Chapter 141

From the banquet back to the Huai palace, it is close to dusk.

After Ling Feng and ye feibai, he always felt that something was wrong with yefeibai after the banquet.

There was a colder smell all over him than before.

His face was gloomy and cold, which made people dare not get close to him.

Ling Feng tried to think about it for a while, and found that this kind of emotion appeared after Miss Su ER and Mr. Jinyang united to find out the murderer. Could it be that

Just stepped into the prince Ning's residence, the night is not white, heard a noisy noise inside.

He stood in the yard and looked in the direction of the noise, frowning slightly.

Several bodyguards were escorting a servant in the mansion. He was frightened, but he could also see a trace of disapproval.

The steward of the mansion was standing in front of several people, and his face was full of anger: "how brave! Did you sell the things in the mansion? "

The servant quickly shook his hand: "no, it's not. The small one just looks strange. Take it here and have a look. Don't mistreat me

The steward was so angry that his beard trembled. This man was the nephew of the Queen's nurse. He was always arrogant and domineering.

In the name of huaiwangfu, he used to do mischief outside. After being punished every time, he said that he would never do it again, so he was spared.

I didn't expect that now he went even further. He wanted to sell the things in the house. I think he lost the gambling outside, so he started this idea.

"You can move things in the mansion?! I don't know what's good or bad

The man was unconvinced and raised his head to retort, but at a glance he saw that the night was not white standing at the door, and he immediately shrank his neck.

However, he turned to think that although the king of Huai was indifferent, he never cared about the affairs in the mansion.

Then he put down his heart and asked the steward for mercy with a bitter face: "I'm really curious. I won't be able to do it again. Please forgive me this time..."

While speaking, he also secretly glanced at the night.

He thought that the night was not white and he would leave directly, but he walked towards this side with a calm face. He was so frightened that he couldn't even speak.

When the steward heard the footsteps, he turned his head and saw that the night was not white. He saw his cold face with anger: "Lord, are you back?"

The night is not white, also do not answer, casually sit aside.

He glanced at the kneeling servant with a casual voice: "what's going on?"

There was a glimmer of surprise in the steward's eyes. In the past, he never paid attention to the affairs in the mansion and left it to him and mother Zhou to deal with them.

The night is not a trace of impatience in her white eyes.

The steward quickly pointed to the man: "this boy is thinking of selling off the antiques in the mansion. I caught him right now, and he is still denying it."

The man quickly explained: "Lord, the little one didn't want to sell it off, but the little one just wanted to have a look."

The steward couldn't help but shout: "what are these?! Do you want to take it out of the house? "

Along the steward's hand, ye feibai saw some rare things scattered on the ground, including some small antiques.

The man froze, lowered his head, and did not know how to quibble.

"I know you." The night is not white cold voice rings, that person droops the head fiercely to raise.

There was a ray of joy on his face, and he forced out a smile and said, "the Lord remembers that villains are the villains' honor. Last time my aunt said that..."

Ye Fei was pale and gloomy: "play a hundred boards."

At the moment, the servant was still a little unresponsive, full of consternation, and even forgot to beg for mercy.

The steward is stupefied. If the 100 boards go down, I'm afraid it's all gone. He looked up and saw that the night was not white. He was leaning on the chair with a faint coolness in his laziness. His face looked uncertain and unfathomable.

He was still hard headed and whispered: "Lord, he is the Queen's nurse..."

Yefei white silk did not care, coldly glanced at several guards behind the servant, thin red lips spit out a word: "hit!"

"Yes The two guards turned quickly to get the bench and the board.

The next person had a few silk of joy, at the moment, the whole person seemed to be soaked in ice water, shivering with cold all over.

He kept kowtowing to yefeibai: "spare my life, Lord, forgive me, I dare not Forgive me, Lord I don't dare any more! "

Night is not white, from the end of the tea light sip, indifferent.

Because the night was not white, the two bodyguards who carried out the staff duty did not dare to show mercy at all, and they fought hard and hard every time.

The servant cried and begged for mercy every time he received it: "Lord, Lord, I really dare not, please forgive me this time..."

The night is not white, leisurely tea, the scene in front of you if not seen.

The other servants in the mansion never saw that they did not spend the night in charge of the affairs of the mansion. However, the object of punishment was the son of the empress nurse.

Under this talent to suffer 40 big board, behind already is the flesh and blood is fuzzy, the skin is raw and fleshy, the cry is miserable.Other servants saw, each face appeared surprise and fear, one by one head, dare not speak.

Ye feibai looked up and looked at the bright red blood. Suddenly, Su Ying's delicate and stubborn face and his clear eyes suddenly appeared in his mind.

Night is not white eyebrows, fingers gently buckle the table.

The picture in his mind changed, replaced by a peony mask, with a metallic luster.

Then the two images slowly recombine into one person.

Ye feibai thinks of Wei Yingluo and shakes off the absurd idea in his mind.

He stroked his forehead with his hand: "take him down, don't keep it."

Night is not white finish saying, get up to leave.

The steward wiped the sweat on his head and saw that the punished servant was dying: "don't take it down quickly!"

Ye feibai has never had this kind of upset feeling. Even if he has already punished a servant to vent his anger, the feeling of boredom in his heart has not dissipated. It must be due to the heat in summer.

The black curtain covers the night sky, dotted with shining stars.

Night is not white strolls in the mansion, Ling Feng follows him in silence.

Ye feibai walked unconsciously. When he came back to his senses, he was in front of mingyuxuan, where fresh and elegant, green plants and trees, whirling trees, with a unique charm.

The night is not white, this is the courtyard where Su Ying lived before.

Night is not white looking at the courtyard micro Zheng for a moment, Ling Feng saw him a thoughtful look, can't help but open his mouth: "Lord, do you want to go in and have a look?"

The night is not white, just came in, and behind her came Wei Yingluo's soft voice: "Lord, are you back to your house?"

The night is not a white micro can not smell a hum.

Wei Yingluo pushes forward enthusiastically, but poor Ling Feng can only stand a little farther.

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