Peerless Moe Concubine: Get the Black Belly of Your Highness

Chapter 758 Misfortune Cartilage Powder

After Nalan Ying returned to the Zhaohua Palace, she lay down on the bed, and when she closed her eyes, she saw the stubborn eyes of the King of Beijiang and the uncomfortable feeling of him hugging her.

When she was sleeping in a daze, she felt a sudden strange touch from behind her. Her heart skipped a beat, she opened her eyes, and shouted sharply, "King of Beijiang, get out!"

"Ying'er? What's the matter with you?" Feng Yanli looked at Nalan Ying's sweating profusely in surprise, and angrily turned around to stare at him with a puzzled look on his face.

"Ah Xie?" Nalan Ying's face turned pale when she saw Feng Yanli.

"What dream did you have?" Feng Yanli asked her in a deep voice.

"Nothing!" Nalan Ying shook her head, not wanting him to think too much, so she hid her true thoughts.

Feng Yanli saw the clue from her flustered eyes, he didn't point it out, just wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, covered her with the quilt again, let her lie down and continue to rest.

Nalan Ying knew in her heart that even though he didn't ask, there was still a grudge in his heart. She knew that she had to speak out, but she didn't know how to speak up.

After Nalan Ying fell into a deep sleep, Feng Yanli got up from the bed and walked out of Zhaohua Hall.

"Your Majesty, are you looking for me?" Feixue came to Feng Yanli's back under the full moonlight.

Feng Yanli looked up at the hazy moonlight in the sky, his eyes were heavy.

"Your majesty?" Feixue didn't know what was going on, and there was tension in her voice.

"Fei Xue, do you have something to hide from me?" Feng Yan asked slowly after a long time.

"This servant has nothing to hide from the emperor!" Feixue quickly knelt on the ground and explained.

Feng Yanli didn't answer, let her kneel down, and didn't ask any more questions for a long time.

Feixue felt uneasy, feeling that her knees were numb, but she didn't dare to make any movements.

"How much do you know about your mother being taken away by the king of Northern Xinjiang?" Feng Yanli said for a long time.

"The servant does not know, but the empress is clean and self-respecting, please don't misunderstand the empress!" Feixue Bingxue was smart, so she naturally guessed what was going on, and immediately explained for Nalanying.

"Of course I believe her, but I don't believe in the King of Northern Border!" Feng Yanli said after closing his eyes.

"I really don't know what's going on in Weiliang City!" Feixue said with her head lowered.

"I guess the only one who can know what's going on in Weiliang City is the woman Lu Luo who has been let go, right?" Feng Yanli sighed.

"Your majesty, if you think this way, have you ever thought about it for your empress?" Feixue summoned up her courage and asked.

"Boldly flying snow!" Feng Yanli shouted angrily.

"The emperor calm down, the empress's heart towards you is like the bright moon in the sky, she will never do anything to offend the emperor!" Feixue said urgently.

"You go back!" Feng Yanli frowned and waved his hands, there was an indelible sadness between his brows.

After Feixue left worriedly, looking at Feng Yanli's back, she felt very sad.

Upstairs in Fengyue, he was already slightly drunk, her flustered expression kept appearing in her mind, she had never faced him like this, never.

Qianqiansu held the jug and walked in front of him, watching the mellow wine poured out of the jug, his eyes gradually blurred, and he stretched out his hand to hold down the wrist that was about to withdraw.

"Your Majesty!" Su Zifeng knelt on the ground in fright.

"Why are you kneeling?" Feng Yanli asked her, looking at her.

"Your majesty, servants dare not get up!" Su Zifeng said with his head bowed.

"Do you hate me? Do you hate?" Feng Yanli held her arm and shook it vigorously.

"Zifeng doesn't hate, doesn't hate!" Su Zifeng hugged his head with red eyes.

"Zifeng!" Feng Yanli fell into a deep sleep in her arms.

"Your Majesty!" Feixue looked at Nalanying with an ugly expression, and her eyes were full of complicated meanings.

"Feixue, is he asleep?" Nalan Ying's eyes were full of bitterness.

"Your Majesty, don't blame the emperor, he did this because he was drunk, so he never did this!" Feixue said hastily.

"Feixue, you don't need to explain to him, I hurt him first!" After saying that, she turned around and left.

Feixue stomped her feet towards the inside, then ran out after Nalan Ying.

That night, Nalanying had been dreaming, and in the dream, the King of Beijiang was entangled with her. She knew very well that the current King of Beijiang had become her own nightmare.

In the morning, after she woke up, Feixue helped her get up, she didn't ask Feng Yanli why he didn't come back, and similarly, Feng Yanli didn't come to explain to her.

"Feixue? Your Majesty can have breakfast?" Nalan Ying said, looking at Feixue at the side.

"Your servant doesn't know, why don't you go and have breakfast with the emperor?" Feixue said with a smile.

"Alright!" Nalan Ying asked Feixue to help her pack the food box, and then the two walked towards the imperial study.

When they arrived at the imperial study room, they only saw the little servant standing outside, and when they saw Nalan Ying approaching, they quickly knelt down on the ground.

"The servant has seen the empress!" The servant said nervously.

"Has breakfast been available for the emperor?" Nalan Ying asked softly.

"Yes, no!" The servant nodded and shook his head again, which immediately made Feixue furious.

"What's going on? Did the emperor use it or not?" Feixue asked coldly.

"Report to Miss Feixue, there is someone in the emperor's study!" The little servant said with a look of panic.

"Who?" Nalanying's face darkened, and she walked in quickly. When she opened the door, she saw Su Zifeng standing in front of Feng Yanli and grinding for him, while he was writing. There was a faint smile, what a happy spring breeze!
"Your Majesty is very elegant, so I came to practice calligraphy early in the morning!" Nalan Ying's tone could not hear any joy or anger, but Su Zifeng, who was seriously grinding, was shocked, and hurriedly knelt on the ground, because the movement was too loud. Big, accidentally touched the ink, and the ink inside spilled out, staining her skirt.

"Zifeng!" Feng Yanli's expression changed, he hurriedly squatted down, and wiped the dirt off her body.

Nalan Ying looked at it coldly, his eyes were full of coldness, was he taking revenge on himself?She has nothing to do with the king of Beijiang. Even if he hugged her, it was a helpless move. Why did he torture herself like this? All the ink on the table was poured towards Su Zifeng's body, and he said: "Since the emperor cares so much about her clothes, then the emperor will wipe her enough!"

"Nalan Ying!" Feng Yanli looked at her with a livid face.

"Don't you pity the fragrance and pity the jade? This palace gave you such a chance, let you pity it enough!" Nalan Ying glared at him angrily, threw down the ink bottle, and ran out.

"Your Majesty!" Feixue screamed, glanced at Feng Yanli, turned around and chased after her.

"Your Majesty! It's all Zifeng's fault. Zifeng made the empress angry!" Su Zifeng's face turned pale with fright, and he looked at Feng Yanli tremblingly.

(End of this chapter)