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1071 Training, one thing falls to one thing

In the end, Feng Qingchen obeyed Uncle Jiuhuang's words and stayed in Jiuwang Mansion for one night and returned to Feng Mansion tomorrow.

She must keep up her energy. Only in this way can she have the strength to deal with that little devil. Otherwise, sooner or later, she will follow in the footsteps of the doctors before her and die or go crazy.

When a man and a woman sleep in the same bed, it is inevitable that they will have to do something. However, concerned about Feng Qingchen's energy at this time, Uncle Jiuhuang hugged Feng Qingchen and rolled the sheets once before letting her go.

After exercising, she slept more soundly. Feng Qingchen had a good night's sleep. When she woke up, she was in good spirits and in a great mood. She swept away yesterday's depression, her whole face was radiant, and the old housekeeper smiled more kindly.

Young people should spend more time together, so that they can have a good relationship. Seeing Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen come out at the same time, the old housekeeper immediately ordered his servants to serve breakfast.

Today's breakfast was much richer than usual, and the most eye-catching thing was the bowl of red deer blood. The Ninth Prince glanced at the old butler, who narrowed his eyes and smiled with a proud look on his face.

The Nine Emperors Uncle looked away angrily, and directly regarded the old housekeeper as a deer blood, and did not look at him again.

Feng Qingchen secretly sighed that his master was sincere these days. They had rolled the sheets several times last night, and the old housekeeper knew about it. It really left people speechless to the extreme.

After breakfast, Uncle Jiuhuang and Feng Qingchen went out together. Feng Qingchen thought that Uncle Jiuhuang was sending her out, so she didn't ask any more questions. It could be seen that Uncle Jiuhuang got into the carriage with her and said in surprise: "You want to

Shall I come with Feng Mansion?"

"Yeah." Uncle Nine Emperors got on the carriage and expressed it with practical actions.

"Aren't you very busy?" Someone was supporting her. Although Feng Qingchen was happy, she was even more worried that Uncle Nine Emperors would delay his business because of her.

"No matter how busy he is, he can't miss this moment." Knowing that Feng Qingchen was being tortured in Feng Mansion, how could he look at him coldly? When he was about to meet the young master Zhezhe, a six-year-old child, it had to be said that it attracted him

interested.

"Yeah, yeah." Feng Qingchen nodded repeatedly, extremely moved.

A true warrior dares to face challenges, and Uncle Nine Emperors is a true warrior.

With Uncle Nine Emperors accompanying her, Feng Qingchen was in a much better mood. Not to mention what she did to Zhezhe, at least someone was emboldened and she would not panic when she walked into Feng Mansion.

She didn't know if Feng Qingchen was being careless or something else happened, but she felt that ever since Zhezhe and his party moved into Feng Mansion, the two vermilion doors had a cold aura.

Feng Qingchen couldn't help but shudder.

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?" Uncle Nine Emperors asked with concern.

"It's okay." Feng Qingchen said quickly.

She couldn't tell Uncle Nine Emperors that she was frightened by her own family, that would be too embarrassing.

"If nothing happens, then come in."

Uncle Nine Emperors walked in front, guarding Feng Qingchen behind him. As for his personal bodyguards, Uncle Nine Emperors did not bring any of them. He did not need anyone to encourage him. No matter how cruel the child was, he was still only a six-year-old child.

It was only the end of spring, but there was an air of depression in Feng Mansion. Although there was no bloody air, it still gave people a cold feeling. Even Uncle Nine Emperors had to admire Zhezhe's methods.

The demon sect is indeed different. It has the power to change the environment at a young age. No matter where it is, it can turn that place into another demon sect.

Uncle Jiuhuang didn't see a single person for a long time after he came in. The house was shockingly clean. Uncle Jiuhuang raised his eyebrows and asked Feng Qingchen with his eyes. Feng Qingchen shook his head, indicating that he didn't know.

I guess Young Master Zhezhe was in a good or bad mood today, so... there wasn't any bloodshed.

"Find the person." Uncle Nine Emperors walked to the flower hall and saw no one, so he ordered casually.

"Yes." Someone responded from an unknown direction, and then his breath floated, as if something unclean was floating from behind. Feng Qingchen touched his arm, indicating that he had been really timid recently.

"Let's go in and wait." After entering the mansion, Uncle Nine Emperors was not so particular. He took Feng Qingchen's hand and walked inside.

