Feng Wuxi picked up the hem of her skirt and quickly ran to the corner.

Mu Linyuan was stunned by her action, and just wanted to chase after her, Feng Wuxi's cool voice came with the wind.

"Have you thought about the candidates for the Jianghuai flood disaster relief?"

Mu Linyuan's footsteps paused, and his pupils shrank.

What does this mean, eldest princess?

Do you really have to kill all the courtiers who are good friends with Taifu?

So the dungeon fire just now came out, just to justify the Ning Ling Dan to Mo Lianyan.

Taking a deep look at the charred Mo Lianyan, the killing intent in Mu Linyuan's eyes flashed.

He is bound to visit the Zhaoyang Hall at night tonight.

This Qianfeng, except for Xiao Yingche, there is nothing else worthy of his nostalgia.

He was an orphan and was taken to the Taifu Mansion by Xiao Yingche ten years ago.

Three years ago, he won the fame and became the first assistant above the ten thousand people in Qianfeng.

Xiao Yingche is also a teacher and friend to him.

But with such a beautiful scenery and moonlight, the people of Zhilan Yushu were injured and sick because of the phoenix dancing tide.

He really felt worthless for Xiao Yingche!

Or, at all costs, he forcibly took Xiao Yingche away.

Thinking of this, Mu Linyuan's eyes lit up and he turned to leave.

……

Feng Wuxi turned the corner and saw the familiar figure disappearing behind the rockery in front of him.

She touched the ground on her toes, and flew to grab Xiao Yingche's sleeve, "Brother Che......"

Xiao Yingche's right hand was weakly placed on his heart, and his eyes were black and white, and the pain in his ankle had turned numb.

At this time, he did not fall, and he was completely supported by one breath.

Suddenly grabbed by Feng Wuxi's sleeve, he couldn't maintain the balance of his body anymore, staggered, and fell towards the rockery.

Feng Wuxi watched his forehead smash straight into the rockery, and without hesitation, he grabbed his waist and turned around, acting as a meat pad.

"Hmm......" A sharp pain came from his back, and Feng Wuxi bared his teeth and snorted.

Xiao Yingche heard Feng Wuxi's muffled snort, forcibly endured the suffocation in his heart, and said anxiously: "Where is the injury?" ”

Feng Wuxi just wanted to be coquettish with this person, but when she raised her eyes and saw his pale face, her heart suddenly panicked, and she grabbed his hand up and down and asked, "Brother Che, what's wrong with you?" ”

Xiao Yingche saw that her face was ruddy, her hanging heart was put down, she took a step back from her hand, and said lightly: "The grass people are fine." ”

Looking at his cold and detached posture, Feng Wuxi couldn't help frowning and reached out to grab his wrist.

For some reason, seeing Xiao Yingche again this time, she always had an indescribable panic in her heart.

It's as if he can't keep this person.

As soon as his fingertips landed on Xiao Yingche's wrist, he dodged it.

"Brother Che, I'll give you a pulse."

Sensing the worry in Feng Wuxi's tone, Xiao Yingche glanced at her in surprise, and then lightly refused, "The grass people themselves are healers. ”

When the words fell, his eyes crossed with self-deprecation and bitterness.

His Royal Highness has become increasingly separated from him in the past few years, she can't wait to kill herself, how can she care about herself.

Sensing the coldness in Xiao Yingche's words, Feng Wuxi's heart was sour, and she sniffed, "Brother Che, do you hate Xixi?" ”

The light in the girl's eyes went out in an instant, and her eyes were slightly red, like abandoned kittens, and even her ears drooped.

Xiao Yingche looked at her like this, and her mind was slightly in a trance.

Xixi, is her nickname.

When he was sick when he was young, he would call her by her nickname to coax her to drink medicine.

But this nickname, after His Royal Highness became regent, he never called it again.

"Brother Che......" Feng Wuxi stretched out his hand and grabbed Xiao Yingche's sleeve, her red lips pursed tightly.

When she was cut off and soaked in a salt shaker in her previous life, her consciousness was chaotic, and what she hoped for most was to hear him call her again.

Later, she did.

He used his life to call her three times.

Xiao Yingche came back to her senses, her eyes fell on the little girl's fingers grasping her sleeve, and sighed softly, "Your Highness, this is the Ning Ling Pill." ”

Feng Wuxi laughed suddenly, clenched Xiao Yingche's sleeves, and looked at him with sparkling eyes, "Brother Che, are you angry because of this?" ”

Xiao Yingche looked at her appearance, and puzzlement appeared between her eyebrows.

"What I gave to Mo Lianyan is not Ning Luo Dan."