Feng Qingchen has always been a stubborn and strong-willed woman. Although her temper has softened a lot these years with Uncle Nine Emperors, it does not mean that she has changed from an independent and self-reliant woman to one who can only rely on Uncle Nine Emperors.
And the woman who lives.
Faced with the arrogant behavior of Uncle Nine Emperors, Feng Qingchen did not obey but fought back. Since Uncle Nine Emperors didn't care about her coming back, she didn't care about seeing him either, let alone complaining to him.
After Feng Qingchen kicked the servant away, he turned around and walked out. He grabbed a servant girl on the way and asked her to lead him to the backyard. She wanted to wash up and change clothes.
"Girl, please." Anyone who can work under Uncle Nine Emperors is definitely not a fool. Seeing Feng Qingchen's murderous intent, how could this servant girl dare to get into Feng Qingchen's troubles, so she led Feng Qingchen's way with a low eyebrow.
On the way, he met Zhan Yan who had received the news and hurried over. When he saw that Feng Qingchen was safe and sound, Zhan Yan cried and laughed, and kept talking about his worries and fears over the past month.
This is a normal reaction.
Feng Qingchen's face brightened a little, and he exchanged a few pleasantries with Zhanyan, telling her not to worry about him, and then said he was going to go wash up on the grounds of being tired.
"Go quickly. I'll find you again after you have rested. We have been really worried about you during this period. If you have any trouble, I will definitely not be able to forgive myself." At that time, it was Feng Qingchen who lured away the bandits.
Only then did he have a chance to survive. Zhan Yan was respectful and ashamed of Feng Qingchen.
They all knew that if a woman fell into the hands of gangsters, the fate would be worse than death. If it were her, she would never do it.
"I can't die because of the scourge that will last for thousands of years." Feng Qingchen said mockingly to himself.
Speaking of which, she was really lucky. She was able to survive in the hands of Nanling Jinfan. This was not an easy task.
"Nonsense, how can you be so good at causing trouble? Okay, I won't talk to you anymore. Go back and clean up. Uncle Nine Emperors must have a lot to say to you." Zhanyan blinked at Feng Qingchen, and said
The face is ambiguous.
"Yeah." Feng Qingchen showed a smile that only she could understand.
She didn't know whether Uncle Nine Emperors had anything to say to her. She only knew that Uncle Nine Emperors was assuming a condescending attitude, waiting for her to apologize.
And she doesn't think she is at fault, so...she will never bow her head.
Although Uncle Nine Emperors was very indifferent to Feng Qingchen's return, the people below did not dare to neglect Feng Qingchen. When Feng Qingchen said that he wanted to take a bath, someone immediately went to bring hot water.
Looking at the empty bath, Feng Qingchen somehow thought of Feng Mansion again. If she were in Feng Mansion at this moment, the servants in the mansion would not need her to say anything and would have prepared hot water early. No matter when she went back, there would be hot water.
Hot water can be used.
She missed home so much and wanted to go back. She regretted it...
If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have left Beijing. Even if I faced that child every day, even if I was uneasy, even if I tortured myself, it would still be better than here.
What was delivered to your door was indeed worthless.
Bang... Tears slipped out of the corners of his eyes. Feng Qingchen raised his hands to wipe away the tears, but he didn't want the tears to fall more fiercely. Feng Qingchen simply squatted down and cried happily.
Feng Qingchen has never learned to cry loudly, nor can she learn to cry like a pear blossom. Every time she cries, she looks ugly, her eyes and nose are red, and her face is covered with runny nose and tears, so she doesn't cry.
When others see her, she only cries for herself.
With her head buried between her legs, Feng Qingchen did not cry out. Only the twitching of her shoulders made people understand how sad and sad she was at this moment.
She knew that she was too critical, too negative, and thought the worst about Uncle Nine Emperors, but she couldn't control herself.
The indifference and aloofness of Uncle Nine Emperors shattered her full joy and expectations. The huge contrast made it impossible for her to accept it, let alone calm down.
She also wants to look at this matter rationally, but she is a woman...she also has an emotional side.
Feng Qingchen didn't dare to cry for too long. She didn't want the servants of the Ninth Prince's Palace to see her fragile and helpless side. After venting the frustration in her heart, Feng Qingchen stood up and wiped the tears and snot from her face.
clean.
When the servants brought water in, Feng Qingchen carried it on his back, leaving no one behind to serve him.
After all the servants left, Feng Qingchen took off her clothes, stepped into the tub, and sank into the water.
In fact, she didn't need to wash up. She had already taken a bath last night, and she just wanted to come to see the Nine Emperors Uncle refreshed today, but...
Gulu...Gulu.
Feng Qingchen blew bubbles in the water until she couldn't hold it in any longer, then she stood up from her heart, dragged her long wet hair, and walked out of the bath.
Feng Qingchen's back was exposed to the air without any obstruction. Her slender waist and slightly curved buttocks attracted people's imagination. Her long hair was draped behind her, blocking part of the spring scenery, but it could not block the ferocious scar on her back.
.
At first, Uncle Jiuhuang tried his best but could not remove the scar. Now... Uncle Jiuhuang seems to have forgotten that Feng Qingchen is still waiting for the snow lotus from Beiling to be used as medicine to remove the scar on his back.
It doesn't matter if we don't see each other, it's not a good thing for her to let her feelings cool down for a while. Too strong feelings will make her less like herself.
Picking up the clothes prepared by her servants, Feng Qingchen smiled silently, put them on slowly, then sat in front of the dressing table and wiped her long hair carefully.
Feng Qingchen's movements were very careful and slow. Half an hour later, her long hair was still wet. Feng Qingchen was not in a hurry and wiped her long hair slowly and politely in front of the mirror.
Her red and swollen eyes were slightly closed, no one knew what she was thinking...
Uncle Nine Emperors waited impatiently in the study and asked his servant to hurry him up. The servant reported that Feng Qingchen was still washing up.
Feng Qingchen was taking a bath, and the secret guards couldn't keep an eye on him. Uncle Nine Emperors had no idea what Feng Qingchen was feeling at this moment, so he could only suppress his eagerness and wait in the study...
Half an hour passed. Uncle Jiuhuang could comfort himself before, saying that Feng Qingchen wanted to dress up beautifully to see him, but now he did not dare to say that.
For an hour, Feng Qingchen didn't need so much time no matter how much she dressed up.
Uncle Nine Emperors sent his servants to ask again, and the news they received was that Miss Feng was tired and had rested.
"Sleeping? I have been waiting for you for so long, and you actually fell asleep?" Uncle Jiuhuang shouted angrily. He didn't care about teaching Feng Qingchen a lesson at the moment, and angrily walked towards the house where Feng Qingchen lived.
Walking down the courtyard, wherever you go...
It was freezing cold, leaves were flying down, and servants were avoiding the place.
Uncle Jiuhuang didn't understand what was going on with Feng Qingchen. He was so anxious to see him on the road, but why did he disappear after he came?
Was he too aggressive?
Uncle Jiuhuang would never admit it. He knew Feng Qingchen and was eager to see him, so he put up such a battle array to wait for Feng Qingchen. He thought Feng Qingchen would give in, but unexpectedly, things went beyond expectations.
Feng Qingchen seemed dissatisfied.
Uncle Jiuhuang felt a little uneasy and involuntarily took bigger steps...
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