Meng Feiyang knelt in front of the hall for so long, until the Queen Mother came to announce Meng Yimian and asked Hongqing to serve her, so she had the opportunity to say a few words to her.

Murong Qiqi actually caused her, who was a princess, to suffer such grievances. In the eyes of the Queen Mother, is Murong Qiqi really more important than her?

No matter what, she has been with the Queen Mother for so many years. Even though she is not very good-natured, she has always regarded her as her biological mother and has been doing her best to do things for her. Why is such a self that is not as good as a Murong Qiqi who has come from outside for a short time?

Meng Shiyue didn't care about her thoughts, and calmed down for a moment before saying again: "How severe is the kick you hurt her? As for why she can't even walk on the road?"

Meng Feiyang really didn't dare to hide it at this time and replied softly: "Auntie...Auntie has used 100% of his skills, but I'm afraid that Murong Qiqi's leg bone will indeed be kicked off by Auntie."

The grinding in Hongqing's hand shook, and a little bit of ink splashed onto the jade table, causing the clean and flawless jade table to add a little stain.

Meng Shiyue's eyes swept over the stain, and suddenly raised her eyebrows and looked at Hongqing who was wiping the stain with her sleeves: "What's your relationship with Murong Qiqi? Why do you feel panic when she is injured? Do you care about her?"

"I dare not." Hongqing lowered his eyebrows and wiped the stain away before he met her gaze and said indifferently: "I just know that Miss Murong will be a talent. If she is left by His Majesty, her husbands will definitely be His Majesty's great help. Therefore, after hearing that Miss Murong's leg bone was kicked off, I felt a little uneasy. I have to cultivate for a hundred days if I have to repair it for a hundred days, let alone a broken bone? It's not easy to raise it."

"Isn't there a Mr. Mu beside her who has outstanding medical skills?" Meng Shiyue looked at him calmly, with a layer of luster that is unseen in her deep eyes.

Hongqing did not dare to guess her thoughts casually, but just nodded and said truthfully: "Mr. Mu's medical skills are indeed great. I have been walking outside for so many years. Among the doctors I have met, his medical skills must be the most outstanding. However, after all, it is broken bones. Even if they can be cured, it will probably affect their future actions."

While his words made Meng Feiyang happy, he was also a little uneasy. He ruined Murong Qiqi. The resentment in her heart finally came out, but if Murong Qiqi was indeed destroyed from now on, she would have to face the accusation of the Queen Mother.

Who knows how important Murong Qiqi is in the heart of the Queen Mother? What should I do if the Queen Mother even punishes her to break her leg to make the matter even?

While Meng Feiyang was thinking about it, Meng Shiyue said, "Do you know how much I attach to Murong Qiqi recently, why did she hurt her so seriously? What if it can't be cured? Are you not afraid that the Queen Mother will punish you?"

Meng Feiyang lowered his head even harder, and the anxiety in his voice became stronger: "My son knows that he is wrong, please give me a punishment."

The more you beg for mercy in front of Meng Shiyue, the more you will make her feel that she is spineless, and the punishment will be heavier. After following her for so many years, she can finally figure out her mind.

Sure enough, Meng Shiyue's eyes were not as cold as before when she heard her words, but she smiled a little more: "Why do you hate her so much? Just because Prince Xiaoyao's reputation was ruined by her? You also like Ali very much, right? But Ali is indeed the brother of Lord Mengjun, and his seniority is higher than you. If I fulfill your fate, wouldn't it be a mess?"

When Meng Feiyang heard this, a little hope suddenly arose in his heart. Although the Queen Mother disagrees with her and Prince Xiaoyao every word, she says this now, which means there is still room for a turn.

Although she was happy, she didn't dare to show it on her face. She looked up at Meng Shiyue's gaze and said quietly: "I really like Prince Xiaoyao, I like it very much. I have always wanted Prince Xiaoyao to enter the princess's mansion so that I can feel pity for me in the future. But if the mother emperor is unhappy, I will give up this idea."

She leaned towards Meng Shiyue, looking gentle: "As long as it is the Queen Mother's intention, I will never object to you. I will never imagine Prince Xiaoyao anymore."

Meng Shiyue didn't say anything, and was silent for a while before waved her hand: "Get up, I should be tired after kneeling for so long. I'll take a break when I go back. As for the injury to Murong Qiqi, I will settle the score with you in the future."

"Thank you, Queen Mother." Meng Feiyang kowtowed to Meng Shiyue before slowly standing up. Her knees were so numb that they were not as good as hers, but fortunately she could still walk.

Seeing that her face was a little pale, Meng Shiyue glanced at Meng Yi Nian and said lightly: "Send your prince back."