There are no servants in Feng Mansion, so don't expect hot tea or snacks. Even if there are Feng Qingchen and Uncle Nine Emperors, they won't drink it. Who knows what Zhezhe will put in it.

The two of them didn't wait long. A young child wearing bright red brocade clothes, with a delicate face, innocent eyes, and a gold collar hanging around his neck walked in with short legs. Behind him were two rows of guards. At a glance, there were at least three.

There were as many as forty people.

"Young Master Zhezhe." Feng Qingchen stood up and said hello expressionlessly.

"Hello, Doctor Feng." Zhezhe saluted Feng Qingchen with a bright smile on his face.

Feng Qingchen tugged her lips lightly and showed a stiff smile. She felt her scalp go numb when she saw Zhezhe's smile.

Thinking of the smile on Zhezhe's face when they first met, Feng Qingchen secretly sighed in her heart that such a cute and polite child had a hidden disease. It was really unfair from God, but she didn't expect that this child was just wearing

Demon in angelic attire.

After Zhezhe and Feng Qingchen said hello, they looked at Uncle Nine Emperors. His innocent little face was slightly raised, his beautiful eyes were filled with mist, and he looked puzzled: "Doctor Feng, who is this uncle?"

?”

Look at what a sweet little mouth, who would have thought that such a cute child could be so cruel.

"My surname is Dongling, ranking ninth. You can call me Jiuhuangshu or Ninth Prince. As for uncle, you don't need to call me uncle. I can't afford it." Don't say that Jiuhuangshu knows Zhezhe's "true face", even if he doesn't.

, Uncle Nine Emperors will not have a crush on the other person just because he is a beautiful, well-behaved child.

"Hello, Uncle Nine Emperors." Zhezhe bowed his hands and saluted Uncle Nine Emperors, showing his obedience and courtesy.

In fact, if Zhezhe doesn't get sick, he is indeed a good boy, like this time.

"Sit down." Uncle Nine Emperors glanced at the guards behind Zhezhe and said calmly: "Come out. With me, your young master will be fine."

Although the tone was calm, it conveyed a majesty that could not be rejected. The guards looked at each other with embarrassment.

"Don't let me say it a third time, get out." This time, the Nine Emperors Uncle was even more rude. The guards looked uneasy. They didn't dare to leave Zhezhe, but they didn't dare to offend the Nine Emperors Uncle.

Before coming to the Imperial City, they had understood the distribution of power in Dongling. The leader also reminded them that anyone could be offended in Dongling, except the Nine Emperors Uncle.

Of course, if things get to the point where they have to become enemies, the Demon Cult will not be cowardly. At worst, the fish will die and the net will be broken. There is no one in the Demon Cult who is afraid of death.

Although Zhezhe was only six years old, he acted in a very orderly manner and was stronger than the average adult. When he saw Uncle Nine Emperors looking worried, he immediately asked the guards to leave.

In the flower hall, there were only Jiuhuangshu, Feng Qingchen and Zhezhe. Feng Qingchen lowered his head and pretended that he did not exist.

There was no way, the two men, one older and one younger, faced each other the moment the guards left.

This is the first time Feng Qingchen has seen that, except for Wang Jinling, someone can confront Uncle Nine Emperors for so long without retreating. If Zhezhe is a little pervert, then Uncle Nine Emperors is a big pervert. This is a big one

If two perverts meet, nothing good will happen...

Message from the giver: Deer blood... The old housekeeper is doubting the "ability" of Uncle Nine Emperors, hahaha...

I haven’t written about a small theater for a long time, so I’ll write one: (It means that the small theater is free and is not included in the number of charged words. You don’t have to like it, but you can’t despise me. The small theater is purely for fun.

Secret Guard 1: The prince really can’t satisfy Miss Feng, he only wants water once.

Secret Guard 2: Nod. It was done at least three times before. Is the prince sick?

Secret Guard 1: Miss Feng is the doctor. If the prince is sick, Miss Feng will definitely know that it is possible that his body is weak, and the prince will probably need to make up for it.

Dark Guard 2: Make up? How to make up?

Dark Guard 1: The form complements the form. Tiger whip or something should be very effective. I think the emperor often takes it.

Dark Guard 2: Uh... would the prince eat that kind of thing?

Dark Guard 1: Definitely not.

Dark Guard 2: Then don’t tell me.

Secret Guard 1: It’s not illegal to talk.

The old butler looked melancholy. How could he find anything to replenish Uncle Nine Emperors' health in the middle of the night?

()p( )


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