At some point, Feng Qingyin found a broken piece of a porcelain bowl in her hand.
She knew that she was no match for Feng Jiu'er, so her eyes were fixed on Feng Jiu'er's stunning face.
The person Feng Qingyin hated the most in her life was none other than Feng Jiuer.
She herself was already in ruins, so how could she allow Feng Jiuer to stand in front of her intact?
Feng Jiuer's guess was right. What happened to Feng Qingyin was all her fault.
When she was in glory, the more people she offended, the more sin she had to suffer when she was in trouble.
During the days she was imprisoned, people came to visit her almost every day. Over time, her vigor gradually diminished without a trace.
Feng Jiuer looked at the crazy woman rushing toward her, with no fear on her face.
When the fragment in Feng Qingyin's hand came to her door, she waved her hand casually.
Another scream sounded in the cell.
Feng Qingyin, who fell on the hay again, screamed and took away the hand covering her face.
Looking at the blood in her palms, her eyes widened and she screamed: "My face, ah! My face, my face is ruined, my face is ruined."
"Feng Jiu'er, if you dare to ruin my face, I can't spare you! I can't spare you!"
Let alone murder, Feng Qingyin doesn't even have the strength to get up now.
Feng Jiuer lowered his eyes and squatted down beside her.
"I have hundreds of ways to make your face scar-free. Do you want to try it?"
Feng Qingyin met Feng Jiu'er's gaze and nodded sharply: "Yes, I want it, I don't want a scar, my face can't be ruined."
"Feng Jiu'er."
Feng Qingyin reluctantly sat up and grabbed Feng Jiuer's sleeves, "Just think of me as begging you, please save my face."
"I don't want to be ugly, I don't want it!"
Feng Jiuer stretched out her hand and pinched Feng Qingyin's wrist, then threw her hand away with a look of disgust.
She curled her lips slightly and said in a deep voice: "I am a miracle doctor, there is nothing I can't do."
"But, I have a condition. If you don't agree, I won't help you treat your face."
"I promise, as long as you help me restore my appearance, no matter what the conditions are, I will answer."
Feng Qingyin kept covering her face, very anxious.
Feng Jiuer said she was a miracle doctor, but Feng Qingyin didn't doubt it at all.
Some things have long been true, but she just doesn't want to admit them.
Feng Jiuer looked at the woman again and stood up.
This woman is really a lunatic. She wants to restore her appearance even when she is about to die.
She cares about appearance so much, but she wants to ruin other people's faces again and again. Isn't Feng Qingyin a lunatic? What is she?
"very good."
Feng Jiuer took out a bottle of ointment from her waist and waved it in front of Feng Qingyin, "This bottle of ointment is specially designed to treat facial injuries."
"Give it to me, quickly! Give it to me."
Feng Qingyin stood up and threw herself at Feng Jiu'er as if she was trying her best.
Feng Jiuer turned to one side, she was knocked out of the air and fell to the ground again.
"Give me the medicine. I will do whatever you want me to do. Give me the medicine quickly!"
Feng Qingyin fell to the ground and looked back at Feng Jiuer.
Feng Jiuer glanced at the people on the ground and asked in a deep voice: "What happened to the fire in my yard at that time?
How did my nurse die?"
"Did you set the fire?
Is that the person you killed?
Tell me everything you know, and I will definitely keep the medicine."
"It's not me, I said it's not me!"
Feng Qingyin climbed up to Feng Jiuer and hugged her legs.
"Jiu'er, it's my fault. Give me the medicine. I am the most beautiful woman in the imperial city. I can't ruin my face. Jiu'er, please give me the medicine quickly. I know I was wrong."
Feng Jiuer looked down at the people on the ground, her voice a little deeper.
"It's really not you?
How much do you know about this matter?"
"I have no idea."
Feng Qingyin pulled Feng Jiuer's clothes hard, "Give me the medicine quickly, I really don't know anything."
"If I tell a lie, my face will not get better, okay?
Quick! Feng Jiu'er, please give me medicine quickly, so I don't want to become ugly."
"I am the queen, the queen of the world. My face cannot be ruined! Feng Jiu'er, please give me the medicine quickly!"
Feng Jiuer frowned slightly and looked at Feng Qingyin for a moment.
Even when Feng Qingyin got up and took the ointment from her hand, she still didn't react.
Feng Qingyin held the ointment in her hand, as if she was holding some treasure.
She moved her body back, sat on the hay, unscrewed the ointment, and kept applying it to her face.
At this moment, her face and hands were stained with blood, and she looked a bit ferocious.
But she didn't care about anything and just applied ointment on her face.
Every time Feng Qingyin applied ointment to her face, a little laughter would escape her lips.
At this moment, she looked a bit like a madman, and because of this, Feng Jiuer chose to believe her words.
Feng Jiuer once suspected that Feng Qingyin did not have this ability. Now, she was even more sure that Feng Qingyin was not responsible for the incident.
The wet nurse was my mother's former lieutenant, and she remained anonymous for so many years just to protect her.
Could it be said that the person who killed the wet nurse was also Zhan Liyue?
Feng Jiuer raised her eyes and glanced at the moonlight shining through the window, then looked down at Feng Qingyin.
Feng Qingyin was still applying ointment to her face, and she would smile silly from time to time.
Feng Jiuer just glanced at it and then looked away.
She had no time to pity this kind of woman, so she took out her own miniature bow and arrow, shot an arrow at the wooden stake next to the window, turned around, and disappeared into the cell.
Leaving the palace, Feng Jiuer went straight to Feng's house.
Feng Yandong followed her all the way, but he was like an invisible man. As long as Feng Jiuer didn't need him, he wouldn't show his face.
Fengjia, Qinglan Garden.
Returning to this place again, Feng Jiuer felt a lot.
The courtyard is still the same courtyard, but everything has changed.
There isn't even a guard in this place, and you can tell it's an abandoned courtyard at first glance.
After knowing the truth of many facts, Feng Jiuer will no longer comment on Feng Junzhuo's character.
No matter what, he was not her biological father, but at least he gave her a place to stay.
She had done everything she could, and she was powerless as to what decision the emperor wanted to make.
Feng Jiu'er, who fell in the courtyard, was stunned for a moment before moving forward.
Being deserted also has its advantages. At least, it is convenient for her to come in and do things.
After passing through the overgrown yard, Feng Jiuer opened the door of the wing. With the help of the moonlight that came through, she looked around for a while and breathed a sigh of relief.
It seemed that this place was no different from when she left.
Feng Jiuer stepped in and closed the door.
Not only the outside, but also the situation inside is still the same as when I left.
Feng Jiuer walked to the cabinet next to the bed with ease, bent her knees, and knelt down.
She gently opened the door of the cabinet and took out a small box.
A small box, the only box left to her by a wet nurse.
