When Wang Jinling hurried back to his home depressingly all night, Jiuhuangshu and Feng Qingchen seemed to be extremely comfortable. No one was disturbing them all the way. The two rode together and their horses flew in the air. They were indescribably free and carefree, and occasionally uncomfortable.
The long-eyed killer wanted to take action, but the Nine Emperors Uncle's people dealt with it in advance.
After dark, the two of them walked for half an hour at night and found a fairly clean inn. Uncle Nine Emperors couldn't ask for too much when they were out.
"A room." Uncle Nine Emperors shamelessly and calmly asked for a room before Feng Qingchen could.
"Is one room enough? What if Jin Ling comes over late and has no room?" Feng Qingchen did not object to sleeping in the same room with Uncle Nine Emperors. With Uncle Nine Emperors here, she didn't have to worry at all and could just sleep.
Besides, Uncle Nine Emperors couldn't do anything he wanted to do when he was away from home.
After hearing the previous sentence, Uncle Nine Emperor's face darkened, until Feng Qingchen said that the other room was for Wang Jinling, Uncle Nine Emperor's face brightened slightly, and he said calmly: "One room is enough, Wang Jinling has returned to Dongling."
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"Back to Dongling? How are you sure he will return to Dongling?" Feng Qingchen and Uncle Nine Emperors walked to the guest room on the second floor. The waiter who led the way bowed his head and didn't dare to take a breath.
There was nothing I could do, the aura of this man and the woman was so strong, it was so cold that they made him sweat.
"He is in a hurry to go back and get married." Uncle Nine Emperors lied without changing his face.
"What? Get married?" Feng Qingchen missed the mark and almost fell down. Fortunately, Uncle Nine Emperors had quick eyesight and hugged the person: "Such a big person doesn't know how to look at him when he walks."
After saying that, he confidently took Feng Qingchen's hand to prevent her from falling again. Feng Qingchen struggled for a while, but she let Uncle Nine Emperors hold her before she could break away.
As soon as the waiter turned around, he saw this pair of men with extraordinary temperament. They had no scruples in being so intimate in the eyes of others, and almost made their eyes pop out. This couple was too open-minded.
"I was intimidated by your words." Feng Qingchen squeaked. She didn't think the fault was hers, and arrogantly pushed the fault onto Uncle Nine Emperors.
Uncle Nine Emperors raised his eyebrows: "What's scary about what I say? Wang Jinling shouldn't get married, he's already a grown man."
Uncle Nine Emperors glanced at the waiter, who was so frightened that he almost rolled down the stairs. He no longer dared to stare at Feng Qingchen and Uncle Nine Emperors.
The waiter walked with his head down, until he bumped into the door with a bang, he came to his senses, quickly opened the door, nodded and bowed and said: "Two guests, this is your room."
"Get out." Uncle Nine Emperors threw a few coins casually, dismissed the waiter, and continued to ask Feng Qingchen: "What? Do you think Wang Jinling shouldn't marry?"
"Of course not." Feng Qingchen shook her head firmly: "Wang Jinling has officially taken over the Wang family. He should indeed get married. Only after getting married can people be convinced."
Get married first and then start a career. Even the emperor had to get married before he could rule. For a man, getting married represented adulthood and his ability to support his family.
"You're right, Wang Jinling should have gotten married long ago. Wang Jinling's father has already chosen a wife for him, and he can get married as soon as he returns." Uncle Nine Emperors didn't even blink. He said it so naturally.
Feng Qingchen couldn't even doubt it.
"Which show?" Feng Qingchen asked curiously.
"You care?"
"I wonder if there is any woman in the world who can marry a young man without feeling inferior." How depressing it would be to face a face that is more beautiful than mine every day. A woman who is not good-looking will never have the courage to marry a handsome husband.
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"If you are curious, you will find out when you return to Dongling." In fact, Uncle Nine Emperors did not know who Wang Jinling's wife would be. In fact, he did not think that Wang Jinling would marry his wife obediently. He just brought Wang Jinling back to Dongling.
That’s all.
"Then let's go back to Dongling." Uncle Jiuhuang didn't say anything, and Feng Qingchen didn't want to ask any more questions. She was tired after driving a long way, so Feng Qingchen turned around and made the bed.
