Looking at the whole thing, it doesn’t take much thinking to know that the one who gained the most was the Nine Emperors Uncle, but...
Feng Qingchen refused without thinking: "Impossible. Prince Chun is the nephew of Uncle Nine Emperors, and Uncle Nine Emperors will never attack him."
If Uncle Nine Emperors were really so cold-blooded, he would not have tolerated the prince again and again. The prince had provoked Uncle Nine Emperors' bottom line several times. If it had been another person, grass would have grown on his grave.
But because that person was the prince and someone related to him by blood, Uncle Nine Emperors kept giving him opportunities.
If Uncle Nine Emperors wants to take King Chun's life, he can kill him in the imperial city. Why go to all the trouble to send King Chun away from this wrong place.
"Nephew?" King Luo said disapprovingly: "Feng Qingchen, you think too highly of the Nine Emperors Uncle. Not to mention your nephew, even if your biological father blocks the Nine Emperors Uncle's way, the Nine Emperors Uncle can also kill. In the Nine Emperors Uncle's eyes
When did we have nephews? King Chun is the nephew of Uncle Nine Emperors, and I am also his nephew, but how did he treat us nephews?"
"I believe Uncle Nine Emperors, he will not do such a thing. King Chun's death has nothing to do with him." Knowing that this would anger King Luo, Feng Qingchen still firmly spoke for Uncle Nine Emperors.
When King Chun died, the Nine Emperors Uncles were not in the imperial city. What happened next was that they saw the opportunity and launched an attack on King Luo and Zhou Wang, which had nothing to do with the Nine Emperors Uncles.
"It's irrelevant? Since you believe in Uncle Nine Emperors so much, how about we make a bet?" King Luo curled his lips and smiled, looking extremely evil under the dim and unclear light.
Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. She had a bad feeling that King Luo's target today was her, alive.
She can no longer be held hostage by King Luo!
Feng Qingchen didn't even think about it. He raised his knife and stabbed Dongling Ziluo, but...
King Luo was one step faster than Feng Qingchen. When Feng Qingchen started to move, he stood up quickly and raised his hand to knock the dagger from Feng Qingchen's hand.
With a snap, the dagger fell to the ground.
King Luo didn't give Feng Qingchen time to react. He jumped up behind Feng Qingchen like lightning, pinched her wrist, and clasped her behind Feng Qingchen's back.
The whole movement was completed in one go, but in just a moment, Feng Qingchen fell into the hands of King Luo. It can be seen that King Luo learned well after suffering a loss at Feng Qingchen's hands.
Capturing Feng Qingchen so smoothly made King Luo feel good about Qingchen. King Luo leaned in Feng Qingchen's ear and whispered: "Qingchen, what will happen if I break your hand now? There is no such thing
If you can't take care of Uncle Nine Emperors' worries with your hands, will he still want you?"
The hot air sprayed out from his breath fell on Feng Qingchen's neck, making Feng Qingchen feel extremely uncomfortable. A slight movement only caused King Luo to harass her even more, so Feng Qingchen bit her lip and remained motionless.
Even when King Luo's right hand was placed across her waist, Feng Qingchen just stiffened and then stopped paying attention.
In the face of absolute force, all her little thoughts are just paper tigers. She is no match for King Luo. Let alone falling into King Luo's hands now, even if she fights alone, she cannot defeat King Luo.
King Luo is now risking his life. She is moved by emotion and politely in front of King Luo. It is useless. Instead of wasting her energy, it is better to wait and see how things develop. As long as she doesn't die, there will be a turn for the better.
"Haha~ You really know practical things and are so smart that people want to keep them forever." King Luo was very satisfied with Feng Qingchen's docility and took Feng Qingchen's earlobe in his mouth. Feng Qingchen's body trembled, and a trace of shame and anger flashed in his eyes.
It's a pity that King Luo couldn't see it.
King Luo gently bit Feng Qingchen's earlobe and slid his tongue across Feng Qingchen's neck: "Tell me, if Uncle Nine Emperors knew you were in my hands, would he come to save you?"
