"It's impossible for him to still love Feng Jiuqing!" She gritted her teeth and denied with a firm tone, "He will only hate her!"

Qiu Chan knew that the reason why she didn't say it out loud must be because of Punch's trump card.

After thinking about it, Qiu Chan's eyes became serious.

She humbly gave a suggestion, "Princess, Feng Jiuqing can't stand up. If you want to be more conservative, I'm afraid..."

As she spoke, she made a gesture on her neck with her hands.

Wiaoyu watched her action with a heavy gaze. For a long time, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"you're right."

…

Not sure if it was because of the winter, Feng Jiuqing felt that she had been very sleepy these past few days.

It was usually Nangong Yue who came to find her, and she remembered the bed now.

On weekdays, he is even more lazy and will not move if he can lie down.

"Sister-in-law, stop being lazy!" Nangong Yue muttered dissatisfied, "Today is New Year's Eve!"

Feng Jiuqing could only yawn and cheer up, "It's the beginning of the year and it's time to play."

"We all want to eat together!" When Nangong Yue said this, the emotions in her eyes were rare and complicated.

I'm very happy, but quite confused.

Holding a plate of pastries, Zizhu explained, "The prince sent a message this morning, asking everyone in the courtyard to gather together for the New Year's Eve dinner."

"The prince asked you and the princess to go to the main courtyard." Zizhu said this, but he was confused again, "But judging from that, it is obvious that the one from Ruyi Pavilion will also go."

Feng Jiuqing pointed at herself in astonishment and wondered, "Nangong Ling is out of his mind?"

New Year's Eve dinner means family members. Are she and him the same person?

Even when it comes to acting, Nangong Ling is a bit too dedicated.

The corners of Zizhu's eyes twitched slightly, and then he sighed. Sadly, he found that he had easily accepted the princess's disrespectful attitude towards the prince.

"I won't go." Feng Jiuqing decisively refused.

Zizhu was helpless, "If the princess doesn't go, the princess will also go. This is the prince's message."

"Ah? I want to go too? Yue'er doesn't want to go! Yue'er wants to be with her sister-in-law!" Nangong Yue said angrily.

Feng Jiuqing also frowned.

Having learned from past mistakes, she was naturally worried about letting Nangong Yue come into contact with Wiaoyu.

By putting Nangong Ling's words here, doesn't it mean she's already predicting her reaction?

Feng Jiuqing suddenly felt angry in her chest.

Just go, she wants to see what Nangong Ling wants to do!

Since Feng Jiuqing agreed to go, she naturally would not back down on the spot.

That night, I took Nangong Yue out of the yard.

When she arrived, Nangong Ling and Wiaoyu were already sitting at the table.

Feng Jiuqing raised her eyebrows.

Even if the memory of the original owner is searched, the opportunity to have dinner with Nangong Ling is still very rare.

After all, this is a man who can leave his room alone and return to the battlefield on his wedding day.

Feng Jiuqing took a look at the dishes on the table and felt better.

"Sister Princess, you are finally here. Brother Ling and I have been waiting for a long time. Sit down quickly!"

Miaoyu stood up immediately and greeted softly.

It's just that there is a hint behind the words that she is the mistress of this house?

Feng Jiuqing was not only suspicious. Could it be that Nangong Ling asked her to come just to give her a blow?

"No need to wait, you can eat first," Feng Jiuqing said as she walked in.

It was only when she got closer that she discovered there was an empty seat next to Nangong Ling.

This position, located under the head of the family, can be seen as the position of the mistress.

I don’t know what the reason was, but Nangong Ling couldn’t place Miaoyu in this position.

Feng Jiuqing glanced at it, not bothering to pay attention to these winding things.

She pulled Nangong Yue and wanted to sit farthest away from Nangong Ling.

"Sit here."

Nangong Ling, who had been silent until now, said suddenly and coldly.

Feng Jiuqing was stunned when she saw the other party staring at her, and the "this" he was talking about was the noble mistress beside him.

Wiaoyu, who had been smiling brightly just now, froze, and she looked at Nangong Ling in disbelief.

Nangong Ling's expression did not change.

Feng Jiuqing had already sneered, "I don't think it's necessary. The door is closed tightly and no one can see it, so why bother doing such a face-saving project?"

"Except here, there is no place for you at this table." Nangong Ling also said coldly.

Feng Jiuqing frowned, "You!"

"Sister-in-law..."

Nangong Yue was at a loss, but seeing the visibly tense relationship between her brother and sister-in-law, she was a little frightened and subconsciously pulled Feng Jiuqing's clothes.

This little pitiful appearance made Feng Jiuqing feel soft.

She originally wanted to sit down and eat without arguing with Nangong Ling.

But within a short time, servants had already come up and taken away the chairs in other places.

Only the "mistress" position is left.

Feng Jiuqing cursed secretly in her heart, Nangong Ling must have something wrong with her brain!

Immediately he reluctantly sat on it, not forgetting the sarcasm, "Since you insist, I won't be polite. I just hope some people don't mind too much."

As he spoke, his eyes fell lightly on Wiaoyu.

The punch line was taken seriously.

The emotions in her eyes changed very quickly, and the stiffness just now disappeared in a flash.

"Sister Princess, what are you talking about?"

She smiled broadly.

"This position naturally belongs to the princess and sister. Yu'er knows her identity. It is Yu'er's blessing to be able to sit at this banquet with Brother Ling."

A clever compliment and a few words that put yourself in a pitiable position.

If it were the past, Nangong Ling would definitely express his love for her.

But today, Nangong Ling only said lightly: "You don't have to be restrained in your words."

Wongyu lowered his eyes, dissatisfaction surging in his eyes.

Nangong Ling's words actually meant that he really treated her as an outsider?

But how could she give up so easily?

After sitting down, he gave Nangong Ling another chopstick of meat, "Brother Ling, try this. Yu'er cooked it for Brother Ling today and tried different ways."

Nangong Ling ate it and nodded slightly, "Yu'er's craftsmanship is certainly good."

Feng Jiuqing ignored the two of them.

She sat down to eat, hoping to leave as soon as she finished.

Nangong Yue, on the other hand, glanced curiously at the pot of vegetables made by Miaoyu, and the child who couldn't remember to eat and hit stretched out his chopsticks to pick it up.

Feng Jiuqing thought that she was not a stingy person, but when she thought of Nangong Yue's witty remarks last time, her face immediately darkened.

But in the end it didn't cause any trouble.

Who knows, if she doesn't look for trouble, trouble will come to her.

A pair of chopsticks picked up a piece of meat while she wasn't paying attention and put it into her bowl.

Feng Jiuqing looked up in shock and saw Nangong Ling's cold face, and she hadn't taken back the chopsticks in her hand yet!

What on earth is he doing?

Feng Jiuqing's brows jumped, and her heart was complicated.

Nangong Ling withdrew his gaze and ignored her.

"Crack!"
Chapter completed!