The first daughter is poisonous, the lord goes to bed obediently

Chapter 110 Divorce letter, regret for life

After Cheng Lianxin was taken to the Ministry of Criminal Justice, Xia Haiyan tried it in person. Feng Xihe didn't have to worry about Xia Haiyan's ability to handle the case.

After investigation, Cheng Lianxin was not the daughter of the county magistrate's family, but the sister of Aunt Zhao Jiahe.

In this way, Cheng Lianxin and Zhao's family had ulterior motives in the eyes of others. Cheng Lianxin was beaten to pieces when she went to accept the punishment for destroying the dress of the Shangyi Bureau.

She was still dreaming sweet dreams during the day, but at night, she suddenly felt plunged into an abyss of darkness.

Aunt He and Zhao Wuya had been having a hard time for a long time, before Zhao Wuya reluctantly agreed to go to the Ministry of Criminal Justice to take her away, threw him at the gate of Feng's residence, and said, "Since she is the aunt of Feng's residence, she must die at her husband's house if she dies." .”

Cheng Lianxin was so desperately stuck to the threshold, she refused to leave.

The concierge couldn't get rid of him, so he came to ask Feng Xihe, "Miss, this Aunt Lian..."

Feng Xihe didn't even think about it, so he said: "She is my father's aunt, and my father should have the final say on how to deal with her. You can just find her father."

There was a sneer on her lips, wondering how Gu Jincheng would feel when he learned that the pattern of the dress that the Zhao family gave to the Shangyi Bureau was twin flowers of the other side.

Cheng Lianxin knelt at the gate of Feng's residence for a long time, but finally only Ruan Zhaoming's servant came.Before the concierge could find Ruan Zhaoming, Ruan Zhaoming handed over a written divorce letter to the boy, and the boy went out and threw it on Cheng Lianxin.

When she saw the divorce letter, for a moment, her eyes were full of stars, and she almost fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Aunt He sent someone to pick her up so that she would not end up on the street.

However, when someone came to help her into the carriage, she felt ashamed and angry, the pain in her body mixed with the unwillingness in her heart, and she spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"Miss Lianxin, don't be too hard on yourself, otherwise, what will Aunt He do?" The maid hurriedly patted her on the back to make her feel better.

They didn't notice that after leaving with their carriage, a pair of eyes showed killing intent in the dark.

The last quarter moon hangs high on the branches, and the quiet moonlight shines on the Lvfuyuan, and also on the girl embroidering carefully in front of the pear wood window.

Feng Qingyue lowered her head and threaded several strands of silk threads of different colors into a robe made of hung silk one by one. On the table beside her were a few half-burned candles.

She let the lamps and candles shine on the satin in her hands, and she embroidered without blinking her eyes. Occasionally, when her eyelids fought, she just raised her hands and rubbed them.

"Sister, look, the ones I embroider are not worse than those in the embroidery shop, right?" After a long while, Feng Qingyue triumphantly held the half-embroidered gown and waved it in front of Feng Xihe.

Under the moonlight, the silk threads on the dress emitted a soft light, because Feng Qingyue passed the multicolored silk threads in the white lotus pollen before embroidering, and a faint fragrance remained on them.

"Okay, the clothes embroidered by our family Qingyue must be the best." Feng Xihe supported her cheek with one hand, and praised her with a smile. The stars in his eyes were soft and peaceful, like the moonlight under the night sky.

Looking at Feng Qingyue's appearance, she felt an unspeakable sadness in her heart. If Feng Qingyue was not crazy and could maintain such innocence, she would be relieved.

Feng Qingyue was like a child who got candy, bowed her head and continued to work, and murmured: "If you get married in the future, I will sew a wedding dress for you. I also want to make a wedding dress for myself, but Saburo has been waiting for me for a long time. Did not find me."

Thinking of Zhao Zhen, she seemed to have a sense of sadness filling her heart, so she pursed her lips and remained silent.

Feng Xihe realized it immediately, and couldn't help but patted her on the shoulder, saying, "Qingyue, you will find a man who is more suitable for you than Zhao Zhen in the future."

Feng Qingyue looked up at the starry sky, with tears in her eyes, and asked in confusion, "Will you?"

"Yes." Feng Xihe said slowly, she silently hoped in her heart that Feng Qingyue could forget Zhao Zhen as soon as possible, because it wasn't worth it.

Feng Xihe embroidered the dress with Feng Qingyue, and after having a conversation with her, he went back to Lanyue Pavilion at night.

When she was going out, she met Aunt Wanqiu who came to deliver the supper. Aunt Wanqiu was holding the supper for Feng Qingyue in her hand. When she passed by Feng Xihe, she bent down humbly and asked, "Miss, do you want me?" Eat something before leaving?"

"I'm not hungry." Feng Xihe declined flatly, ever since Auntie Wanqiu betrayed her, there had been a rift between them.

Aunt Wanqiu looked at her leaving back, with an inexplicable light flickering in her eyes.

Miss, I hope you can forgive me for what I have done in the past.

She sighed, turned around and entered the room, but before she stepped into the threshold, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"You..." Her eyes were wide open, but the other party signaled her to keep quiet.

Aunt Wanqiu hurriedly nodded her head desperately.

Afterwards, the other party stuffed her with a packet of powder wrapped in yellow paper, and ordered: "Add this to the pollen, understand?"

Aunt Wanqiu took the pollen, her hand trembled slightly, she didn't know whether she should accept it or not.

"Do you really want to be so cruel?" There were big tears in her eyes, and she couldn't bear it when she thought of Feng Xi and Zeng treating her like their own mother.

