Playful and cute concubine

Chapter 425 Confrontation 8
"How are you?" Xilingmo followed his voice to find the right position, barely seeing someone being held down by half of his body!

"Help... help!"

The shouting had become weaker, Xi Lingmo frowned, and quickly glanced at the burning citron tree!There is thick smoke all around, and it is not clear what is going on at all!
She stretched out her long sleeves with both hands, and with a flick of her fingertips, the silver thread wrapped around the citrus wood with a snort!She violently threw the heavy citron wood, and quickly pulled people up and threw them out!

There was another burst of shouting outside the window, she had no time to take care of it. Countless people were smoked to the brink of death one after another. Seeing that the house was about to collapse, Xilingmo's face was already ugly, and she could vaguely hear that there were still people inside!
"Come on..."

"Benefactor, don't be afraid, the monk will rescue you right away."

When Xilingmo heard this voice, his expression was slightly startled. This voice is...

That little monk!
How did he run in!

Seeing that the beams of the house were about to collapse, Xiling Mo's eyebrows were frowned into knots, and he turned away quickly and walked in the same direction!

As soon as she passed by, she saw the little monk with a gray face, scorched and curly robes, and a black face struggling to move the burning long beam, trying to rescue the people under it!Xilingmo could feel that the people below were almost out of breath!
Seeing that the fiery red beams were already cracking, the whole beams collapsed!Her complexion suddenly changed!

"Stand up!" She shouted in a low voice!
The little monk straightened up suddenly on conditioned reflex!
Before I could speak, my waist tightened!A huge force brought him flying straight back!The whole body is off the ground!

Xilingmo saw that the window was not far away!With a certain look, he threw out the silver thread in his hand!Throwing the shocked little monk out of the window violently!

"Boom!" The entire beam collapsed!

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The imperial palace, Fengyi Hall.

Bai Lan and Bai Yu stood respectfully on both sides of the curtain, paying attention to whether the empress and the son-in-law were in need from time to time.

Qi Qing was sitting on the brocade bench, embroidering a picture of a dragon on the bright yellow satin on the embroidery frame.

Feng Xie glanced at it from the corner of her eye, and was given to sit on the sidelines.

At this time, it has been a while since we talked, sandalwood is curling up from the triangular incense burner with two ears on the incense table in the hall.

Qi Qing didn't lift her head either. "I heard that the relationship between you and your father seems to be worse than before? Some reason?"

The color of Feng Xie's eyes remained unchanged, and her voice was flat, without much ups and downs. "Rumours from outsiders cannot be trusted."

"You know how to argue." Qi Qing was noncommittal, her red lips were slightly drawn, but she didn't smile much. "Prince Feng must have recovered his sanity now, I don't know when he will return to Fenghuan?"

Feng Xie didn't speak this time, her handsome facial features were full of ice color.

Qi Qing felt his mood change, but smiled lightly, raised her head and said to Bai Lan: "Bring me the letter that I put on the desk this morning."

Bai Lan bowed her knees in response, and backed out.

"Prince Feng is also in his twenties this year, but Ah Mo in this palace will only be sixteen in November. It is normal for the old monarch of Fenghuan to worry about the heirs of the crown prince." Qi Qing smiled softly, her soft smile But the bottom of the phoenix eyes was only frosty.

Feng Xie's slender finger bones were slightly blue.

Bai Lan took the letter, but Qi Qing didn't look up, Bai Lan understood and handed the letter to Feng Xie.

"Look, your father's letter to His Majesty is full of fatherly plans for you, and this palace is very moved." Qi Qing's tone seemed to reveal a smile, but there was not much warmth.

Feng Xie's complexion was not good-looking, he only glanced at it, and there was a cold color at the end of his slender eyes.

He couldn't imagine how Ah Mo would think of him if he read this letter!

(End of this chapter)