Winner or loser, no matter how dissatisfied or dissatisfied Su Wan is, no matter how good Su Wan's handwriting is, it will always be her, Feng Qingchen, who wins in the end.
Although the win was a bit tricky and not very fair, Feng Qingchen didn't care at all. Even if someone pointed at her and said that she won through connections, Feng Qingchen would just laugh it off.
Relationships also have a kind of ability. Besides what Mr. Yan said, anyone with a little bit of brains can understand that Su Wan lost not in words, but in the way she behaved.
Pin Gao wrote Yan Ya, but Su Wan's actions completely ruined her good calligraphy. Looking at the calligraphy again, I just felt that the craftsmanship was too heavy and there was no spiritual energy at all.
Not everyone loves Wujiwu, but most people hate Wujiwu, so Su Wan is unlucky.
The calligraphy competition is the shortest, but for Feng Qingchen, it is by no means easier than playing chess. Playing chess is mental work, but carving words on rice is really physical work. Not only does her eyes hurt, but her fingers are also sore. She really wants to go back and let Tong Jue and Tong
Yao massages her fingers. You know she will have a painting competition tomorrow, which will also hurt her fingers quite a bit.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen quickened her pace, but when she stepped faster, she found that the person beside her also quickened his steps, and kept walking side by side with her.
The two of them went out together, which would definitely cause a sensation. Xiling Tianlei just said that the Nine Emperors Uncle was showing favoritism. As soon as the competition was over, they went back together. Isn't this intentional to make people think too much? Feng Qingchen hesitated for a moment, stopped and said respectfully.
He saluted and said: "Uncle Nine Emperors, we are on different paths."
Well, Feng Qingchen admitted that she was trying to burn bridges, and Jiu Huangshu just helped her, so she kicked him away, but wasn't she doing this for Jiu Huangshu's sake?
Uncle Nine Emperors, a man of great beauty, aloof, not close to women, and a relegated immortal, why should he make exceptions again and again for her, an abandoned woman, and be with her, an abandoned woman, and lower his own taste and status in vain.
Feng Qingchen took a step back without leaving any trace, and opened the distance between herself and the Nine Emperors Uncle. You must know that there are crazy rumors outside that the competition between her and Su Wan is to compete for the Nine Emperors Uncle.
"I will send you back." Uncle Jiuhuang's eyes flashed with hurt. Ever since her competition with Su Wan began, Feng Qingchen had repeatedly kept the distance between them, as if she was afraid of getting involved with him.
Uncle Jiuhuang really didn't understand what Feng Qingchen meant. A woman's heart is really difficult to understand. Uncle Jiuhuang swore that he would never mess with any other woman except Feng Qingchen. One Feng Qingchen would soon annoy him.
dead.
"This is not good, I have a guard." Feng Qingchen looked embarrassed.
Uncle Nine Emperors, now is the competition period. Her every move is being watched by people, and even a small detail will be magnified by others. If she and Uncle Nine Emperors get too close, it will give people wrong hints. Nine Emperors
Even if I don't think about myself, I should think about her.
Woo hoo hoo... You know, every move she makes can affect the direction of the first gambling game in Dongling. She wants to go too far and moves too frequently. She is afraid that someone who cannot afford to lose will secretly do something against her.
Ahem... It didn't take long for Feng Qingchen to realize that his prophecy had come true. There really was a guy in this imperial city who couldn't afford to lose.
If it were normal times, Uncle Jiuhuang would definitely not force Feng Qingchen. He knew that Feng Qingchen was not a hypocritical person, but today he just wanted to keep her. Uncle Jiuhuang rolled his eyes and said seriously: "Change
medicine."
Um?
Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment, and then thought that it was indeed time to change the dressing of the injured soldier that night. She had been so busy recently that she had forgotten about it.
The health of Heaven and Earth is the greatest. Although Feng Qingchen was still a little worried about the impact of the two of them going in and out together, but thinking of the injuries of the seven soldiers, he still listened to the words of Uncle Nine Emperors: "Uncle Nine Emperors, you
I sent someone to pick up the medicine box from my house, we’ll go right away.”
