I'll kill the male lead again

Chapter 162

Luo Xiaoxiao picked up the cup and put it to her mouth, but she didn't take a sip of water.

Instead, he put the water glass heavily on the stone table.

"The emperor decreed to marry Yueqing to His Royal Highness Prince An, and you became a side concubine within half a month."

Luo Xiaoxiao stared at An Siyue with meaningful eyes.

An Siyue smiled slightly when she heard the words, quite proud.

"If my sister doesn't mind being a concubine, as a sister, it's not bad."

Luo Xiaoxiao's complexion suddenly changed, and his face flushed with anger.

An Siyue played with the jade in her hand and chuckled.

Luo Xiaoxiao sat there with a stiff expression.

An Siyue let her hang out for a while, Luo Xiaoxiao stood up bored.

"Little sister, our common enemy is Yue Qing~"

She glanced at Luo Xiaoxiao, with some kind of calculation in her eyes.

Speaking of Yue Qing, Luo Xiaoxiao finally regained his energy.

"Do you really want her to ride on your head forever?"

Luo Xiaoxiao looked at the indifferent An Siyue. She seemed confident and not panicked at all.

An Siyue snorted coldly, restraining the smile on her face.

"One day is enough, for a lifetime, don't even think about it!"

Her eyes were cold, and there was an indescribable killing intent in her eyes.

"I heard that it will be the little princess' birthday in a few days..."

Luo Xiaoxiao felt relieved when he saw An Siyue's appearance.

An Siyue and her looked at each other, and they seemed to have a certain idea that coincided with each other.

Jane Yi is very troubled these days.

Xing'er seems to be heartbroken by Chifeng, and she has been in a very bad mood recently.

Not only that, but he seemed to be avoiding her intentionally.

Before that, Myolie had been serving Jian Yi personally, almost inseparable.

Since that incident that day, Myolie has asked another maid, Dongmei, to take care of Jian Yi on the pretext of feeling unwell.

So Jian Yi could hardly see her these days.

Chifeng's internal energy was exhausted too much, and he was also depressed for several days.

Jane Yi asked him to rest, but he still guarded by his side with a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

"Miss, have some sour plum soup."

Dongmei placed a bowl of sour plum soup in front of Jane Yi.

Then he stepped back and fanned her.

Dongmei looked much stronger than Xing'er, and was half a head taller.

The facial features look ordinary, but after a long look, they are very attractive.

She is not as lively and active as Xing'er, but she is very reliable and knows how to do things.

The age looks almost 20 years old, and the whole person has a mature feeling.

"Dongmei, is your relationship with Xing'er good?"

Jian Yi took a sip of iced sour plum soup, and when she heard cicadas screaming in her ears, she turned her head and glanced at Dongmei.

Dongmei nodded slightly upon hearing this.

"Xing'er and I can be regarded as sisters who have a relatively good relationship in private. She usually tells me about anything."

Dongmei's voice is gentle and gentle, not in a hurry, which makes people sound very comfortable.

Jane Yi nodded, feeling a little calmer.

"Then did she tell you something about her mind recently?"

Jian Yi organized her words, glanced sideways at Chi Feng behind her, and lowered her voice.

Dongmei's eyes were pensive, and it seemed that she was also thinking seriously.

"No, she doesn't seem to be in a very good mood these days, and she doesn't like talking to me anymore."

Dongmei answered truthfully and shook her head.

"When I go to see her, she always says that she doesn't feel well and wants to be alone, so other slaves don't know."

After hearing Dongmei's words, Jian Yi felt a little more melancholy.

Xing'er, this girl, if she's gone, what will Xing'er do?

Although the two of them are masters and servants, she has always regarded Xing'er as a best friend.

"I know, you go down first."

Jian Yi nodded, put down the sour plum soup in her hand, and took the fan from Dong Mei.

Dongmei nodded, bowed her head and retreated.

But she didn't go far, she just waited outside the pavilion for orders.

Jian Yi hesitated, and finally waved to Chifeng.

Chi Feng walked over quickly.

"sit down."

Jian Yi said something to him without raising her head, and then poured a cup of sour plum soup for Chi Feng herself.

Chi Feng felt a little unnatural, but still sat obediently opposite her.

It's just that his eyes were looking at the table, and he didn't dare to look directly at her.

"Drink some sour plum soup, you don't have to stand all the time in such a hot day, aren't you tired?"

She chatted a few words at first, and then sat upright in a serious manner.

"The subordinates are not tired."

Chifeng just shook his head. He lowered his head and still didn't look at Jian Yi.

But after being stunned for a while, he still picked up the sour plum soup Jian Yi poured for him, and took a sip.

"Chifeng, do you hate Xing'er?"

Jian Yi was silent for a while, only cicadas were singing beside them.

Chi Feng raised his head and looked at her in surprise, with a bit of panic in his eyes.

"The subordinate has no plans to start a family."

He said something hastily and stiffly.

Jian Yi smiled and shook her head.

"I just asked do you hate her?"

She still repeats the previous content.

Chi Feng thought for a while, then shook his head slightly.

"it's OK."

His voice was calm, as if he was talking about the weather today.

It seems that there is no wave or concern.

Jane Yi nodded, seeing that he must not like it anymore.

She also didn't want to use her identity to mess up the relationship between the couple.

"Myolie is like a younger sister to me. I hope she can be happy. If you don't like her, don't give her hope."

After she finished speaking, she picked up the sour plum juice and continued to drink it.

But he didn't plan to say anything to Chi Feng.

Chi Feng looked up at her with focused eyes.

Then he nodded and stood up.

"The subordinates know what to do."

After speaking, he left the pavilion directly and walked in one direction.

"Woooo..."

Xing'er was hiding in her room at this moment, holding her knees with her hands.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her hair was messy and scattered aside.

He lowered his head and looked at the ground, his mouth raised high, his face full of grievances.

"Smelly Chifeng, bad Chifeng! I hate him, I hate him!"

While weeping, she muttered hatefully, and kept pounding the bed with both hands.

"Dong dong!"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door in the room.

Xing'er raised her head suddenly, a little flustered.

Tears hung on her eyelashes, and she squeezed her mouth shut.

"Yes... who is it?"

With a trembling voice, she looked at the door nervously.

"Myolie, it's me."

Chifeng's voice reached her ears, and Xing'er's heart trembled again.

Her blood immediately rose, and her face turned red uncontrollably.

But then she bit her lip with apprehension.

"What are you doing here?"

She stretched her neck and stared intently at the closed door.

There is a tall shadow printed on the door curtain outside the door.

"I have something to tell you."

Chifeng's voice seemed much gentler than usual.

Xing'er suddenly stood up from the bed excitedly.

His legs were already numb after sitting for a long time, so he got up suddenly and almost fell off the bed.

She stood up quickly, with a message on her face.

"coming!"

She tried to suppress the joy in her voice.

(End of this chapter)