First Daughter is so charming: Your Majesty, you are poisonous

Somewhere on the roof, Feng Huayin quietly looked at the thin shadow, and his eyes were filled with a strong color of doting.

As soon as his body got better, he couldn't wait to see the little guy. Unexpectedly, she was fighting with Lu Wen and others. It was really helpless.

Ning Xiyue's tea drinking hand gave a slight meal, and a touch of bitterness flashed across her eyes.

Hua Yin, why are you here again.

Don't blame her for being so quick to realize that she can't see in her previous life, so her senses are particularly clear. She is most familiar with this implicit spoiled look.

The nail is deeply trapped in the meat. Ning Xiyue reminds herself with a numb feeling that she can't turn back, absolutely can't turn back, and has no right to turn back

The night is gentle, the night sky is full of stars, but it can't illuminate some dark places.

"Hurry up."

A burst of sound successfully attracted the attention of Feng Huayin on the roof. He opened his cold eyes and looked at the strange figure in the dark, with a blade like cold light in his eyes.

This Ningshan butterfly must be trying to harm yue'er.

"You go to the door and watch."

Ask her servant girl to guard outside the door. Ning shandie carefully took out a thin bamboo from her arms and smiled strangely: "Ning analytically, let you use me. I won't teach you a lesson."

Squinting, Ning shandie carefully inserts the thin bamboo into the window paper, takes a deep breath and blows slowly

Ning Xiyue has been practising martial arts for many days. Although she is not an expert, someone can detect it immediately when he enters the yard.

"Smoke..."

Squinting, Ning Xiyue held her breath and waited quietly for the people outside the door to come in.

A cold wind blew, and Feng Huayin fell to the ground from the rear window. He immediately came forward to see if Ning xieyue had anything to do.

Ning Xiyue was surprised. They looked at each other for a moment and smiled strangely.

"Creak..."

The door was opened from the outside. Feng Huayin immediately lay on Ning xieyue and motioned Ning xieyue not to speak.

Ning Xiyue frowned. Even if she held her breath, she could still hear the man's heartbeat.

In the dark, Ning Xiyue's ear root showed an unnatural peach color. She thought Feng Huayin didn't see it, but she didn't know that martial arts practitioners could see at night.

Feng Hua Yin's thin lips are light, and his dark eyes are spoiled.

"Hum, it seems that Ning Xiyue must have fallen asleep."

Ning shandie swaggered in from outside. Obviously, she felt that Ning Xiyue must have fainted and would be at her mercy.

When she came to the bed, Ning shandie was about to open the quilt. As a result, the quilt suddenly flew up. A cold palm without half a silk temperature immediately grabbed Ning shandie's neck, making her unable to breathe.

"Cough... Cough..."

Ning shandie was elevated. She kept kicking and struggling, but she just couldn't get rid of the "ghost hand".

Ning shandie breathed heavily, but she forgot that there was smoke in the room. For a moment, the whole person was confused and confused.

Ning xieyue picked her eyebrows, and the silver needle in her hand accurately pierced the acupoints of Ning Shan butterfly. Ning Shan butterfly ate pain, and the whole person gave a scream.

Feng Huayin took advantage of the situation to release his hand and move gently. The whole person left a residual shadow in place and finally disappeared.

Ning shandie opened her eyes in horror, and her face was shocked: "ghost!"

Ning shandie's cry didn't matter. She immediately startled all the people in the yard. Ning Xiyue pretended to be afraid and ran out, pointing to Ning shandie in the room: "come on, there's a ghost standing by my bed, hit her!"

"Yes, miss."

All the servants in the yard picked up sticks and rushed into the house to fight. Before Ning shandie could recover from a series of frightened things, she was severely beaten and screamed.

The servant girl outside turned pale with fear and immediately ran back to find someone.

"No, it's human!"

Several servants brought candles and took photos. Sure enough, they found that it was a man lying on the ground, and this man was no one else. It was Ning shandie, the third miss of the general's house.

But at the moment, Ning shandie had already been beaten, his face turned blue, his mouth foamed, and the whole person kept trembling.

Rong Xia looked at Ning xieyue's calm face and knew that Ning xieyue must have known that the person in the room was Ning shandie, which was deliberately said to be a ghost.

After pulling the corners of her mouth, Rong Xia came forward and looked at her, and immediately said, "come on, the eyes are dark, the face is pale, and the mouth is foaming. It must be possessed by a ghost. You fight quickly, and the ghost will leave Miss three if he can't carry it."

As soon as the servant saw that it was true, he began to fight again.

When Lu Wen heard the news, he saw that Ning shandie was beaten and hurt all over. Although it looked like bruises from sticks, Lu Wen was still very distressed.

Immediately asked the servant to stop. Lu Wen looked angrily at Ning Xiyue and asked, "second lady, what are you doing? Dieer is your sister. How can you do such a thing?"

"Aunt Lu, what are you talking about?"

Ning Xiyue looked innocent: "I'm helping my third sister! The third sister is possessed by a ghost. You can't do it without fighting! "

"You!"

Lu Wen was extremely embarrassed by his angry face. If she said so, would he still thank her?

Obviously, it was his daughter who was beaten, but this rather analytical month still argued, which was too much.

What ghost possessed me? This rather analytical month was intentional.

"Why, don't Aunt Lu believe it?"

Ning Xiyue came forward and sighed, "just now I was sleeping, but the third sister suddenly broke in, her eyes red, saying that she was a dead Xin'er and wanted to avenge. When I saw that the third sister wanted to hurt herself, I called someone to come in and exorcise ghosts."

"What?"

Lu Wen's face changed quickly. There was indeed a servant girl named Xin'er in the house. Dieer was young and ignorant at that time, so she killed her. Later, she hid it from her. Unexpectedly, Ning Xiyue knew, and said that she had a nose and eyes, as if Dieer was really possessed by a ghost.

"Aunt Lu, this kind of thing would rather be trusted than not."

Ning Xiyue shook her head and said something: "if you walk more at night, you will always meet ghosts. If you do more harm to people, there will always be wronged souls."

Hearing the speech, Lu Wen's face is even worse. What does this rather analytical month mean? Is he warning himself?

Ning Xiyue picked her eyebrows and said a few words with her mouth. Lu Wen angrily raised her eyebrows and slapped her in the face.

"Pa!"

With a merciless slap, five bright red palm prints floated on Ning Xiyue's white cheek.

Ning Xiyue sneered. Before Lu Wen understood the meaning of the smile, Ning Fu's tall figure came in from the outside.

Lu Wen was surprised. It was terrible that he had won Ning xieyue's challenge. It was really hateful.

"Moon."

He pulled Ning Xiyue over and looked at the redness and swelling on his daughter's cheek. Ning Fu's cold face was instantly gloomy: "Lu Wen, what are you doing!"

"General, I..."

Lu Wen trembled and his face turned white.

"Dad, my daughter is fine."

Ning Xiyue covered her cheek and clenched her lower lip. The whole person was wronged and didn't dare to cry: "aunt Lu taught me that everything was the fault of yue'er. Where did yue'er think that the third sister would run into my room in the middle of the night and want to strangle me? If I knew this, yue'er might as well lie there and let the third sister strangle me."

"What?"