King Luo didn't need Feng Qingchen to answer at all. He asked and answered himself: "I bet he won't come."
"Now that King Luo knows, what are you talking about?" Feng Qingchen turned away in disgust. Although she was not as mysophobic as Uncle Nine Emperors, she did not like King Luo's intimate behavior.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are so pitiful. You have sacrificed so much for Uncle Nine Emperors, but in the end he still abandons you like nothing." King Luo put his arm around Feng Qingchen's waist with one hand, and pinched Feng Qingchen's hand with the other, holding Feng Qingchen tightly.
Firmly fixed in his arms, it looked like Feng Qingchen was leaning on King Luo's arms, with no gap between the two.
King Luo pushed Feng Qingchen out: "Even though I know that Uncle Nine Emperors won't come, I still want to take you away."
Before going out, King Luo deliberately put on the black hat behind him, and the whole person was plunged into darkness. With the cover of the night, no one could see who he was.
"Why bother? Wouldn't it be better to kill me directly?" Feng Qingchen staggered a step and walked out. King Luo's thoughts became more and more profound. She really couldn't guess.
"Kill you? If you are going to die, what can I use as a bargaining chip to negotiate with the eldest son and let him make me the emperor?" A trace of pride flashed through King Luo's deep eyes.
He, Dongling Ziluo, wants both the country and the beauty!
It turned out that King Luo had this idea, and it seemed that her life was not in danger for the time being. Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief, followed King Luo's pace, and walked out obediently.
King Luo took Feng Qingchen and walked out carelessly, quickly attracting the attention of the guards. But when they rushed over, Feng Qingchen was already in King Luo's hands, and the guards did not dare to move at all.
"Qingchen..." King Luo's voice was like a whisper. Feng Qingchen's hair stood up when he heard it. Before he could say anything more, Feng Qingchen said: "You all stand down and don't worry about me."
"Miss." The nurse hesitated, neither daring to step forward nor to step back.
"Step back, nothing will happen to me." Feng Qingchen repeated. The guards looked at each other, and finally took a step back.
"The servants in your house have been trained very well. When I succeed to the throne, I will train and teach you well." The first training was nothing, but the latter training is meaningful.
Feng Qingchen endured the cold and continued to walk out, thinking about how to escape from King Luo's clutches. Unfortunately, King Luo had made sufficient preparations tonight, and it would not be easy for Feng Qingchen to escape.
Everything was arranged properly. As soon as King Luo and Feng Qingchen left Feng Mansion, a carriage drove over from the dark place. It stopped briefly in front of King Luo, and King Luo jumped on the carriage with Feng Qingchen in his arms.
"Drive!" Before King Luo could sit firmly, the carriage rushed forward quickly.
As soon as King Luo got on the carriage, a group of men in black rushed out from the corner of the street and stopped the guards of Feng Mansion. The guards of Feng Mansion could only watch the carriage drive away.
As a kidnapped meat ticket, Feng Qingchen had no human rights. As soon as King Luo got on the carriage, he held Feng Qingchen in his arms like a puppy.
Feng Qingchen was lying on King Luo's lap, with his legs bent, his left hand was twisted behind his back, and his right hand was pressed under him. This position was very awkward. After lying down for a long time, his limbs were absolutely stiff. In addition, the carriage was bumpy all the way. Feng Qingchen
Chen felt even more confused.
Feng Qingchen secretly bit the tip of her tongue to stay awake and wait for the opportunity.
The carriage moved forward and soon drove out of the city. Once outside the city, the road became even bumpier. Feng Qingchen felt extremely uncomfortable in his stomach. King Luo seemed to feel Feng Qingchen's weakness and relaxed his vigilance a little.
Feng Qingchen's eyes suddenly lit up. She knew that the opportunity was coming soon. While King Luo was closing her eyes to relax, Feng Qingchen took advantage of the bumps of the carriage to pull out a little bit of her right hand and quietly turned it upwards.
At some point, a small scalpel appeared in Feng Qingchen's right hand, but Feng Qingchen's right hand was always pressed under her body, so King Luo couldn't see it at all...