,

The mountains are full of mountains and look at the king's road,

Don't forget to go back when the water is murmuring.

The third prince indulged in the farewell feelings he had created for him.

But he was paying attention to Dong Xiang's movements, clenched fists, trembling corners of his eyes, and straightened toes.

At this time, Feng Huanhuan just wanted to laugh out loud, and just wanted to point to Dong Xiang's nose and ask him if all this was what he wanted.

But in front of the three princes, you can't show it.

Feng Huanhuan burst into tears.

Interestingly, the third prince was moved by the tears he held back.

And Dong Xiang was also moved by the tears he held back.

Hehe, laughing to death, in the past four years, my tears have long dried up, and now what is flowing out is only the nectar of revenge that makes me happy enough to die on the spot!

After sending off the three princes, under the protection of several Spirit King Guards, Feng Huanhuan returned to the Spirit King Mansion.

Nervously walked in front of a few people he didn't know, trying to maintain his normalcy.

Feng Huanhuan kept telling himself in his heart: It's okay, don't be afraid, His Highness hasn't gone far yet, and they don't dare to do it yet.

Sure enough, when the three princes returned from their inspection, nothing happened.

Those unfamiliar faces also gradually disappeared from the Spirit King's Mansion.

Feng Huanhuan himself was also very conflicted, and kept asking himself, what is it for?

Brother Xiang must still have himself in his heart, and he must still love himself.

In that case, why do you have to do all this, and why do you have to destroy everything you have?

Feng Huanhuan wanted to ask this sentence, so he quickly asked it himself and asked Dong Xiang.

This is the fourth day of the return of the three princes, Dong Xiang found an excuse to enter the inner house of the Lingwang Mansion when the three princes left the Lingwang Mansion.

Dong Xiang just glanced at Feng Huanhuan from a distance, and Feng Huanhuan understood what he meant.

Feng Huanhuan is too familiar with that look, when he came to go out with her when he was a child, he had this look.

I supported all the maids around me.

Brother Xiang hurriedly walked over and walked straight towards him.

This scene is so similar to when he was a child, he came to find himself, and he was in such a hurry, and he came straight to himself like this.

But the difference is that this time he choked his own neck.

Although he didn't have any strength in his hands, Feng Huanhuan still couldn't breathe, how could he bear to treat himself like this?

"Why?" He asked firmly.

"What, why?" She replied with a hard time.

"Why are you doing this? Why are you bewitching Your Highness? ”

"Brother Xiang, don't you understand? If I can bewitch him as a weak woman, does he deserve to be so loyal to him? ”

Dong Xiang stayed where he was, pinching Feng Huanhuan's hand and letting it go weakly.