In order to make a good impression in front of the ministers, Feng Yu tried her best in everything she did, but there was nothing wrong with her.

It's just that Feng Yu had some thoughts that she shouldn't have. She knew that although Nangong Ling had lived on thin ice in the past, she could firmly control what belonged to her in her hands.

She glanced at Nangong Ling. If he had his methods, her brother wouldn't be able to defeat them.

Thinking like this, Feng Yu couldn't help but criticize Nangong Ling.

"Brother Ling, what do you think of this palace?"

She thought she had hidden her little thoughts well, but in fact Nangong Ling saw it all. He frowned slightly and followed her words and said: "It is magnificent and magnificent, much more magnificent than the Princess's Mansion."

Feng Yu's eyes lit up when she heard the words, "Brother Ling thinks so too, right? It's just that my brother and sister Jiu'er are very petty. We are obviously a family, but my brother doesn't let me enter the palace very much. If they hadn't had something wrong this time,

If we go to Xicheng, we won't be able to get such a bargain."

Nangong Ling said nothing and listened to her quietly.

"It would be great if we could be the masters of this palace in the future."

"Oh? That's your brother."

Feng Yu twirled her fingers to prevent Nangong Ling from thinking that she was a cruel and ruthless woman, and said in a covert manner: "Brother Ling, don't worry, of course Yu'er knows that he is my biological brother, and I won't do anything to him. It's just that

I couldn't bear to see him working so hard, so I just let him take a break."

"Brother Ling, don't you believe me?"

Her watery eyes stared at Nangong Ling, and there seemed to be millions of tender feelings hidden in them.

"No." Nangong Ling stood up and straightened the wrinkles on her clothes, "I've been a little tired recently. I'm going home first."

"Brother Ling, are you leaving now?"

Perhaps it was because Nangong Ling was so disappointed with her before and had a cold attitude towards her that now he just said a few words to her, and she was already satisfied and did not expect him to stay with her all the time.

Especially now that she still has a lot of discounts that she hasn't had time to read, "I'll have someone take you back later?"

"No need, I know how to go back."

In order not to arouse Feng Yu's suspicion, Nangong Ling pursed her lips and said in a calm voice: "You should hurry up and go back early."

This sentence made Feng Yu's heart feel sweet, "Okay, I will finish what I am doing quickly."

After coming out of the Imperial Study Room, the smile on Nangong Ling's face disappeared instantly.

He walked slowly and unhurriedly. Man Yue, who had been waiting at the palace gate for a long time, saw him and a flash of joy flashed on her face.

"Excuse me, is this Prince Sheng... is it Mr. Nangong?"

Nangong Ling's demeanor made people couldn't help but feel nervous, and Man Yue was a little nervous when she spoke.

"Who are you?" Nangong Ling recovered some memories intermittently. He vaguely felt that the person in front of him looked familiar, but he could not remember her identity.

Seeing his increasingly cold expression, Man Yue quickly waved her hand and explained: "Mr. Nangong, please don't get me wrong. I am not a bad person. I used to be the person who served the young master."

Nangong Ling was not sure whether what she said was true or false. He looked at the warm full moon indifferently and asked: "Young Master and I are not familiar with each other, why did you come to me?"

The hope in Man Yue's eyes gradually disappeared after hearing Nangong Ling's words.

She knew that the person the young master was interested in was definitely not someone who would give in to Feng Yu, which meant that King Sheng also lost his memory.

He originally thought that he could rely on Nangong Ling to restore Feng Jiuqing's memory, but now it seems that it is just a wishful thinking, and he himself cannot save it.

Man Yue lowered her eyelids and said honestly: "It's nothing, it's just that the young master has been out of the palace for a long time, and the princess is always busy. I want to ask Mr. Nangong if there is any news about the young master."

Nangong Ling said nothing and looked at Man Yue up and down. He was judging the truth or falsehood of her words. Man Yue raised her head and let him look at her.

Nangong Ling looked at her for a long time and said in a cold voice, "Young master, with Mr. Feng by your side, nothing will go wrong."

Man Yue pinched her palms and said, "Thank you, Mr. Nangong."

Looking at Man Yue's lonely back, Nangong Ling took a long time to look away. He couldn't tell anyone about recovering his memory yet, especially when he was surrounded by people from Feng Yu, and of course other people, if he guessed correctly.

, those people should have been sent here by Feng Xiye.

He hooked his lips and got on the carriage of the princess's palace to go back.

When he passed by the restaurant, he opened the curtain and whispered, "Stop for a moment."

"Master, are you going to buy salted duck again?"

Nangong Ling nodded slightly, "Yeah."

Now everyone in the princess's mansion knows that Nangong Ling likes to eat the salted duck from this restaurant, and he will stop to eat it every time he passes by.

The coachman didn't think much and parked the carriage outside the restaurant, "Master, go ahead, I'll just wait here."

Nangong Ling had handsome features. Although he was usually stern, he had never been harsh to servants like them. The coachman looked at his back and shook his head with a smile, thinking: No wonder the princess likes him.

Nangong Ling was already a regular customer, and as soon as the shopkeeper saw him, he warmly greeted him.

"Is this guest still the same as before?"

"Well, it's still the same."

After the two had a conversation, the shopkeeper ordered the waiter to take Nangong Ling upstairs.

"Master has been waiting for you inside for a long time."

Pushing open the door of the wing, Feng Qiqing and Qingsong were sitting inside.

He sat down familiarly, and Qingsong put his hand on his wrist.

"Your Highness's poison has been almost cured. I wonder if your memory has recovered?"

"I remember a little bit of things from the past, but they are all piecemeal, but I remember the relationship between me and Jiu Qing."

He pursed his lips, but what he didn't say was that what he remembered was not very happy, and even seemed like a nightmare to Feng Jiuqing.

He still remembered the Feng Jiuqing he saw in the palace that day. Her eyes were as indifferent as water when looking at people. Even though she didn't say a few words to him, her softness when she treated Feng Xiye and her kindness when facing him

The spikes all over his body were so different that he couldn't help but feel jealous.

Qingsong took out the silver needle and skillfully applied it on several acupuncture points on Nangong Ling's body.

"His Highness Prince Sheng's memory will be restored in about half a month. At that time, I ask His Highness to fulfill his promise. Master is a person who likes freedom. Now that he has been restrained in the palace for a long time, I am afraid he is already upset.

It’s a mess.”

"Well, since I promised you, I won't go back on my promise."
Chapter completed!