Fang Fu said unceremoniously: "When did you have so many problems? If you can't bear her, then I will make your daughter disappear forever and make you suffer forever!"

"Last time, what happened in the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall, did you forget it so quickly?"

After hearing this, Aunt Wanqiu hesitated for a moment, thinking of poor Qingyue, she still agreed.

She brought the tea tray, and when she entered the room, seeing Feng Qingyue was still bowing her head embroidering the dress, she squeezed out a smile and said, "Qingyue, you can eat something before continuing to embroider, mother made you your favorite fried cake .”

"Okay." Feng Qingyue happily got up from the embroidered pier, ran over, grabbed a few pieces of fried cakes like crystal rabbits, stuffed them into her mouth, and sighed while eating: "Mother, the fried cakes you made are getting better and better. The more delicious it is."

Aunt Wanqiu suppressed her smile, but her voice was choked up and said: "Then you eat more, in the future, maybe, Mommy won't have the chance to make it for you."

Feng Qingyue was stunned, her face full of puzzlement, as if she didn't understand what she meant.

Then, the pastry in Feng Qingyue's hand fell to the ground, as if remembering something, she looked back at her in surprise, "Wow", and cried.

"What do you mean, mother, don't scare me!" She didn't care about the dusty fried cake, and grabbed Aunt Banqiu's sleeve in the past, trying to explain to Aunt Wanqiu.

"It's okay. Look at you, you are worried." Aunt Wanqiu patted Feng Qingyue's head lovingly, and said slowly: "Mother just thinks that if you get married in the future, mother will not be able to see you every day, and there may be no way to do it. you eat."

"Mother, I don't want to marry, I just want the cakes you made." Feng Qingyue bent down with a depressed face, and leaned her head on Aunt Banqiu's lap.

Aunt Wanqiu comforted her softly, "You can't say that. One day, you will really be able to marry Young Master Zhao as you wish."

"Sanlang...Sanlang..." Feng Qingyue's pupils suddenly dilated when she heard Zhao Zhen, and then, showing an extremely painful expression, she held her head and kept shaking her head, and then she was about to smash things.

Aunt Wanqiu pulled her back in horror, and asked: "Qingyue, are you sick again, please, please, mother will not say anything, mother will always be by your side."

She patted Feng Qingyue's back repeatedly, and went to feed Feng Qingyue with medicine. After tossing for a while, Feng Qingyue stopped crying.

After Feng Xihe returned to Lanyue Pavilion, he was about to go in with the ram horn lantern, but suddenly found that the honeysuckle stand next to the house seemed to be different.

"Qianyun, have you trimmed it?" The luxuriant branches and leaves of honeysuckle were swaying in the wind in the night. She walked to the flower stand and saw the neatly trimmed flower branches. She couldn't help but wondered. She remembered that she had It's been a long time since I took care of it.

"No, miss, didn't you say before that I don't have to worry about it?" Qian Yun's sleepy eyes were sleepy, and her face was also confused.

Feng Xihe was even more puzzled. She didn't let Qian Yun take care of the honeysuckle, because she felt that even if no one took care of it, the honeysuckle would grow well.

Fine white petals fluttered down from the branches and leaves, many of them landed on her shoulders and temples, she didn't shake them off, but walked deeper.

As she walked, she found that under a branch, there was a piece of fiery red clothes hanging slightly, even in the dark night, it was extraordinarily dazzling.

Feng Xihe's heart suddenly became a little more vigilant, and he quickly took out a few silver needles from his sleeve. Whoever dares to sneak into her yard late at night, she will make him regret it all his life!

However, before she could throw the silver needle in her hand, she saw someone "whoosh" and the red shadow flashed across the night sky like a wild goose.

As soon as he left, Gu Zhun who was behind also flew after him.

"My lord, wait for me." When Gu Zhunfei passed by, Gu Shiyin disappeared again, so Gu Zhun could only complain in a low voice: "My lord, you can't be so low-key when you chase girls."

"Prince Yu?" Feng Xihe immediately took back the silver needle knowingly, thankfully he hadn't sent it out yet.

However, Gu Shi introduced her, why hide?It must be too late for her to hide.

Qian Yun didn't see the two people in the sky at all, and ran away when he saw them.

"Miss, is it the honeysuckle that the young master came to help you trim?" Qian Yun walked over in a daze, feeling the large rain of flowers shaking off due to the violent flying of the two of them just now.

"No." Feng Xihe held the honeysuckle flowers all over the sky with his hands, but his eyes were looking at the direction Gu Shiyin was leaving, a smile could not help but appear from the corners of his eyes, he didn't even know that the flowers had fallen from his hand.

"Miss, what are you looking at? Is there a thief?" Qian Yun rubbed her eyes, followed her gaze, then scratched her head again, why didn't she see anything.

Feng Xihe finally came to his senses, gave her a push, and said, "It's time to go to bed."

Qian Yun had no choice but to go back and turn off the lights for a rest, but she really felt that the young lady was very strange, and she seemed a little shy.

In Jinling City, the green leaves on the trees turned yellow one after another, the autumn leaves in the maple forest reflected the mountains red, and the autumn in Ningguo is gradually approaching.

On this day, the mountain and the foot of Qinshan Mountain were already surrounded by people watching, but they could only watch the Taimiao from a distance because of the obstruction of the Imperial Forest Army.

"Look, the queen is coming!"

At this time, someone in the crowd shouted, and everyone turned around and looked in the direction of the Queen Mother Luanjia.

(End of this chapter)