Feng Fenghua glanced at Yingge amusedly: "Guessed." "I didn't know before, but I just wondered why the brothers Qi Xinyuan and Qi Xinzhai had such a big age gap.

However, this is also normal in ancient times. Besides, she really didn't have much interest in other people's gossip.

As soon as Yingge was so, she thought about it again, and it was really not difficult to guess who that person was.

Yingge felt very frustrated. She ran around all day, and finally found out such news, but my sister couldn't guess it casually, which is too unfair!

"I have one more piece of news!" Yingge pouted dissatisfiedly, my sister is too smart, so that these subordinates really have no sense of accomplishment at all!

Feng Fenghua gritted his teeth and resisted the urge to throw the soft pillow in his hand out again: "You'd better finish it all at once!" "What a threat!

Yingge smiled: "It's guaranteed!" Guaranteed! She quietly took a few steps back before she spoke: "Sister, guess who else did the slave see in the Qing'an Hou Mansion today?" ”

"Qing'an Hou is his father's concubine." Feng Fenghua said lightly. Yingge pouted: "Sister, this person can guess it, okay?" The slave is, except for her. Feng Fenghua frowned slightly and shook his head.

She couldn't have imagined. Finally, there is something that my sister doesn't know! Yingge smiled quite proudly, and said mysteriously: "The slave maid has seen Dr. Wu Qifa of De'an Hall." ”

"Wu Qifa?" Feng Fenghua repeated the name,

"What is he doing in the Hou Mansion?" Yingge shrugged: "This slave doesn't know!" When the slave saw him, he was still lying in the dungeon and dying! It was the concubine who served him. Feng Fenghua frowned and said no more.

Xiao Ji Wu Qifa is not credible, she believes this. How many people in this world are truly credible?

Even a loved one may betray the judgment, let alone an outsider. It's just that she can't understand how Wu Qifa can appear in the Qing'an Hou Mansion and be dying?

Yingge saw that Feng Fenghua was in deep thought, so she didn't bother, and quietly retreated.

Today, she is also on the move, so she has to rest and recuperate. She is the only person available around her now, and she has to stay in good condition in order to better protect her sister.

Alas! The burden on her shoulders suddenly became so heavy, she really felt powerless! In the past, there was a shadow, she didn't have to care about anything, she was happy to be at ease, walking around, holding the sheep by the hand, and she didn't know how moisturizing her life was!

Now that the shadow is gone, Iris Luan is injured again, Han Wu takes care of Iris, and she can only be left alone pitifully, and she is tired and laborious, and she suffers!

comforting himself in his heart, Yingge suddenly felt that he had inexhaustible energy. Qiongyu Pavilion was quiet at night.

The moonlight shines through the window lattice and sprinkles on the beauty lying on the beauty couch. Feng Fenghua folded his hands behind his head, covered with a white fox fur cloak, and rested on a pillow behind his head, squinting at the night sky.

Today, Feng Hongwu will definitely be valued by Qi Xinzhai. Tomorrow, the holy decree of appointment will be issued, and when the time comes, it will be natural for Feng Hongwu to join the army.

But who led today's play? Who is the actor again? There was blood flowing all over the place, and I felt a chill when I thought about it.

Those black-clothed people attacked, and even no matter who it was, they only slashed with their swords, if it weren't for the large number of them, I was afraid that even the target would be very inconspicuous.

Who wants to kill Qi Xinzhai? Why did you choose it today? The predecessor was only obsessed with Nangong Shang's gentle township during this time, and she only heard Nangong Shang mention it to this woman about today's matter.

At that time, the person who saved Qi Xinzhai and was reused was not Feng Hongwu, but Nangong Shang. This time, the trajectory of fate has still come to this point, but many things have deviated.

How will the gears of fate turn next? Is it forcing everything back to its original form? Or according to the development of today's events, and put on a new chess game.

Her chess piece has changed, I don't know how it will affect the whole chess game? The news that came yesterday is that there are strange things in the Qing'an Hou Mansion, which can be checked.

Today, she arranged for Yingge to secretly investigate and fish in troubled waters, and she only got two pieces of news, one of which was still useless to gossip.

Feng Fenghua was a little frustrated. Jin'er followed her senior brother, and she was very relieved. But Lingxi's whereabouts have been unknown, and she can't comfort herself.

"Ahh She grabbed the pillow under her head a little anxiously and threw it out as if venting. Her wrist was too hard, her brows furrowed deeply, and she subconsciously gasped, raised her arm, and looked at her wrist.

The originally white wrist was red at the wrist, and it was faintly swollen. Xiao Ji had just jumped in through the window and was hit by a pillow.

He subconsciously dodged and found that it was a pillow, so he picked it up again, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to see Feng Fenghua's wrist.

He frowned slightly and walked over with a pillow. Sensing that someone was coming in, Feng Fenghua hurriedly pulled up his sleeves, half-sat up, and looked at the comer.

Seeing that it was Xiao Ji, she frowned a little dissatisfied: "Why did you come in again?" Xiao Ji, I don't need to remind you all the time, this is a woman's boudoir! You're addicted to breaking into someone else's boudoir, aren't you? Her irritability was not relieved by the pillow she threw out, but became more and more agitated when she saw the red and swollen circle on her wrist.

Nangong Shang ...... In today's situation, if she doesn't marry for a day, this man will always be able to attribute all her rejections to death

"Angry".

"How?" Xiao Ji ignored Feng Fenghua's words, walked straight over, put down the pillow, and quickly held Feng Fenghua's wrist with one hand.

Feng Fenghua subconsciously pulled his hand: "Let go!" Her face turned cold, and even her eyes burst out with rage.

Damn, this one, two, why is it so annoying! Xiao Ji looked down, as if he had thought of something, and in those eyes that were always emotionally uncertain, a little cold light emanated: "He made it, right?" At this moment, the sudden killing intent on his body made Feng Fenghua's heart tremble.

Is he going to kill someone? Shrinking her hand, she glanced at Xiao Ji puzzled, but her tone was still a little unpleasant: "What's the matter with you, you let me go!" Who knows, the man suddenly vacated as if he was about to explode: "What's the matter with me?" Huahua, you are so smart, how can you not know? Feng Fenghua frowned, subconsciously resisting his gaze.

She turned her head away, no longer dwelling on it, and only spit out a few words coldly: "You hurt me." Xiao Ji's anger had not subsided, and the killing intent in the air became more and more intense, but the palm of his hand holding Feng Fenghua's wrist was a little looser: "Huahua, I ......"

"It's late, Xiao Gongzi still goes back to the room to rest. I'll take care of my affairs myself, and I won't bother with it. The woman's indifferent voice made people feel cold even more than the night, not the coldness of the body, but the coldness of the heart.

Xiao Ji pursed her lips, a touch of pain crossed her eyes, but as if she hadn't heard Feng Fenghua's words, she let go of her hand, turned to stand in front of her dresser, bent down and opened a drawer, took out a porcelain bottle, and turned it back.

Looking at his skillful movements, Feng Fenghua was a little speechless. This person has only been to her boudoir a few times, and he even knows where to put her things!