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

"Second lady."

Lu Wen pressed down his heart and smiled: "Qinghe is just a servant girl. You are a legitimate daughter. How can you become sisters with a servant girl? If you want to thank us, we can give Qinghe more silver, or find a good family for her! "

Lu Wen's remark is actually another plan.

Qinghe is her person and knows a lot of her secrets. If Ning Xiyue tries to know, it will be of no benefit to her.

Who knows if the girl Qinghe will be greedy for glory and wealth, bite their mother and daughter and tell some of her things in front of the master?

Although she won't do much with a servant girl, her gentle image in front of the master for so many years can't be destroyed. She also wants to be the wife of the general's house, but she can't have any bad comments.

At the thought of these, Lu Wen was more firm. He must not let Qinghe fall into the hands of Ning Xiyue.

How could Ning Xiyue not know Lu Wen's idea? Her red lips light hook, a faint smile: "aunt Lu said this is wrong. Qinghe has saved the moon's life. The moon must repay it. Does aunt Lu feel that Qinghe's humble and can't get into her eyes before she tries to obstruct it?"

"The second lady is serious."

Lu Wen smiled awkwardly. Even without looking in the mirror, she knew how embarrassed the smile on her face was.

This rather analytical month must be dedicated to fighting against himself. There is also Qinghe. Why didn't he die directly outside at the beginning? Now he will get into trouble when he comes back.

"In that case, aunt Lu still doesn't care."

Ning Xiyue smiled faintly and deliberately added the words "aunt Lu", as if to remind Lu Wen of his concubine's identity.

Lu Wenqi was dying, but he had to suppress his anger and put on a gentle and virtuous appearance.

Ning Jiahe was smart and didn't say anything. He thought that even if Ning Xiyue left Qinghe in the general's house, it wouldn't have any impact on himself.

If she really wants Qinghe to die, she will spend a lot of time killing her mouth after today.

Ning xieyue quietly took a panoramic view of Ning Jiahe's look, and a smile grew in her beautiful eyes: "since that's the case, it's settled. What do you think of my sister?"

Ning Jiahe didn't expect Ning Xiyue to ask his own opinions about this kind of thing. He pulled his mouth and said, "just be happy."

Her eyes have been looking at the man standing in the sun, expecting him to have a word with himself or look at himself more, but they didn't.

His world is indifferent, but it is this indifference that makes Ning Jiahe unwilling in every way.

What did she do wrong? Why can't she get another look from her beloved man? This is really unfair.

After tightening his hand, Ning Jiahe took the initiative to step forward, stroked his body and said, "the second sister is in danger. Thanks to the help of the eighth Lord, he'er is here to thank the eighth Lord for her help."

In the face of Ning Jiahe, who stood in front of him and took the initiative to show his kindness, Feng Huayin's cold face was expressionless, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

Ning Jiahe was embarrassed and embarrassed: "eighth Lord, did you go out with your second sister just now?"

Ning xieyue was neither fascinated nor in a brothel. Instead, she was with Feng Huayin, which made Ning Jiahe wonder whether Feng Huayin saved Ning xieyue.

But how can there be such a coincidence in the world? Ning Xiyue was saved by Feng Huayin last time. This time, he was saved by Feng Huayin? How is this possible?

Feng Hua Yin lowered his eyes, and his cold voice had no half silk temperature: "so what? Miss Ning said she wanted to repay the king for inviting him to drink a pot of good tea. What's the matter? Do you have a problem? "

"No... no..."

Ning Jiahe lowered his head, but even so, he could feel his whole blood stagnate at this time.

It's so cold and icy. Can this man be better only when he faces the peaceful moon? Ning Jiahe couldn't help being jealous.

Why, why, can you have all this just because Ning Xiyue is a legitimate daughter?

Ning Jiahe was immersed in intense jealousy and hatred and couldn't extricate himself. Finally, he was awakened by Ning Fu's angry voice.

"What a troublemaker! How dare you wronged yue'er! Come here!"

Ning Fu called the servant and angrily denounced him in a cold voice: "this man is full of lies. Don't stay. Pull him down and put him to death!"

"Yes, general."

Two tall bodyguards set up the farmer on the ground. The farmer opened his eyes in horror and looked ferocious: "general, spare your life, general, spare your life. Someone deliberately asked Xiaomin to do this, and Xiaomin was wronged!"

As soon as this remark came out, people around took a breath of air-conditioning and deliberately framed Ning Jiadi's daughter, the future crown princess? Is this man tired of living?

Ning Fu was also shocked and immediately said, "say, who ordered you?"

"Xiao Min doesn't know, but there is a letter."

The farmer took out a letter from his arms with trembling hands: "this is the letter, general, please look."

Housekeeper Xu immediately reached out to take it and handed it to Ning Fu. Ning Fu opened it and scanned it. His face was shocked: "this handwriting..."

"It's Miss Ning's handwriting."

Glancing at the handwriting on the letter, Feng Huayin said in a deep voice: "Miss Ning is also a famous talented woman in Beijing. Ben Wang has seen the poems written by Miss Ning."

"How is this possible?" Ning Fu frowned and wondered what was going on.

How could he Er write this letter? Does that not prove that he Er is the one who ordered the farmer to frame Yue er?

The always gentle eldest daughter framed her sister? Ning Fu could hardly believe this fact.

"Oh, general Ning's house is really lively!"

The sight moved slightly and accurately fell on Ning Jiahe. Feng Huayin mockingly raised his thin lips: "Miss Ning is not simple. She not only sent people to hunt down her own sister, but also the king."

"Eighth Lord, you..."

Ning Jiahe stepped back with a staggering step, and his face was pale: "what did you say? He'er doesn't understand. He'er didn't chase you and your sister. "

"Hum!"

He took the letter and threw it heavily on Ning Jiahe's face. Feng Huayin sneered: "what a young lady of Ning family, she is a snake and scorpion woman in wolf's skin. Do you know that your killers almost killed the king?"

"I..."

Ning Jiahe looked at the content in the heart of the book and shook his head: "no, no, you misunderstood, eighth Lord. How can I hurt you? You really misunderstood me. Someone must have deliberately framed me. "

At the moment, Ning Jiahe was really flustered. She couldn't figure out what was going on.

Why is the handwriting on this letter her? She has never written these letters, but now she is questioned by her favorite person.

Ning Jiahe couldn't figure it out. The only explanation was that she was deliberately framed.

"Oh, who would frame Miss Ning so boring?"

Feng Huayin winked, while Zhang Weili grabbed Ning Jiahe. Ning Fu moved his mouth, but said nothing.

He doubted whether he had been wrong all the time. The eldest daughter's mind was really deep.