C551 Where is the month

Xiao He could vaguely see the white figure of a month old with his back facing her. He quietly sat in the cabin and walked towards her.

He walked over and made Yue'er wear the same moon-white dress as the last time he had met her. Her figure was slim —

At that moment, Xiao He seemed to have heard his own heartbeat.

He stood behind her and said, "Ling Yue'er, I've bought you some cakes. Eat them while they're still hot." He took out the meat patty from his bosom as if he were holding some treasure, and handed it over to Nie Tian.

However, Yue Er didn't turn around. She covered her mouth and coughed before saying, "Xiao He, close your eyes first, okay?"

Close your eyes?

Xiao He looked at the slightly exposed side of his face before putting his hand down. "Alright, I'll close my eyes first."

Xiao He slowly closed his eyes, and the person sitting on the chair finally turned around. Feng Yao looked at the handsome man standing in front of her with infatuation.

He was as divine as jade and had a distinct outline. Dressed in an embroidered purple robe, the men who had fought on the battlefield always had more wild and proud auras and an arrogant manliness than the average person, causing her to involuntarily sink into depravity.

She approached him slowly. His eyes were closed, and his long eyelashes were so lovely.

Feng Tang Yao stood firmly in front of him, and then she tiptoed and closed her eyes. As she neared Xiao He, her heart skipped a beat.

However, just as her lips were about to touch Xiao He's, Xiao He suddenly opened his eyes. It was because he smelled a foreign aura. This aura didn't belong to Yue Er!

When he saw the face in front of him, he immediately took two steps back. With a cold expression, he looked warily at Feng Yu Yao, the previous tenderness in his eyes had already disappeared.

"Why is it you? "What about Yue'er?" As Xiao He spoke, he looked around the cabin.

"Xiao He, are you not happy at all when you see me? Do you know how nervous and happy I was when I waited here for you to come? " Feng Ziyao asked, tears welling up in her eyes. Her heart had been hurt by the two steps she had taken just now, as if she had been evading the onslaught of snakes and scorpions.

Xiao He's gaze returned to her body with great difficulty. He asked somewhat excitedly, "What are you talking about? What did you do to Yue Er?"

"Ling Yue'er!" Ling Yue'er! Xiao He, could it be that in your heart, you really only have Sister Eleven, and you can't see me at all? " Feng Tang Yao's heart was broken, and tears rolled down her face. That pitiful and delicate appearance, no matter who saw it, would bring a hint of pity. However, Xiao He's heart was like iron, and he was not moved in the slightest.

"Princess Thirteen, this lowly subordinate is asking you why you are wearing Yue'er's clothes. What did you do to her?" Xiao He's gaze turned cold as he forcefully asked, even calling himself a "lowly subordinate" extremely politely.

"..." Xiao He … Can't you hear my question? " Feng Ziyao said in a trembling voice, her fist clenched into a fist, her heart aching in pain.

Xiao He didn't say anything to her and immediately turned around and left the cabin with large strides.

"Xiao He, Xiao He, don't go. Listen to me …" Feng Tang Yao called out as he rushed to catch up.

Xiao He stopped walking, turned around, and looked around as he said, "Princess, since you're from the Golden Branch Jade Leaf and haven't gotten married yet, it's best if you don't get caught. If there's anything else, I'll take my leave!"

"Xiao He, Sister Eleven asked me to come." Feng Tang Yao looked at his back and said.

"Did little Yue'er ask you to come?" Xiao He frowned and turned around.

"Yes sir!" Feng Tang Yao nodded his head, "Because her mother is sick, and she can't come at the moment, so she asked me to keep the appointment. She also told me that as the Palace Mistress of the Cold Palace, she has nothing to do with herself and will not be of any help to you in the future. She … she said that she would give you to me, and even asked me to wear her clothes to see you."

"…" Xiao He's scrutinizing gaze fell on the seemingly innocent and innocent face of Feng Ziyao.

"What, you don't believe it? If you don't believe me, you can ask her yourself. " Feng Tang Yao said.

"…" Xiao He didn't say anything else as he turned around and left. He walked to a place not far away and threw the meat loaf in his hand to the beggars on the street.

Feng Yang stood on the spot and stamped his feet.

"Princess, let's hurry back to the palace so no one else will know."

"Go to Changchun Palace, find Feng Lingyue!" Feng Wu Yao was so angry that he sat on the carriage at the side.

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Changchun Palace.

Feng Lingyue sat in front of the empress's bed and waited upon her. She fed spoonfuls after spoonfuls of medicine into the empress's mouth, but most of it flowed out the corners of her mouth.

Seeing the empress in such a state, Sherry couldn't help but turn around and wipe her tears away.

At this moment, Feng Lingyue's heart was completely focused on the empress, she had forgotten that Feng Yunyao was taking her place to see Xiao He.

"Cough, cough …" "Ling, Ling Yue'er, mother, mother told you to find a concubine, did you find her?" The empress's face was as pale as a vegetable, her eyes sunken, her mouth opening and closing like a fish on the verge of death. She had used almost all her strength to finish her sentence.

"Muhou, don't say anymore, no matter what, muhou is still muhou, what concubine, I don't know, don't say anymore, if you want me to feel better, don't say anything, take good care of my illness, I beg you."

Feng Lingyue's heart was hurt, for the past few days she had been carrying the secret of not having the royal bloodline, and was also being pressured by Feng Ziyao. A few days ago, when she was forced to kneel for eight hours, her leg had begun to hurt from walking for too long.

How could she do it?

"Child, you are always, always so stubborn. Imperial Mother, Imperial Mother told you that, yet I still don't want you. I want you to find a way out as soon as possible. You, you can blame me. I, I'm coming." After the empress finished speaking, she sank deep into the quilt.

"Muhou!"

"Imperial Mother, you won't live for long. Someone wants Imperial Mother to die, ah. It's a pity that Imperial Mother only realized this in the past two days. Imperial Mother, you really are stupid …" A pained expression appeared on the empress's face.

"Who?" "Who wants Imperial Mother to die …" Feng Lingyue's heart trembled as she asked.

"Princess, princess, quickly come out, your little deer …" All of a sudden, the crying voice of Zhili came from outside.

A fawn?

As Feng Lingyue heard this, she suddenly stood up and quickly ran out. As soon as she left, she saw that Zhiyi's hands were covered in blood, and he was trembling with fear.

"What's going on? A gift? "You, your hand …"

"Just now, this servant was feeding the little deer leaves, but Princess Thirteen suddenly appeared out of nowhere and seemed to be very angry. This servant didn't notice, but … she had Senior Servant Chun stab the little deer with her blade, wow …" As he spoke, he knelt on the ground and broke down crying.