Poison Doctor and Beast Concubine: Evil and Demon Lord, too entangled

Chapter 500
Feng Jiuxiao directly dragged Xiao Lanye to the sky prison. He was so busy these days that he almost forgot about Shuilu.

When they arrived at the single VIP room in Shuilu, the jailer opened the door for them immediately.

"Lord Nine, Miss Biao." Seeing them approaching, Shui Lu quickly put down her embroidery and bowed in salute.

Feng Jiuxiao looked at the embroidery on the table and said with a smile: "It seems that you are doing well here."

Shui Lu lowered her eyes and bowed: "Actually, the cell is a good place. The servant has done a lot of wrong things in the past. Here, the servant can reflect on it."

Feng Jiuxiao nodded with a smile: "If you can think that way, you can be considered enlightened."

People always need to experience something before they can understand something.

It's like water green, now it has completely lost the previous fangs and claws, and has become much more docile.

"How about Feng Yehang?"

Although Shui Lu is now in a peaceful state of mind, she still can't forget about revenge.

Feng Jiuxiao raised his eyebrows: "He's dead, the emperor already knew about his daughter-in-law's killing of Concubine Wan, and he has already given him death."

Hearing Feng Yehang's death, Shuilu's eyes turned red, and she quickly knelt down: "Thank you Ninth Prince, thank you Miss Cousin, Miss Cousin has helped my slave fulfill her long-cherished wish, and slave is willing to be an ox and a horse for Miss Cousin."

"It's fine to be a cow or a horse." Feng Jiuxiao helped Shui Lu up, and took out a 100 taels of silver note from the storage ring and gave her, "Everything is settled, take this 100 taels of silver to hand over your contract of sale Redeem it and live a good life."

Shui Lu was stunned for a moment, a little afraid to accept the silver ticket: "Miss Biao has already done a great favor to the servant, how can the servant still ask for money from Miss Biao?"

"Take it, even if I gave it for your young lady." Feng Jiuxiao stuffed the silver ticket into Shuilu's arms.

Shuilu's eyes turned red, and she was about to kneel down again.

Feng Jiuxiao quickly supported her: "I have something to advise you, the queen is dead, you will rot in your stomach whether the previous incident is true or not, otherwise you will get into trouble and no one will be able to save you."

Shui Lu's heart trembled, and she quickly bowed in response: "Your servant understands, and my servant will not say anything."

"Go." Feng Jiuxiao nodded.

"Thank you Miss Biao, thank you Ninth Prince."

After all, Shui Lu kowtowed to them three times before leaving.

After Shui Lu left, Feng Jiuxiao and Xiao Lanye left the dungeon.

"The queen mother has already chosen a wedding date for us, which will be at the end of next month." Xiao Lanye looked at Feng Jiuxiao and said.

Feng Jiuxiao looked surprised: "At the end of next month, it's not only a month, it will be too soon."

Xiao Lanye took her into his arms and said dissatisfiedly: "It's not fast, I think it's too slow."

Feng Jiuxiao has black hair, and she is not fast, there is only one month, and there are a lot of things to prepare for the wedding, and she doesn't know if she will be able to make it in time.

"Leave everything to me. You don't need to prepare anything. I will take care of everything. You just need to cultivate your energy and be my bride." Xiao Lanye said with a smile as if he knew what she was thinking.

Feng Jiuxiao raised her eyebrows: "What about the dress and the dowry, don't you need to prepare?"

She is not good at needlework, and she doesn't know how to make dresses by herself, but it takes time to customize.

There is also the dowry. She will leave those things that her mother left behind to Xiao Qi, so she needs to prepare the dowry herself.

"You don't need to prepare anything, just leave it to me."

Xiao Lanye hugged her, leaned close to her ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "I wish I could marry you back tomorrow."

Feng Jiuxiao's pretty face blushed, and there was a trace of expectation in her eyes.

(End of this chapter)