Uncle Jiuhuang and Feng Qingchen were having a meal at the flower viewing platform. Suddenly, for some reason, a gust of wind blew, and the strong fragrance of flowers blew towards them. Not to mention Uncle Jiuhuang, it was Feng Qingchen who was not allergic to pollen.
I also choked half to death.
"Haha, haha..." Feng Qingchen's eyes were red, and he rubbed his nose. Just when he was about to ask what was going on, another wave of flower fragrance came over, and Feng Qingchen said a few more hellos, tears streaming down his face.
Came out.
"Why are you acting like a child?" Uncle Jiuhuang looked like he had nothing to do. He picked up the handkerchief and wiped it with Feng Qingchen, half unaffected by the fragrance of the flowers.
Feng Qingchen was extremely depressed: "What's going on?"
Okay, the fragrance of the flowers is astonishing. If no one is up to something, I wouldn’t believe it even if I beat Feng Qingchen to death...
"The wind is picking up!" Uncle Nine Emperors looked up, looked at the sky that was slightly darker than before, and smiled...
Some people can't wait any longer.
Feng Qingchen threw the chopsticks on the table and said angrily: "It's really disappointing, I won't eat."
There was so much dust on the table that even Feng Qingchen couldn't eat it, not to mention Uncle Nine Emperors. Fortunately, they both had almost eaten, so they asked the maid and the old lady to clean it up, and then went back to the room.
There won't be any wind in the room!
There was no wind in the house, but there were other troubles. As soon as they arrived at the yard, the coachman came to report that the horses had eaten the wrong fodder in the back hill. The whole group had diarrhea, half of their strength was gone, and they were afraid they could not run anymore.
This method is really clumsy!
When Uncle Nine Emperors heard this, he knew that it was the Third Prince's people who had tampered with him, so he was not in a hurry. He just ordered the coachman to return to the city immediately and ask someone to send a group of horses. Seeing that Uncle Nine Emperors did not punish him, the coachman wiped his cold sweat and secretly thought in his heart.
Fortunately.
Alas, after all, no one would have thought that this horse was so good at eating the grass on the ground that it even ate the stuff that made the horse diarrhea. The reason why the coachman did not doubt the people at Wangyue Nunnery was because he thought that Wangyue Nunnery was all female nuns. These people
How dare you plot against the Nine Emperors Uncle?
Not long after the coachman left, something felt wrong about Uncle Nine Emperors.
"You have a rash on your body." Feng Qingchen paused as he helped Uncle Nine Emperors undress.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." Uncle Nine Emperors was glad that he had done double protection, using the medicine from the master of Xuanyi Valley and Feng Qingchen's medicine, otherwise he might have fallen into the hands of the Third Prince today.
People with pollen allergies really can't afford to be harmed in a place like a flower field.
"Wait a minute, I'll get some water and clean it up for you." Thinking of the evil wind just now, Feng Qingchen certainly understood why Uncle Nine Emperors had a rash on his body.
Feng Qingchen felt secretly resentful and decided to turn around and burn the flower field to see what else they could do to harm Uncle Nine Emperors.
"No need. Just apply ointment on me and change into clean clothes." Uncle Nine Emperors refused.
Some things can be accommodated, but some things absolutely cannot be done. I don’t know how many people have used the bathtub in Mochizuki Temple. He will never share the bathtub with others.
The thought of using a nun's bathtub made Uncle Jiuhuang feel chills and numbness all over his body, as if there were caterpillars crawling on him.
Sharing a bathtub with others is more serious than pollen allergy.
Feng Qingchen chuckled and said, "You are just poor and particular."
Jiuhuangshu's disgust was so obvious that Feng Qingchen could not pretend to be ignorant. This man's mysophobia broke out again. Thinking that the tableware they used to eat just now was brought by Jiuhuangshu's order, Feng Qingchen
Head full of black lines.
Fortunately, Uncle Nine Emperors was born into a noble family, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to support him. This is really not an ordinary thing.
