1694 Your Concubine (10)

"Huh?" Xia Ling sat up.

Feng Er left, she knew it, and when he came back, she knew it too.

I just didn't expect him to take the initiative to come to her.

"The four princes will not come back tonight. He agreed with the counsellors that tomorrow his dark guard will send him broken silver. He will pretend that the broken silver was exchanged from the city's bank and invite the master to cheat him. Feng Er whispered, very jerky.

He is not a person who likes to talk, nor does he like to complain to people.

The existence of the Dark Guard is itself a sword in the hands of the nobles and officials. No one would like the sword to have its own thoughts and to influence the master's decision.

However, now this matter, Feng Er is really not used to it! Even if Feng Fu's undercover knew what he had done, he would be sent directly to accept the punishment of the worms, and he would not hesitate.

"Thank you, I know." Xia Ling's eyes flashed.

Sima Qu does not return tonight, which is really good news, which shows that she can deal with the past day first.

"Master, the four princes, the wolf son's ambitions, we might as well go back to Beijing and completely smash his conspiracy?" Feng Er did not understand Feng Yan.

Even if you suspect that Sima Qu is not a good person, you should not bet on your life!

It is only one day since she disappeared. With the strength of General Feng, it is easy to block the news in the capital.

Going back like this, Feng Yan is still the gold of the General's House, and his reputation will not be at all affected.

But it can be dragged on. She has Sima Luhu on her side, and the situation of capturing the heirs in the capital is complicated.

In case Feng Yan's disappearance is used as a essay by someone who is interested, she will be extremely passive, and the entire general mansion will be dragged into the water.

Which one is more important, the three-year-old can distinguish clearly.

Listening to the worry in Feng Er's words, Xia Ling looked at the favorability raised above his head by +5 and knew that Feng Er was considering for her.

Xia Ling knew what he said, but what she thought was different from Feng Er.

"You can rest assured that I will not do anything that harms others. I have my own plans for Sima Lu here." She could not disclose the plan to Feng Er, she could only offer such superficial consolation.

Feng Er was silent.

"Yes, master." He looked back at her, and his eyes fell on her bright face. "Feng Er passed."

This regained the cold tone, and found that I cared too much for her, so I redefined the boundary with her and retreated from the cross-border place?

"You are doing very well, if there is any movement, you can continue to report to me." Xia Ling smiled, pretending not to know Feng Er's psychological activities.

"Yes." Feng Er was even more silent.

There was a sullen punch in the empty space. He returned to the tree and couldn't help flying out. He found a tree nearby and brandished his sword.

The branches and leaves were cut off, the bright moon hung high, the leaves beside them suddenly sounded, and they looked up at the moon. The clear moon that day was like Feng Yan's face protruding from the window of the hut in the evening.

Bright and bright.

"Feng Er." It seemed as if her voice was calling him. Feng Er shook his head and cast aside his illusion.

Feng Er felt confused.

It's hard to describe his mood. It was Feng Yan who passed first, and she called him in, not letting Sima Qu touch the ankle, let him touch and rub.

He did something more intimate with her than Bifjun. If he talked about ethics, he should marry her.

But he was her dark guard, signed a deed of death with Feng Fu, a shadow lower than the servant, even without a name.

(End of this chapter)