Suddenly, the Prime Minister's wife felt as if she had strength. No matter what Feng Huali became, the Prime Minister's wife would have a way out in the future only if she helped her daughter.

No matter how loving a couple is, they will grow old in the future, and the Prime Minister’s wife cannot guarantee that Feng Qiufuhui will be so kind to him throughout his life.

She would also be afraid. One day when her face was in its twilight years, Feng Qiufu would dislike herself and there would be other women around her.

"You mean, all the hardships you suffer are given to you by your father? But, he is your father, why did he hurt you like this?"

If Feng Huali knew about this, it would be great. The most critical question is that Feng Huali really doesn’t know what Feng Qiufu did to do these things that hurt his daughter.

Feng Huali could not sleep in such a late night, and suddenly she had a big brainstorm and couldn't help thinking about this problem deeper and deeper.

Could it be that he is not Feng Qiufu's biological daughter at all, so he, as a father, probably because he knew that he was not his biological daughter, so he worked hard to deal with his daughter.

If this is true, then the Prime Minister’s wife should be her own life experience.

However, Feng Huali did not see any guilty smell in the eyes of the Prime Minister's wife.

Therefore, Feng Huali can infer that his doubts should not be true.

If Feng Qiufu knew such an amazing thing, why would he keep himself as a bastard in the prime minister's mansion and just drive him away? It would be that nothing happened.

Or, just saying that you have malaria, letting yourself die is a good way to deal with it.

"Li'er, Li'er... why don't you talk?" The Prime Minister's wife looked at Feng Huali's stunned look, shook Feng Huali's arm gently, and asked softly.

Feng Huali blinked in panic, cleared his throat, and said to the Prime Minister's wife: "I don't know why Dad did these things, and I don't even have any evidence whether Dad did these things. Maybe I'm thinking too much, and these things have nothing to do with Dad!"

When Feng Huali said this, she could naturally think about the benefits and the benefits. She knew in her own heart that Feng Qiufu's father must have any necessary connection with this matter.

Moreover, this has nothing to do with Feng Shixiu and Feng Siliu. However, Feng Hualiu doesn’t know what kind of relationship is between Feng Shixiu and Feng Siliu.

The Prime Minister's wife smiled calmly, and she also had a half-believing and half-doubted attitude towards Feng Huali's words.

It’s not that the Prime Minister’s wife doesn’t believe in Feng Qiufu, but as a mother, she believes in her daughter and her judgment.

"Maybe! No matter what your father does, the mother is always on you. A woman's beauty lies in her virtue. Her beauty and ugly appearance are not that important." The Prime Minister's wife said to comfort Feng Huali and to relieve Feng Huali's pressure.

She was also afraid that her only daughter was sick and what would happen to her future life.

Feng Huali's hand stroked his face again, and he could feel the marks of the scars on his face.

It is impossible to say that Feng Huali does not care about these things about the face at all. However, Feng Huali does not care about the degree of mental illness.

What she focuses on is to find out who hurts herself, and then tell you not to die well. Feng Huali is not a weak Holy Mother. If she suffers, she can only hide and cry.

"Li'er knows the truths my mother said. Don't worry, Li'er's body is not seriously injured." Feng Huali said, then he leaned into the Prime Minister's wife's ear and whispered: "Actually, the night-going symptoms that just now were all Li'er's costume."

The Prime Minister's wife looked at Feng Huali in surprise and frowned between her eyebrows: "Pretty? That's fine, why do you want..."

"When Li'er talked to her father, she didn't control her emotions. She became more and more excited when she spoke. Only then did she fainted and ended the situation where she could not move forward or retreat."

After Feng Huali's explanation, the Prime Minister's wife understood. It seemed that her daughter still had some tricks, and this had already reached the point of Feng Qiufu's head.

The Prime Minister's wife then breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, all this was fake. As long as Feng Huali's body was nothing, it would be a good thing.

"It's so late, I'd better go back to my room! If my mother wants to know what happened to Yu Yuxuan, she will talk to her aunt early tomorrow morning, and maybe she will know something."

When Feng Huali was speaking, he did not forget to remind the Prime Minister's wife. The point in front of him was not Feng's request for recovery, but the mother and daughter of Shen Yu and Feng Wanyun who had always hated him.

The Prime Minister's wife and Feng Huali nodded and left Feng Huali's house.

When he got up early in the morning, Feng Huali's face was full of sleepiness. Yue Di walked into the room with medicine as usual: "Miss, it's time to take medicine."

Feng Huali glanced at the medicine in Yue Di's hand and stretched out his hand. His face was not very good. He pushed the medicine in Yue Di's hand with an unhappy face. He said with a little arrogant look: "I don't want to drink this medicine again, you can take it and pour it!"

Yue Di's little body trembled, her hands had already sprinkled the medicine all over the floor, and her face was a little embarrassed and said to Feng Huali: "Miss is not in good health, how can I not drink medicine? I will bring you a bowl of medicine to the lady now. When the lady's health is well, she will stop taking medicine."

A sneer flashed in Feng Huali's eyes. I'm afraid that if I don't drink this medicine, I will be cured faster!

Now that Feng Huali has the name of night-time travel disease. He originally only drank some "tonics" sent by Feng Qiufu. Now that he is cured, he still has to drink this night-time travel disease medicine.

"Originally, my body has been cured. If I hadn't been drinking the tonic from my father, how could my body be weak? I think this medicine is three parts poisonous. It seems that this medicine is not in line with my horoscope, which damages my body." In order to stop taking medicine, Feng Huali must make up his mind. He has a thick-skinned face and can make up all the reasons.

Yue Di stood aside and immediately called two maids to clean up the things on the ground. But he walked to Feng Huali's bed and patiently advised Feng Huali: "Why do you think so? The master is also for the good of the lady. How could the lady's night travel disease be caused by drinking medicine?"

Feng Huali coughed twice, glanced at the potted plants in the room, and then remembered the potted plants.

"I'm tired of seeing the potted plants in this house. Let's go and change them to some new ones today!"

Yue Di heard that Feng Huali did not say anything about not taking medicine, and her eyes rolled, and immediately said to Bian'er's maid: "Go and bring the lady a bowl of medicine."

Bian'er's maid nodded slightly and went out.
Chapter completed!