Feng Qingchen and Jiuhuangshu can be an alliance, but Fengli clan and Jiuhuangshu can only cooperate temporarily, and will never be able to form a long-term alliance, nor can they form an alliance of interests like the Cui and Wang families.
The cooperation mentioned by Uncle Nine Emperors was just a tasteless statement. He knew that, let alone Feng Qingchen, who could not become the master of the Fengli clan now, even if he could become the master, the Fengli clan would not cooperate with him.
The Fengli clan is not loyal to anyone, they are only loyal to themselves, to the Lan people who sit in that position, to protect the Lan dynasty, the people of the world, and the interests of the clan.
"Who assassinated the emperor?" Feng Qingchen didn't want to talk about this with Uncle Nine Emperors, so he changed the subject. Uncle Nine Emperors knew it, picked up Feng Qingchen, and sat on the chair.
Go up and encircle Feng Qingchen in your arms.
"Ziluo." Uncle Nine Emperors had no intention of hiding this from Feng Qingchen.
"What did you do?" As far as Dongling Ziluo's current situation is concerned, it won't be possible if no one helps him.
"Yeah." You have to pay the price for the mistakes you make.
"You don't have to do this." Feng Qingchen curled up in Jiuhuangshu's arms and rubbed his head against Jiuhuangshu's body, just like a pet cat, with a sense of excitement all over his body.
A lazy breath.
Uncle Jiuhuang kissed the end of Feng Qingchen's hair: "If you kill a snake, you will be bitten. I cannot let him have a chance to resurrect."
"He is your nephew." Feng Qingchen sighed. Uncle Nine Emperors patted her back and comforted her: "I don't want his life."
"Patricide is a capital crime, and the emperor will not let him go." To her, Dongling Ziluo is just a stranger. Without love, there is no hatred. She is not begging for Dongling Ziluo, but she just doesn't want Uncle Nine Emperors to force him to do anything because of her.
Kill your own nephew.
"I have cleared him from the beginning to the end. I can trace him, but there is no substantial evidence." He couldn't be so kind and spent so much time setting up a trap and picking Ziluo clean.
"Haha~ I knew you had no good intentions." As long as Dongling Ziluo didn't die in the hands of Uncle Nine Emperors, Feng Qingchen felt at ease. "How do you plan to arrange for him?"
"After all, he is my nephew, so it won't make him unable to live. King Jiangnan is in Jiangnan, and the two brothers have not dealt with him since they were young. Jiangnan is definitely not allowed to go. I am not at ease in other places. Instead of trusting him,
It’s better to stop him from getting back on his feet if he learns well.”
"Then where are you going to send him?" She had always known that Uncle Nine Emperors was ruthless and could kill his own brothers. It was not easy to let Dongling Ziluo survive.
"Xuanyi Valley, he went in that place and couldn't get out easily. After more than ten years, no matter how much energy he has, it should be smoothed out." The Nine Emperors Uncle sighed silently, looking at the roof with his dark eyes, and he didn't know.
Know what he is thinking.
Feng Qingchen knew that Uncle Jiuhuang was in a bad mood, so he didn't say much. He just lay in Uncle Jiuhuang's arms obediently, thinking...
Will she also have to face her relatives killing each other in the future? Will she be able to do it then?
She can definitely do it. If she doesn't get along with her clan members, she will naturally have no feelings. Thinking about it this way, Feng Qingchen can understand why the Fengli clan members reject her.
Appropriate display of weakness can help enhance each other's feelings. Uncle Jiuhuang showed his fragile and lonely side to Feng Qingchen without any reservation. Of course, it was not just a natural expression of emotion, but also to gain sympathy.
Then……
Have a smooth stay.
After returning from Jiangnan, the two of them were noisy and had cold wars from time to time. After this night, their relationship was considered to be warming up.
As expected, you still have to do things like love.
