Song Xinyu tried hard to relax her stiff body, and slowly hid the hatred for Shen Ling in her eyes.

"This palace knows, this palace will be honest, now you can let people let go of this palace."

Shen Ling waved at Peony, "Let her go."

Peony hesitated for a moment, but still listened to Shen Ling's words, put away the dagger, and let go of Song Xinyu.

In fact, it is not that Shen Ling believes in Song Xinyu, but that she is completely sure to deal with Song Xinyu, if Song Xinyu stays honest, it will be fine, but if Song Xinyu wants to be a demon, then she can't be blamed for being polite.

She said everything that should be said, it depends on whether Song Xin's language is interesting or not.

On the other side, in Lin Fengzhi's wing.

Lin Fengzhi saw Mama Chang and hurriedly stood up, but when she saw that Mama Chang was no one behind her, her already worried heart instantly rose to her throat.

"Mama Chang, what about the heart?" She asked with a trembling voice, her voice full of unease.

Mama Chang shook her head and sighed, "The old slave searched almost the entire temple, but he didn't find any trace of the princess."

"How can this be ......" Lin Fengzhi slumped in his chair, his face pale, and his expression was obviously worried and afraid.

Seeing Lin Fengzhi like this, Mama Chang hurriedly stepped forward to comfort, "Don't worry, Niangniang, although the old slave failed to find the princess, she found a suspicious place."

"Where?"

Lin Fengzhi suddenly raised her head and grabbed Mama Chang's arm, as if grasping the last glimmer of hope to find Song Xinyu.

"Cedar Courtyard, Bright Moon Wing."

The Mingyue wing room was the residence of the original Mingyue concubine, and Lin Fengzhi subconsciously thought that the Mingyue concubine was playing ghosts.

"What a bright moon concubine! What good will it do her to go against this palace!"

Hearing this, Mama Chang hurriedly explained, "Niangniang misunderstood, after the fire last night, Concubine Mingyue moved out of the yard, and now it is Shen Ling who lives there."

"When the old slave passed today, there were two maids standing at the door of Shen Ling's room, it was not to say that Shen Ling was not there, they couldn't be the masters, they couldn't let the old slave enter the door to look for hairpins, the old slave had no choice but to come back first."

"Shen Ling?" Suddenly hearing Shen Ling's name, Lin Fengzhi was suddenly shocked in his heart.

She just set fire to Shen Ling yesterday and wanted to burn Shen Ling to death, Song Xinyu disappeared in the morning, and now the maidservant girl still doesn't let Mama Chang enter the door to look for it, it must be a cat!

What Lin Fengzhi thought of, Mama Chang also thought of, so she came back so quickly to tell Lin Fengzhi about it.

"It must be her! She must have found out about Hongu setting fire to her yard!"

Lin Fengzhi almost immediately concluded that Song Xinyu's disappearance was related to Shen Ling, and immediately couldn't hold it back.

"No, Hongu is going to see her!" As soon as the words fell, Lin Fengzhi had already stood up and walked towards the door.

At the same time, in Shen Ling's wing.

Since Peony let go of Song Xinyu, Song Xinyu sat honestly on the side, looking very peaceful, and Peony gradually lowered her vigilance and was busy with other things.

Taking advantage of Peony's departure, Song Xinyu quietly hid a small pair of scissors on the table next to him into his sleeve.

Shen Ling waited for Lin Fengzhi to come to the door while looking at the book.

Today's weather was gloomy and the light in the room was dim, so Shen Ling lit an oil lamp and put it on the desk.

The room was quiet, only Shen Ling and Song Xinyu were left.

Song Xinyu glanced at Shen Ling, "What are you trying to do when you came to this palace?"

Shen Ling looked down at the book in his hand, and replied without raising his head, "I just want to make some deals with the noble concubine."

"What deal?"

Song Xinyu stood up, she knew that it was not so simple for Shen Ling to catch her! Sure enough, there is a purpose!

"You don't need to know this, just wait here for the concubine to pick you up."

Song Xinyu didn't speak, and after a while, she pretended to be waiting for a bored Yangzi and walked around the room, grabbing the curtain for a while, and touching the bottle for a while.

She was quietly, little by little, approaching Shen Ling.

The corner of Shen Ling's eyes swept Song Xinyu's movements, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he didn't say anything, letting Song Xinyu pretend there.

Song Xinyu didn't know that Shen Ling had discovered her intentions, and slowly approached Shen Ling.

Standing behind Shen Ling, Song Xinyu's heart was pounding, looking at Shen Ling's eyes flashing with a fierce light, and a vicious smile appeared on his face.

Seeing that Shen Ling was fascinated by reading, she took the opportunity to take out the scissors hidden in her sleeve and stabbed at Shen Ling without hesitation.

"Die!"

Shen Ling had been paying attention to Song Xinyu, and the moment Song Xinyu raised the scissors and stabbed down, Shen Ling neatly dodged the attack.

Song Xinyu's stinging action had already been shot, and the force she used was very strong, after Shen Ling dodged, she rushed towards the desk.

The desk shook, the oil lamp on the table was knocked over, and the flames whistled up along the rice paper on the table, licking Song Xinyu's eyebrows, and the frightened Song Xinyu hurriedly reached out to extinguish the fire on his eyebrows.

Looking at the desk that had already burned, Shen Ling didn't want to wait for Lin Fengzhi to come over to negotiate, so he simply calculated it, and threw a handful of rice paper on it, making the fire burn even stronger.

The flames rose into the sky, engulfing the desk in a blink of an eye, and had a tendency to spread in all directions.

But just like this, Shen Ling didn't feel that it was enough, so he simply picked up the things that had been burned and lit fires everywhere around.

Song Xinyu saw that Shen Ling not only did not extinguish the fire, but also kept the fire burning more vigorously, and couldn't help but scold angrily, "Shen Ling, you madman!"

Shen Ling ignored Song Xinyu's shout, and did the movements in his hands, and in less than a while, the room was engulfed in flames.

Seeing this, Song Xinyu hurriedly ran towards the door of the compartment door.

Shen Ling sneered, reached out and grabbed Song Xinyu's back collar.

"I haven't allowed you to go yet."

"Let go of Hongu!" Song Xinyu shouted sharply, his expression obviously flustered.

The fire in the room was not small, and Song Xinyu's hair was licked by the tongue of fire and curled on the side of her cheeks.

She shouted anxiously, "Shen Ling, if there is anything we can talk about, if you don't run away now, you and Bengong will die!"

"I told you before, let you be honest, you won't do anything, but you don't listen." Shen Ling said as she pulled Song Xinyu towards the bed.

The further inside, the bigger the flames, Song Xinyu's frightened tears flowed out, his face was as white as paper, and his body trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

"Bengong knows it's wrong, Bengu doesn't dare anymore, please let Bengong go, Bengu doesn't want to die yet."

"Heh......" Shen Ling's mouth hooked up a mocking smile, "It's late!"

When the words fell, Shen Ling used force in his hand and dragged Song Xinyu to the bed.

"Let go of me!" Song Xinyu struggled in fear, and even forgot the self-title of the main palace.