It was already dark, and it was almost two o'clock at the other end. Ning Ning actually didn't mind the torture and refused to give up until she saw the prince.

Humph, she saw that this girl Ning Ning had more than a little big problems.

Feng Jinghua didn't slap her in the face, after all, she was the spy sent by the other princes into the palace.

"Oh, let me do it." Feng Jinghua stretched out her hand to pick it up, but Ning Ning suddenly said, "Princess, the prince has always been served by Ning Ning. He doesn't want anyone. I'm afraid he will want it now."

If there's trouble, why not let Ning Ning serve the prince?"

Ning Ning, as Ning Ning called herself, really didn't take her as the Crown Princess seriously.

Feng Jinghua immediately said with a straight face: "Are you the Crown Princess, or am I the Crown Princess? You have turned a deaf ear to what I said, right? The Crown Prince is making trouble at the moment, and if he is making trouble, it won't be your turn to serve him.

"

After saying that, Feng Jinghua reached out and snatched the lotus seed soup from Ning Ning's hand.

With this grab, a large piece of lotus seed soup spilled into Ning Ning's hand.

The lotus seed soup had just been brought out of the pot and was still hot. Her hands burned red as soon as it splashed out.

Ning Ning quickly retracted her hands and watched Feng Jinghua bring the lotus seed soup into the room, but there was a cold and forlorn look in her eyes.

Ever since Feng Jinghua came to the house, Ning Ning rarely saw the ugly prince.

I'm very angry right now and don't know where to vent my anger.

Feng Jinghua brought the lotus seed soup into the room and saw Duanmu Lin sitting on the desk with his head buried in something he was not sure what to write.

He was silent all night. Feng Jinghua asked him anything, but he didn't reply, let alone say a word to her.

At this moment, when he saw Feng Jinghua coming in with lotus seed soup, he just glanced at it and then lowered his head and continued writing.

"Lotus seed soup for you." Feng Jinghua put a serious face on the lotus seed soup in front of him.

The soup splashed onto the scraps of paper, staining the black fonts.

Duanmu Lin frowned and stared at the font that was stained by the lotus seed soup. Without saying anything, he clenched the discarded paper into a ball and threw it at her feet.

Feng Jinghua stepped back, looked down at the paper ball rolled to her feet, then raised her head and glared at him: "Duanmu Lin, why are you so angry?"

"It's already very late if you don't go to rest." His words suddenly made her who wanted to lose her temper suppress the anger in her heart.

Before she left, she put one hand on the table and asked, "What did you mean by what you said to me in the hall of my house today? Please tell me more clearly."

Yell at him twice, then leave without saying anything clearly, treating her as Einstein with a high IQ.

He always loved to joke with her, but she couldn't tell which of his words were truth and which were jokes.

He slowly raised his head, looked at her troubled little face, sighed softly and said, "Aren't you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy!"

"Then I'm sleepy. If you have anything to say, let's talk tomorrow." He stood up, not planning to write any more letters of summons. He walked to the bed, took off his coat, and lay down on the bed.

Feng Jinghua followed. In fact, after getting married, the two of them had been sleeping in separate rooms.

At this moment, in order to pursue the matter, Feng Jinghua didn't think much, so she sat on the bed and stretched out her hand to tug Duanmu Lin's sleeves: "Hey, I'm not sleepy, you have to tell me now

Make it clear."

"But I'm sleepy." He rubbed his eyes and looked really sleepy.
Chapter completed!