"Qingchen..." When his love became stronger, Uncle Jiuhuang couldn't help but call out Feng Qingchen's name.
"Well, don't come again, I'm tired." Feng Qingchen responded and weakly pushed the person on him away: "You're dead."
"It's not yet dawn." Uncle Nine Emperor's voice was stained with lust, and was particularly deep and hoarse. Feng Qingchen could not help but tremble slightly when he heard it.
Even the voice is so charming, God is really unfair.
"Look, you want it too." Uncle Jiuhuang lowered his head, kissed Feng Qingchen's lips, swallowed all Feng Qingchen's rejections, and once again pressed Feng Qingchen under him, there was a gap between the two.
Not a single gap...
The next day, when Feng Qingchen woke up, she found that Uncle Nine Emperors was still beside her. She rubbed her eyes and asked sleepily: "Why are you still here and why haven't you left yet..."
"My king will not come to court today." He is an adulterer. He should leave as soon as he is done, and he will not be seen by anyone.
"Why don't you go back to your Ninth Prince's Mansion if you don't go to court early? Why are you staying here?" Feng Qingchen yawned and was about to stand up, but was suppressed by the Nine Emperors Uncle again.
"I'm not going out today." After saying that, he was about to kiss Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen pushed him away: "Don't mess around early in the morning. If you don't go out, I will go out. I made an appointment with someone.
, let’s talk about business.”
Feng Qingchen yawned repeatedly and her eyelids trembled, but she forced herself to stay awake. She really had something to do today.
"Okay, I won't delay your business, let's hurry up." It's easy for men to lose their temper early in the morning, and Feng Qingchen is by his side. Uncle Nine Emperors doesn't want to wrong himself.
"My waist is about to break. Get up." Feng Qingchen was really annoyed. This man thought she was made of iron.
"I will rub it for you." His big hands slid along the underwear to his waist, and pressed it gently. Feng Qingchen couldn't help but let out a cry, but...
The man who had already reacted directly pressed against her lower body.
"Qingchen, it was you who seduced this king."
"Shameless..." Feng Qingchen couldn't help but curse, but her body's instinctive reaction left her unable to resist.
"If you keep using it like this, be careful of the iron pestle grinding into an embroidery needle." Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth, holding back the waves of pleasure that became higher and higher.
Jiuhuangshu buried his head in work and said nothing. He would use facts to prove that it is not that easy to grind an iron pestle into an embroidery needle. It would not matter if he really wanted to grind an iron pestle into an embroidery needle. Anyway, he enjoyed the process of grinding...
Being teased by Uncle Nine Emperors, Feng Qingchen decided to get up late. She originally made an appointment in the morning, but now she had to change it to the afternoon.
The two parties made an appointment to meet in the glass greenhouse of an inn. This place was very safe for the two parties meeting for the first time.
When Feng Qingchen arrived, the other party was already waiting for him. When he saw the man dressed as a grassland nomad, Feng Qingchen took the initiative to call out: "Chief Muzhachi, I'm late."
"Miss Feng." Mu Zhachi was a big man about forty years old. When he saw Feng Qingchen, he stood up quickly and saluted Feng Qingchen respectfully.
Before he came, the person on the line told him that if he wanted to prevent his tribe from starving to death in the winter, it would depend on whether Miss Feng was willing.
"Chief Muzhachi, please sit down." Feng Qingchen accepted the greeting calmly, and after gesturing for the other party to sit down, he asked directly: "You should know why I came to you. I want to know how many cattle and sheep there are in your clan.
Sell?"
"Miss Feng, before I come here, I have counted the cattle and sheep in the clan that can be sold. Among them, there are 3,000 cattle and 10,000 sheep for sale. If you want to buy it, Miss Feng, we don't need any money. You only need to give us grain and salt."
That's all." Mu Zhachi was very excited, and his face, blackened by the wind and sand, was now red...
Feng Qingchen was also very excited when he heard this number...