"..." The Nine Emperors Uncle's ears were slightly red, and when he saw Feng Qingchen's joking expression, he looked away awkwardly.
This was an accident, and he would remember to settle this debt with the Third Prince. He had already planned to stay at Wangyue Temple, but the Third Prince was too busy and did so many superfluous things.
The Third Prince knew about Uncle Nine Emperors' allergy right away. Although it was nothing, the scholar in blue could still see that the Third Prince was very happy. He had suffered a lot at the hands of Uncle Nine Emperors, and it was rare that he had the upper hand.
How can the prince not be happy?
Because of this series of events, Jiuhuangshu and Feng Qingchen stayed in Wangyue Nunnery. This result can be said to be a happy one for everyone.
That night, after Feng Qingchen changed the medicine for Uncle Jiuhuang, he returned to his room, leaving Uncle Jiuhuang alone and unable to fall asleep. The reason was simple...
Uncle Jiuhuang was very dissatisfied with the quilt provided by Mochizuki Temple.
"A pampered loser." The third prince felt extremely jealous when he heard Uncle Nine Emperors picking this and that.
Both are brothers from the Tian family. Uncle Nine Emperors is pampered and extremely noble, but what about him? He can only hide in a corner. During the most difficult time, he stayed with the dead for seven days and ate their flesh to survive...
If Dong Lingjiu faced this, could he survive?
Why should a person who is not as good as him in every way live a nobler and more glorious life than him? He is not willing to accept it. He is supposed to be the one who is supreme and dominates the world, but one wrong step can make a world of difference...
"Third Master." The Confucian scholar in green shirt noticed that the Third Prince was in a bad mood and quickly reminded him.
The third prince closed his eyes, covering up the jealousy and resentment in his eyes. He took a deep breath, suppressed the injustice in his heart, and said coldly: "The plan has changed. If we can deal with it together with Dongling Jiu, a torch
Mochizuki Temple burned down."
The Third Prince risked being exposed and wanted to drag Uncle Nine Emperors to hell. This shows that the Third Prince is angry again.
"Third Master, this will not be of any benefit to us. Wouldn't it be to take advantage of that bitch emperor?" The Confucian scholar in blue robe quickly advised, but at this time, the Third Prince was already overwhelmed by anger and said sternly: "According to my opinion,
manage."
"three……"
"Just do as the Third Prince says."
The Confucian scholar in blue shirt wanted to persuade him again, but he was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth. The third prince and the Confucian scholar in blue shirt were startled and turned around quickly...
"Lao Jiu?"
"Uncle Nine Emperors?"
"Meditation?
The third prince and the Confucian scholar in blue exclaimed at the same time. At this time, Uncle Nine Emperors should be tossing and turning in the room, unable to fall asleep. How could he find Jingxin hostage?
"Brother Three Emperors, we meet again." Uncle Nine Emperors took back the sword on Jingxin's neck, and Jingxin immediately threw herself at the feet of the Third Prince: "Third Master..."
"Get lost." The third prince didn't wait for meditating to finish before he kicked him: "You are a bitch who fails to accomplish anything but fails to accomplish anything."
Jingxin screamed, vomited out a mouthful of blood, and lay motionless on the ground. This showed how hard the Third Prince's kick was.
By this time, if the Third Prince still doesn't understand that he has fallen into the Nine Emperors Uncle's plan, then his life will be in vain.
"Ninth brother, you are so courageous." The third prince smiled coldly.
"Brother Huang is overly praised. There is nothing I can do about it. Brother Huang, this place is really hard to find." The Nine Emperors Uncle turned his back on his guests and walked to the main seat in the secret room and sat down. He looked at the eyes of the Third Prince towards the Confucian scholar in green shirt and was stunned.
The emperor's uncle swiped the sword in his hand and blocked it right in front of the blue-robed Confucian scholar.
"Brother, I want to talk to you alone and don't want to be disturbed."
The Third Prince and the Nine Emperors Uncle looked at each other, suppressing the anger in their hearts, and nodded calmly: "Okay."