Ahem... She actually also has a slight mysophobia. She really doesn't have the courage to sleep on quilts and sheets like this. I don't know how many people have slept on them, so...
Feng Qingchen took off the sheets and quilt and put on the sleeping bag he brought. As for why he had to do it himself instead of instructing Uncle Nine Emperors?
Can you imagine the noble Nine Emperors Uncle doing these menial tasks? Therefore, Feng Qingchen accepted his fate and did it by himself.
Sigh... I feel inferior to finding a handsome man, but how about finding a noble and incomparable man?
Ahem... Although Uncle Nine Emperors admired Feng Qingchen working hard, he was really embarrassed for a man who kept watching his woman working without taking action.
Uncle Nine Emperors stood up, glanced at the copper basin and gray towel in the room, hesitated for a moment, and decided not to wipe his hands. He really couldn't stand the dirty towel.
Squeamish!
Feng Qingchen laid down on the bed. When he turned around, he saw Uncle Jiuhuang's disgusted expression. He mumbled angrily and turned around to take out the white towel he had prepared early in the morning.
The towel was sealed in a bag and was still wet before use: "Come here, I will help you wipe it."
He waved to Uncle Nine Emperors and told him to sit down. Uncle Nine Emperors raised his eyebrows, a smile flashed in his eyes, and sat down obediently, letting Feng Qingchen wipe his face and hands for him.
To be honest, Feng Qingchen didn't know how to serve others at all. He was very strong and his movements were very rough. Uncle Jiuhuang felt that his face was burning with pain, but he endured it.
This kind of atmosphere reminded him of ordinary couples. For a moment, Uncle Nine Emperors felt that his heart was warm and his eyes were sore.
Feng Qingchen, the woman he chose can fight on the battlefield and in the kitchen; she can fight with powerful ministers and beat dandies; she can save people with her left hand and kill with her right hand.
In his eyes, Feng Qingchen has no shortcomings, and he is happy to see the occasional little awkwardness or willfulness.
After wiping his face, Feng Qingchen applied a layer of moisturizer on Jiuhuangshu's face. It was sticky and greasy, making Jiuhuangshu feel very uncomfortable: "It feels uncomfortable."
That means that if Feng Qingchen wipes it clean for him, he can't stand the greasy look on his face. If he didn't want to ruin the atmosphere, Uncle Nine Emperors would do it himself.
But this time Feng Qingchen did not indulge Uncle Nine Emperors, and patted him on the face: "Be good, just bear with me. Your face is almost dry and cracked after being blown by the cold wind all day."
The cold wind was biting, but Uncle Nine Emperors protected her very well, but his own hands and cheeks were red, swollen and cracked. No one did more or less, they all used their own methods to silently help.
The other party pays.
"Uh..." Uncle Nine Emperors had black lines on his head and stared at Feng Qingchen with an unhappy look on his face. He thought she was good just now, but why did he not praise her so much? This girl became more and more out of character.
"Haha... Okay, okay, if you hold on a little longer, I'll do it soon. I'll reward you." Feng Qingchen chirped twice and placed a kiss on Uncle Nine Emperor's cheeks. That tone, that tone
His movements made Uncle Jiuhuang feel that Feng Qingchen was coaxing a child.
Uncle Jiu Huang stretched out his hand, hugged Feng Qingchen, let her sit on his lap, stretched out his hand to pinch Feng Qingchen's cheek, and pulled hard. Feng Qingchen looked at her face, but it was deformed by him.
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Feng Qingchen rolled his eyes and slapped Uncle Nine Emperors away angrily: "My face is gray, don't touch it."
This man is getting more and more stingy. Isn't he just coaxing her like a child? As for pinching her face childishly.
"Yes." Uncle Nine Emperors raised his noble hand and let Feng Qingchen go. He then picked up the unused towel on the table and unfolded it gracefully. Under Feng Qingchen's gaze, he picked up the towel with a calm expression and carefully
It was wiped by Feng Qingchen.
His movements were gentle and his eyes were focused, as if he were rubbing some unparalleled treasure. Feng Qingchen couldn't help but close her eyes and fell into the arms of Uncle Nine Emperors.
To paraphrase Wang Jinling's words, these two are boring. You need to wipe them for me, but I will wipe them for you. It will be more efficient if you each take care of yourself.
But these two are happy, what can you do, they are happy to play with each other.