"Don't be afraid, I have the final say. You can continue talking."

Feng Jiuxi burst into tears and her body was trembling. The moment she saw the lingering spirit feathers in the ruins, she tightened her arms and looked at Concubine Yan. She collapsed and screamed and kowtowed: "Concubine Yan, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done it for you." To protect yourself, beat the people around you, let alone snatch your Lingyu Cui by the Sun Palace Lake, the frozen lake is really cold, and the wound on your arm hurts too."

She hurriedly walked over on her knees among the debris on the ground, her hands and feet were cut by crystal fragments, her hands were greasy with blood and she held on to the hem of her concubine-colored skirt, and her weak voice was full of panic: "Your Majesty, Concubine Yan, please You...please spare me, Jiuxi...I'm really scared...that I will die."

When she said the last word, she almost gritted her teeth, and the sound was extremely clear and cold to everyone's ears.

Ruan Shuyi fainted in grief.

"Feng Jiuxi, you are talking nonsense. The wounds on your hands and feet were clearly made by yourself..."

Feng Jiuxi's hard hands almost tore her skirt, and fresh blood seeped out from her arms, staining the large embroidery on the toes of her shoes.

It was as if I could feel the bloody heat through my shoes.

The wound on the arm became even redder and shocking.

"Ms. Yan Fei, Jiu'er was stupid and ignorant before. She might have bumped into you without knowing it, but she fell into the ice lake that day and woke up after a few days of coma. She has recovered her mind and will never do anything to harm herself. Jiu'er I'm most afraid of pain. You can't accuse me unjustly..." As he spoke, he burst into tears again.

"Feng Jiuxi, let go... let go..." Concubine Yan seemed to be tortured to the point of losing her mind, tugging at her skirt desperately.

Concubine Jing and Feng Mujing looked at each other, and they both saw something strange in each other's eyes. Feng Mujing thought of the scene where she beat up Wu Mei in Merlin this morning, and her mind was in a daze, and she couldn't figure out what kind of person she was. people.

I have a bold idea. If she really made the wound herself, wouldn't it be terrible?

During this period, Emperor Feng's eyes were always on Feng Jiuxi, making it difficult for people to guess. Feng Jiuxi was born with dementia. To the Xuanwu Continent, he was a complete waste. He was not even as good as an ordinary person. He had no Killing this stupid girl would be considered merciful, but if it weren't for today's incident, he had almost forgotten the existence of this fourth daughter.

He pointed at Feng Jiuxi and sighed quietly: "Concubine Yan, look at her crying like this, how could she stab herself to frame you."

Feng Jiuxi sneered in her heart, let go of Concubine Yan's skirt, and cried, her droopy eyelashes covering the boundless darkness in her cold eyes.

Because she loosened her too quickly and Yan Fei pulled her too tight just now, she stumbled and hit a broken stove piece at her feet. A cold current surged in Feng Di's eyes, and he suddenly stared at the woman in white clothes like snow with tears stained face in the darkness of the room. One glance.

Concubine Yan's watery eyes turned cold, she woke up from the boundless fear and said to Emperor Feng with a tearful tone: "Your Majesty, Feng Jiuxi is a very vicious person, don't listen to her words."

"Should I still listen to you?" Emperor Feng said majestically.

Concubine Yan choked and did not dare to say any more.

Emperor Feng continued calmly: "Concubine Yan, you are so powerful in this harem. If Jiu Xi hadn't complained bitterly today, I wouldn't have known that she was beaten like this by you and pushed into the lake. If she hadn't If you resist, I'm afraid I will lose one of my daughters, and you and Jue'er deserve to be beaten."

Concubine Yan seemed to be listening to a funny joke. Everyone in the palace knew that Emperor Feng never cared about Feng Jiuxi's existence. Now he showed his concern for her in every word. Could it be because she was no longer stupid.

Concubine Yan said anxiously: "But that day she wanted to snatch the Lingyu Cui that the emperor gave to me. I regarded it as precious, so I accidentally pushed her down."

There are two Lingyu Cui branches in total. One branch is in the hands of the Queen, and even Concubine Jing is not blessed.

"Li Dafu, go and ask the royal doctor to bandage the princess's wound."

"Thank you, Father." Feng Jiuxi was well-behaved. She didn't believe that a sinister emperor who didn't even spare his brothers would suddenly care about his own daughter who had regained her sanity.

She saw that Concubine Yan still wanted to comment.

The corner of her mouth curled up secretly, then let her do it. While bandaging, she said softly and harmlessly: "Father, just now Concubine Yan called me a little bitch." She looked down at the fragments on the ground and said: "

This crystal stove was given to my mother by you, and she regarded it as a treasure. She wiped it back and forth several times every day, but Concubine Yan smashed it because she said it was contaminated with bad luck."

Emperor Feng looked at Concubine Yan with eyes that seemed to jump out of flames.

Concubine Yan gritted her teeth and knelt down, with a secret fire in her heart. She had really underestimated Feng Jiuxi in the past. Could it be that she was pretending to be crazy and acting stupid before.

He was sincere and frightened, "Your Majesty, I forgive you. I love my son so much, but I was blinded for a moment, so I talked nonsense."

Emperor Feng said coldly and solemnly: "I am usually too arrogant and indulgent of you, and I spoil Jue'er to the point of being lawless. It's time for you to learn from Concubine Jing. This time you go back and copy more Buddhist scriptures to cultivate your mind and character."

Concubine Yan hated Feng Jiuxi so much that she blamed her, but it didn't matter how good Concubine Jing was, she gave birth to a son who didn't know mystical strength. Concubine Yan knew very well that Emperor Feng still wanted a son with a talent for mystical cultivation.

He promised: "I know I was wrong, so I will take Jue'er back to copy the scriptures behind closed doors."

Emperor Feng was right.

Feng Jiuxi's voice sounded gloomy: "Mother, please remember to take away your precious hairpin."

Concubine Jing's heart trembled. She didn't dare to go and get it, but Feng Jiuxi's voice sounded like an order, beating in her heart.

Picking up the blood-stained hairpin on the ground, not daring to stay for a moment longer, he turned around and left with Feng Jue.

Seeing that nothing was going on here, Concubine Jing took Feng Mujing back to report her departure.

Concubine Yan was walking on the road when she saw the blood stains on the corners of her skirt and shoes, and she was so frightened that she did not dare to look at it again. Feng Jiuxi's devilish behavior just now really scared her.

Feng Jue's feet are still weak now, and she has a cowardly look on her face: "Mother, that Feng Jiuxi is so scary."

Concubine Yan murmured: "Jue'er, you and Nanny Zhang are both warriors with profound energy. It is said that that fool cannot defeat you. Could it be that she has been pretending to be crazy since she was a child?"

There was a bewildered look on her face, "No wonder the emperor's attitude towards her changed drastically today."
Chapter completed!