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

Plain hand picked up the tea cup and covered the meaning of the corners of his lips. Ning analysized the moon, and his heart was cold and ironic.

Lu Wen's abacus is very good, but unfortunately, things will not necessarily develop according to Lu Wen's plan.

If she remembered correctly, there had been a disaster in her previous life, which should be this year.

Homeless refugees poured into the capital, bringing not only the problem of food shortage, but a huge plague.

This plague is the most serious plague in the history of Fuchen country. It has strong explosive force and a large number of deaths. It is said that it was later solved by an eminent monk.

Of course, Ning Xiyue of the previous life had no direct contact with her. She just heard that there were dead people every day. Now I want to come, Ning Xiyue really regretted her weakness in the previous life.

"I'm really glad to hear that."

Ning Fu nodded with satisfaction: "whether the imperial court grants money for disaster relief or not, I remember your words."

Lu Wen bowed his head and looked soft.

Ning shandie opened her mouth, which reflected Lu Wen's purpose.

Ao Jiao glanced at Ning Xiyue, who was silent. Ning shandie sneered: "second sister, the whole family is saying that they want to support refugees. Why don't you speak? Do you despise refugees?"

Ning Xiyue slightly narrowed her amber eyes. Ning shandie, do you like to fight me so much!

The eyelashes trembled slightly. Ning Xiyue's eyes suddenly turned red: "what did the third sister say? How could I think so?"

Seeing that his favorite daughter was wronged, Ning Fu's face was slightly heavy and scolded, "butterfly, how can you talk to yue'er? Yue'er is your sister."

"Butterfly knows."

Ning shandie bowed her head, hum, said what sisters, not because Ning Xiyue is a legitimate daughter, and she is a concubine!

A meal, that's it.

Ning Xiyue was very tired when she returned to the yard. When Rong Xia saw it, she couldn't help worrying: "Miss, are you okay!"

"Nothing."

Shaking her head, Ning Xiyue sat quietly in a chair, lowered her head, and didn't know what she was thinking.

Rong Xia poured the tea carefully and stood aside silently without disturbing.

"Rong Xia."

Ning Xiyue raised her head and said in a low voice, "you say, if you know something, you want to change, but you don't know how to change, you say, what to do?"

"Ah?"

Rong Xia frowned with an unidentified face, so: "what do you mean, miss?"

"Nothing."

Pull the corners of the mouth, rather analyze the moon, lower the eyelids and cover the strange complexity of the fundus.

If the terrible plague strikes again, Ning Xiyue feels that she can really fight with her Two-life medical skills.

However, in that way, I'm afraid she will attract more attention and the situation of the general's house will be worse.

Tightening her hand, Ning analy Yue sneered at herself: "Ning analy Yue, you can't save yourself. How can you save others?"

With a mocking smile, Ning Xiyue turned back to the room.

At this moment, in the eighth Prince's residence, Feng Huayin has just left the early Dynasty.

When he came to the lake and looked at the man leisurely enjoying the cool under the tree, Jiang Lingrui said in a deep voice: "because of the refugees, this morning has become a mess."

"Oh?"

Lazily raised his eyelids, Feng Jun continued: "needless to say, all ministers are standing on the prince's side!"

"You see through."

Feng Huayin looked faint, but he envied the third brother.

No matter how the war between the royal family and the imperial court is filled with smoke, he is always so idle and poetic.

"Hehe, what if you don't understand."

Hearing the speech, Feng Jun raised his voice and smiled: "it makes everyone drunk and I wake up alone. It's a profound realm. Do you understand?"

"I really don't understand."

Feng Huayin's eyes are obscure and complex. Although the court is discussing about refugees today, it is not difficult to see that the prince's power is huge.

Most officials are courting the crown prince, whether it's flattery or flattery, or anything else. In short, the crown prince's power has become a dumping situation in the imperial court, which is really not a good thing for him, the eighth prince.

Seeing that Feng Huayin didn't speak for a while, Feng Jun frowned: "no matter who does it, it shouldn't be handed over to you!"

"I don't know."

Feng Hua Yin frowned and was still thinking about the imperial court.

Feng Jun secretly turned his mouth. As soon as he was about to speak, the bodyguard of the royal residence hurried over and said that the emperor had a will.

"What?"

Fengjun frowned and thought deeply. My father and emperor sent a decree at this time. He didn't want to throw the refugee matter to the eighth younger brother!

Feng Huayin had the same idea, indicating that Feng Jun was here, and he went to the front yard.

It was Chang Hai, the eunuch in charge of emperor Fuchen's close body. He sealed Hua Yin's head slightly and said in a deep voice, "what will your father do, Chang Hai?"

"It's oral."

Straightening his voice, Chang Hai said with a smile: "the emperor ordered the eighth prince to deal with the refugee incident and solve the food and clothing and various problems of the refugees. In short, everything was handed over to the eighth prince."

There is no lack of schadenfreude in his tone. You know, this is a job that everyone avoids, but now it falls on Feng Huayin's head.

The deep fundus of the eyes flashed a trace of abnormality quickly. Feng Huayin's thin lip light hook: "this king's purpose is."

After sending off Chang Hai, Feng Huayin returned to the lotus lake. Seeing that Feng Huayin had no imperial edict in his hand, Feng Jun was a little surprised: "what about the imperial edict?"

"It's oral."

Thin lips raised lightly, Feng Hua Yin said in a deep voice: "my father handed over the refugee to me. It seems that it is not simple."

"I wanted everyone to sweep the snow in front of the door and don't care about the frost on others' tiles, but it's a pity..."

With a mocking smile, Feng Jun shook his head. It's a pity that he doesn't even have the right to ignore it!

Fenghua Yin was silent, and his deep fundus was cold and obscure.

……

Feng Huayin, the eighth Lord in charge of refugees, soon spread in the capital. After Ning Xiyue knew it, the whole heart was shocked to the extreme.

"How? How is that possible? "

Clenching her lower lip, Ning Xiyue was very flustered. She remembered that another official was responsible for this in her previous life. Why was this life a seal of Huayin?

"Did my rebirth start to change the gear of fate?"

Ning Xiyue clenched her hand. She didn't know whether everything had changed because of her rebirth, because the trajectory of this life was really different from that of the previous life.

Her eyes were blind in the previous life, but not in this life. There were many changes taking place in the dark, but she couldn't understand it for a moment.

"No, no, this is a trap. Hua Yin must not go."

Ning Xiyue frowned. She couldn't be upset at the bottom of her heart. She could only pace back and forth in the room all the time: "this is a pit!"

It's your duty to do well. If you don't, the wall will fall and everyone will push you. They all come to frame Feng Huayin.

These Fenghua Yin should know, but the difficulty is that it is the emperor's decree, and there is no way to refuse.

Ning Xiyue was worried, but she didn't know what to do, because the refugees were about to arrive in the capital.