Business matters are important, other things can be put aside.
"Well, take my king's carriage." Uncle Nine Emperors nodded with satisfaction, turned around and strode towards his special carriage. The process was not important, what was important was the result. The result was what he wanted, and that was enough.
After Feng Qingchen confessed a few words to the child behind him, she trotted to catch up with the Nine Emperors Uncle. Looking at the Nine Emperors Uncle's back, Feng Qingchen just wanted to say, why, why is she always chasing the Nine Emperors Uncle's back?
She is always chasing after the Nine Emperors Uncle. Is it possible that she was born to live after the Nine Emperors Uncle?
Jiuhuangshu chased her out, walking side by side, but if she chased Jiuhuangshu, she could only stay behind him. Feng Qingchen was dissatisfied because she couldn't think of any reason, or the reason she came up with, so Feng Qingchen attributed it to him.
As for the issue of status, Uncle Nine Emperors has a high status and is not used to walking behind others.
During the competition, there was a large flow of people, and the road leading to the Royal Academy was closed to horse-drawn carriages, except of course for the Nine Emperors Uncle.
After getting on the carriage, Uncle Nine Emperors sat on the left as usual, leaving the seat on the right for Feng Qingchen. Water and snacks were prepared in the carriage. At a glance, it was clear that they were prepared for Feng Qingchen, because Uncle Nine Emperors only
Drink tea.
"Thank you, Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Qingchen was not polite. She was indeed hungry and thirsty, and she had to change the dressings of the injured soldiers while she waited. She didn't have enough physical strength to do it.
"Yeah." Uncle Nine Emperors responded, feeling a little less worried in his heart.
The carriage was very steady and very slow. The water in the cup rippled slightly and not a drop was spilled. Feng Qingchen thought this was a special order from Uncle Nine Emperors to make it easier for her to eat. But when she finished eating, the carriage was still so slow.
Feng Qingchen felt strange when walking steadily.
Feng Qingchen thought that he was not smart, but he was definitely not stupid. Uncle Nine Emperors had his own rules for doing things. It was definitely reasonable for Uncle Nine Emperors to ask the driver to drive slowly.
Therefore, even if she had doubts in her heart, Feng Qingchen did not ask. She just closed her eyes and leaned on the carriage, massaging her fingers one after another, silently remembering the massage skills of classmate Jiuqing. Feng Qingchen was a little lost.
So when Uncle Nine Emperors said: "Stretch out your hand." Feng Qingchen subconsciously stretched out her hand. By the time she came to her senses, she could no longer pull it back.
Uncle Jiuhuang took a step forward and held Feng Qingchen's hand. It was as cold, delicate, and smooth as in his memory, like the finest silk, making people reluctant to let go. Uncle Jiuhuang even thought about it again, when these hands caressed
How does it feel when you are on him?
Boom...Uncle Jiuhuang suddenly felt that the carriage was too small and the temperature inside was too high. He needed to open the door to let some air in and blow away the messy thoughts in his mind.
"Uncle Nine Emperors? Let go, your grip hurts me." Feng Qingchen withdrew his hand dissatisfied, but Uncle Nine Emperors held it tighter and tighter, with red fingerprints appearing on the back of his hand.
"Don't move." Uncle Jiuhuang breathed out secretly, calmed his mind, let go slightly, and regardless of Feng Qingchen's dissatisfied look, he gently and carefully massaged Feng Qingchen's fingers.
Uncle Jiuhuang lowered his head, only looking at Feng Qingchen's ten fingers. It was obviously just a small matter of massaging the fingers, but Uncle Jiuhuang did it with a special charm.
Serious and focused, with a hint of awkwardness and nervousness, Xiao Xiao held her fingers carelessly, and his movements were extremely gentle, as if he was afraid that if he used any force, it would hurt her.
A king who holds a high position and has no dust on his fingers, I am afraid he has never done such a thing. At this moment, he is doing such a small thing for a woman. Even a woman will be moved, and she is also a woman.
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Feng Qingchen's eyes were shining with tears. She really hoped that time would stay at this moment forever.
A message to readers: The same thing, done by people with different identities, will produce different results.