"Yes, the Queen Mother." Meng Yi Nian stepped towards Meng Feiyang nearly half, held her arm, and whispered: "Sister, I offended you so much just now. Please don't be surprised by your elder sister. I'll send you back to the bedroom to rest."

Meng Feiyang just nodded, as if he had no intention of blaming her at all, and walked away slowly with her.

Until the person left, there were only Meng Shiyue and Hongqing left in the hall. Meng Shiyue closed the military book and placed it in a corner. She looked up at Hongqing beside her with a soft look: "I asked you to return to the palace today. Has Hongyu explained my meaning to you?"

Hongqing nodded without saying a word.

Meng Shiyue's hand landed on his arm, rubbed it gently, and his voice softer than usual: "What do you mean? If you don't want to follow your master, your master won't force you."

Hongqing trembled his long fingers and opened his mouth. He really had something to say, but in the end he just shook his head and said lightly: "Master's meaning, my disciple never disobeys. As long as my master is happy, my disciple is willing to stay in the palace to serve my master."

After being by her for so many years, how could she not know her temperament? Although she said this, as if she gave him the right to choose, Hongqing knew better than anyone else that he had no qualifications to choose at all.

If he is unwilling to stay, the master will definitely find out the reason why he doesn't want to stay. At that time, the people in the Murong Mansion may also be implicated, especially Xiao Yu'er, who has been taking care of him for these days. How could he let Miss Yu'er fall into trouble because of himself?

Anyway, his body has been so poisoned that he has been so decayed for so many years. If the master wants to do so, he will do whatever he wants. This is how his life is. When will there be extra sunshine?

In fact, I was determined to stay with my master a few days ago, and even blamed her for not caring about herself, but for some reason, I felt as if I was dead when I came back this time.

Even if the master keeps him by his side, she always has only Lord Mengjun in her heart, and she just wants a shadow.

What I had been pursuing in the past has now become a gloom in her heart, and even he didn't know what was wrong with him.

Seeing his eyes a little dim, Meng Shiyue's face slightly darkened and her voice became cold: "What? Haven't you always wanted to stay with your master? Now that your master asked you to stay in the palace, why do you look unhappy? Do you still have a girl you care about?"

"No." Hongqing's hand shook, and a few drops of ink splashed out. When he met her suspicion, he tightened his fingertips before he calmly said, "I just suddenly heard that Master wanted Hongqing, but he didn't adapt for a while. Maybe he could adapt soon. Please don't be surprised by Master."

Hongqing was indeed a little nervous and uneasy.

"Why are you worried about following me?" Meng Shiyue said lightly, touched his palm, raised his long fingers and threw down the grinding ink in his hand.

Holding his palm, she stood up and walked backwards: "You don't need to be nervous. Master knows that you have never had a good time with the girl. Tonight, Master will know that you will pity you."

But Hongqing's heart became colder and colder as he listened to her. He followed her with mechanical steps, feeling that the temperature in his body was constantly descent. When he went back with her this time, he was destined to die in the palace for the rest of his life.

Why did he suddenly become so disgusted with this palace and everything here? Is he really destined to be trapped here?

"Why are your palms so cold?" Meng Shiyue stopped, frowned, and looked at his clear pale face in peace. She said lightly: "Hongqing, if you really have a woman you like in your heart, you should tell your master, how can you break up a couple and win someone's love?"

Without waiting for his response, Meng Shiyue said again: "Is that woman Murong Qiqi? Have you lived in her mansion for a few days? Have you fallen in love with her deeply? If you really like her..."

"Master, my disciple doesn't like Miss Murong, and I don't have any thoughts about Miss Murong." Hongqing lowered his long and thick eyelashes, and there was no fluctuation in his tone in his words. "Master, don't guess randomly. What does my disciple have for the Master over the years? Master should understand."

"That night, Master asked you to be your senior brother's medicine, and you weren't angry?" Meng Shiyue asked again.

Hongqing shook his head, "If you can be good for Lord Mengjun, your disciple will naturally be willing."

"Silly kid, there is no need to do this in the future. If you enter Master's harem, you will be your master's member. From now on, Master will treat you like Mengjun, as long as... you are not indifferent and flirting with Qin and Chu."

After saying that, suddenly his palm tightened and he pressed his palm tightly. The force was so powerful that Hongqing almost couldn't suppress his blood.

Finally, Hongqing calmed down his disordered aura. He gasped for two seconds, raised his eyebrows and met her gaze, and his voice became a little cold: "The disciple will not be bothered. From now on, the disciple will stay in the palace and serve the master with all his heart. If the master really wants the disciple to stay, don't doubt the disciple's intention. If the master has doubts in his heart, why should the disciple stay and serve you?"
Chapter completed!