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

Ning Xiyue clenched her lips, and her heart was pounding wildly.

What should she say? How can she answer? They are just strangers in this life. What qualifications and guarantees do they have?

She avoided him for fear that she would lose control of her feelings and bring disaster to him and the general's house in the future.

Everything in the previous life must not be repeated, which Ning Xiyue warned herself all the time.

Seeing Ning Xiyue didn't speak, Feng Hua Yin's ink eyes looked more complex and difficult to understand. He bowed his head, put his cool thin lips gently on her forehead and whispered, "promise me."

The crisp and numb feeling was on his forehead, and the ambiguous breath flowed between them. Ning Xiyue's long eyelashes trembled and said softly, "we're still waiting. Let's go out quickly."

A trace of loss flashed through the fundus of his eyes. Feng Huayin nodded and answered "good."

The prince's residence.

Feng Yici, who had just returned to the mansion, immediately received the news. His face was gloomy: "come and prepare the horse!"

Ning Xiyue is his, and Ning Fu's military power is his. All this must not be robbed by Feng Huayin!

The eyes are filled with a dark and cruel color, and Feng also smiles cruelly.

……

Let the servants find clothes for the three people who fell into the water. Then they all came to the main hall of the boat.

Seeing Ning Xiyue, Ning shandie stepped forward and said angrily, "second sister, you really can't see your sister, can you? He deliberately pulled me into the water. " Ning shandie feels very uncomfortable at the thought that she was almost killed by this woman.

Instead of letting Ning Xiyue die, she made herself a drowned chicken. Ning shandie was really depressed.

Rather analyze the moon's frivolous eyebrows. Is this a thief shouting to catch a thief? Ningshan butterfly's skin is really thick enough.

"Cough..."

Fengjun stepped forward, gently shook the folding fan and smiled gently: "the first beauty of Fuchen country is really like this. Today, I have learned what is water lotus. Sure enough!"

Ning Xiyue looked at the gentle jade like face in front of her and felt a strong sense of intimacy. She was a county seal, a county seal that had helped her in her previous life, and a person whom Feng Huayin trusted most.

The smile on Feng Jun's face was stiff, and his eyes were thoughtful.

Ning Xiyue was so strange that she looked at herself with such excited eyes. You know, they met for the first time!

However, Ning Xiyue gave himself an intuition, as if they had known each other for a long time.

Fenghua Yin naturally noticed Ning Xiyue's trance and looked at Fengjun like an inquiry, while the latter shook his head innocently.

"Second sister, what do you think? I was stunned to see the third Lord. "

Ning shandie sneered: "did you have a crush on the third Lord? Second sister, it's really not good for you to eat in the bowl and look at the pot. "

This remark is full of irony. Ning Jiahe, with his eyes full of emotion, always looks at Feng Hua Yin Junlang's face and expects the other party to look at her, even one.

Unfortunately, there was no one at all, which made Ning Jiahe angry and jealous, but he had to endure it.

Ning shandie's words made Ning Xiyue come back to her senses. She frowned slightly and scolded, "what's the third sister saying? Did you forget the lesson of the crown prince last time and want to try it again?"

"I..."

Ning shandie's face was extremely embarrassed. She would never forget the last time. Her face looked like a ghost for many days.

Feng Jun looked left and right and smiled: "Ning's legitimate daughter is really unusual."

"The third Lord is really extraordinary."

Ning Xiyue smiled coldly and then said, "reciting poetry against you is leisurely, but it's an unusual person's mind."

It seems that ordinary literati like it, but it is so difficult in the royal family.

It is not easy for Fengjun to withdraw from the vortex of imperial power struggle and choose to be a king who only knows leisure and elegance.

As far as Feng Yici is concerned, his desire for power and the throne of the emperor has almost reached an uncontrollable level. I don't know how many white bones have become his stepping stone after Feng Yici ascended the throne in his previous life, in addition to himself and Feng Yici?

The folding fan in Feng Jun's hand paused, and a pair of vicissitudes and sharp eyes seemed to see through everything.

No

Feng Jun suddenly remembered something. They met for the first time. How did Ning Xiyue know him so well? I also know that he likes poetry and Fu. Didn't Feng Huayin tell her?

Feng Huayin frowned, looked sideways and asked, "how do you know that the third Lord likes poetry?"

"Well..."

Ning Xiyue frowned and felt a little annoyed.

She was a little excited to see her former friend again, so she couldn't help teasing. Unexpectedly, she was suspected.

But with a smile, Ning xieyue whispered, "xieyue is in the boudoir all day and seldom goes out, but how many times I heard my father mention it. The third Lord's literary talent is very good. The people's evaluation is that strangers are like jade, and the childe is unparalleled in the world."

Ning Xiyue is modest, but Feng Huayin and Feng Jun know that Ning Xiyue is lying.

As a general of Fuchen country, Ning Fu would not care about and mention such a thing. Even if he mentioned it, why did the two common women of the Ning family not know?

The play abused glanced at Feng Huayin and indicated with his eyes that this Ning's legitimate daughter is not simple!

Coughing softly, Feng Jun said with a smile, "something unpleasant just happened, but it's all over. Today is so beautiful and beautiful. Why don't we all recite poetry against each other?"

"Sing poetry against me!"

Ning shandie raised her chin proudly and sneered, "in Ning's house, my eldest sister's literary talent is the best." Hum, elder sister's departure will certainly make Ning analy Yue disgrace.

"Three younger sisters..."

Ning Jiahe shook his head secretly. Then he said with a smile, "don't listen to the nonsense of the third sister. He er's literary talent is just ordinary."

While talking, Yu Guang from the corner of his eye has been observing Feng Huayin, hoping that the place can take a look at her, but Feng Huayin's eyes are always locked on Ning Xiyue.

The palm clenched tightly. Ning Jiahe secretly clenched his teeth. Ning Xiyue is Ning Xiyue again. I really don't know what's good about Ning Xiyue.

Ning Xiyue naturally noticed Ning Jiahe's jealous eyes. She looked light and didn't speak.

It is undeniable that Lu Wen cultivated Ning Jiahe very well. He found the best master to teach piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. After careful thinking, Lu Wen is just preparing for Ning Jiahe to become a imperial concubine.

"I can't see it."

Feng Jun raised his eyebrows, picked up the tea cup on the table and sniffed: "how about you two make a poem with this green tea or the beautiful scenery now?"

"Then he Er will make a fool of himself."

Do not want to miss this good opportunity to perform in front of Feng Huayin, Ning Jiahe smiled and said: "once the half acre fangtang is opened, the sky and clouds linger together. How can we get clear for the canal? For there is a source of fresh water."

"Good!"

Feng Jun nodded and looked at Ning Xiyue. In fact, he wanted to see the style of Ning's legitimate daughter.

Knowing that he couldn't hide, Ning Xiyue took up the tea cup and shook it, and the red lips gently opened: "forgetting to speak to the purple tea under the bamboo, the whole victory over the feather guest's drunken clouds, the dust heart washing is hard to enjoy, and the sound of a cicada in a tree is oblique."

The whole boat suddenly quieted down, Feng Jun tut tut shook his head: "it is said that poetry reflects people's nature of mind. It's not surprising to see it today. Such a natural and unrestrained poem is really rare in the world. "

"The third Lord praised falsely." Ning Xiyue lowered her head and looked pale.

I can't remember where this poem came from in my previous life. I didn't expect to use it today.

"It's not fair!"