Squatted down and looked at the person in front of him innocently, "Then you tell me honestly, I won't be angry, huh?" ”

The little maid hesitated, in fact, there is nothing that cannot be said, after all, it is a good thing. Although the prince should want to surprise Concubine Long, it is now related to the future hostess's impression of her, so it is better to explain honestly!

Then he said: "Huilong side concubine...... This, the prince said, in a month, our house will have a happy event, so let the slaves and maids clean the yard well! ”

"What does this have to do with you staring at me......" Before he finished speaking, as if he suddenly realized something, Long Wei paused, and a trace of shock flashed in his eyes.

"You just said that the house is going to hold a happy event, what kind of happy event?" She asked, uncertain.

The little maid's face flushed slightly, "Naturally, it is a happy event for you and the prince!" ”

Long Wei is stupid, is it especially popular to hold happy events this year?

******

A few days later, early in the morning.

Feng Qian got up immediately after Jun Moying's court, put on plain clothes, did the simplest dress, no makeup, and went to the Imperial Garden Lili alone without letting anyone follow her after breakfast, and she was still carrying a brown cloth bag, and her face without a smile looked a little cold.

Today is Mo Shaoyuan's first seventh, she doesn't know where his bones are buried, but since Jun Moying promised her that she would be buried properly, she naturally believes that the man will not break his promise.

She didn't dare to say that she was going out of the palace to see, she was afraid that if she provoked Jun Moying, he would let people dig Mo Shaoyuan's body in a fit of anger, which was not what she wanted to see.

Recently, the face with a bit of evil aura always appeared in her dreams, still as handsome as ever, but whenever she approached and wanted to see, she would always see bright red blood.

This is the most sorry person in her life.

Taking out the paper money she had prepared earlier from the brown cloth bag, Feng Qian lit the match, and in the same place, the smoke overflowed, and the smoke filled her eyes.

The eyes were suddenly a little sour with smoke, and even the heart was slightly blocked.

"In two days, I'm going to get married, Mo Shaoyuan......"

"I've been dreaming of you lately, probably because I was so bad to you in the past and made you angry, right? And always scare me with blood......"

"Next time I come back in my dreams, don't be like that, okay? Smile at me like you did when we first met......"

"Don't worry, I will do what I promise you. In this life, you will be very happy, live a long life, and live your share well......"

After staying for nearly an hour, it was estimated that Jun Moying might be going back soon, so Feng Qian left here.

Finally, he left a sentence: "I can only come here to see you in the future......"

That night, it was still a familiar dream, but the scene was completely different from the previous nights.

In the courtyard on the outskirts of Beijing, Feng Qian seemed to see the familiar face under the familiar tree, and the evil spirit was still there.

The white clothes were fluttering, clean and clear, and there was no trace of the red she feared.

He smiled, just as she had hoped.

"Xiao Qi, don't climb trees in the future. The next time you fall from the tree, there's no one to pick you up below......"

At that moment, Feng Qian's tears rained down.

I sat up in shock, only to realize that it was just a dream.

Fingers touched his cheek, but it was cold and tear-stained