No matter what the housekeeper did, Feng Qingchen would remain unmoved. If he didn't go, he wouldn't go. If the housekeeper had a beard, Feng Qingchen would be so angry that he would stand upright.
The housekeeper picked up the teapot on the table and poured it into his mouth. He took a deep breath and said, "Miss Feng, what are you going to do before you go?"
"Don't go no matter what." Feng Qingchen simply said, spreading his hands, looking very rogue.
This was an entertainment event for the Ninth Prince's Mansion. It had nothing to do with her. She was asked to attend on behalf of the female family members of the Ninth Prince's Mansion. Even if the Ninth Prince's Uncle agreed, it would still be unfair.
"You won't lose anything by going." The butler was so anxious that he was running around in circles. He had prepared everything for Feng Qingchen to go out. This matter was spread outside. Now that Feng Qingchen doesn't go, his face
Where to place it.
Feng Qingchen yawned: "I won't make anything by going, so why waste time."
"How can this be a waste of time? You are defending your sovereignty to prevent the prince from being robbed." The housekeeper realized that this was really a sign that the emperor was not in a hurry to kill the eunuch.
Well, he was wrong. Although he was a eunuch, Miss Feng was not an emperor.
"It's all boring. The so-called sovereignty is not decided by the Nine Emperors Uncle. If the Nine Emperors Uncle doesn't agree, Chu Changhua will never be able to enter the Nine Princes' Mansion no matter how much he tries. If the Nine Emperors Uncle agrees, I will go to the streets like a shrew, Nine Emperors Uncle."
The emperor's uncle wants to get married. It's going to rain, and my mother wants to get married. Butler, there are some things that I don't want to stop, so I can prevent them from happening. If you are really worried that this will come true, you should also ask Jiu
Uncle Emperor, please beg me instead of me, I am not the one who can make the decision." Feng Qingchen stood up and made a respectful gesture.
The housekeeper was speechless by Feng Qingchen, so he retreated obediently, secretly thinking that Feng Qingchen was weird.
These days, which woman is not like this? On the surface, she is reasonable and generous in taking concubines for her husband, but secretly, she tries her best to kill those favored concubines, and those beautiful concubines are always trying their best to invite favors.
But what about Feng Qingchen?
"Does Miss Feng care about our prince?" the housekeeper asked himself, and then shook his head.
He couldn't tell that Feng Qingchen didn't care about Uncle Nine Emperors. Well, it was said that Chu Changhua was going to marry Uncle Nine Emperors, but Feng Qingchen didn't care at all. But if he didn't care, what would happen to Feng Qingchen?
Being able to follow Uncle Nine Emperors without any name or status.
You must know that there are many people who are willing to marry Feng Qingchen. As for the eldest master, the Yun family has sent a matchmaker to the door in person. As long as Feng Qingchen has his head, he will be the mistress of the Yun family. Not only can he be accepted by Yun Cheng and the Yun family
She can still gain respect from the world, but...
Feng Qingchen chose Uncle Nine Emperors and was burdened with a lot of rumors.
"Sigh... we people today really can't understand the things about the masters." The old housekeeper sighed and threw aside Mrs. Hua Guo's post.
Anyway, it doesn't make much difference to them who the mistress of the palace is. As long as she is not a sick woman and wants the prince to coax her every day, they can accept it. Of course, it is absolutely impossible to ask their prince to be his son-in-law.
Even beating him to death would not work, so Chu Changhua could never marry into the Ninth Prince's Mansion.
Feng Qingchen didn't pay attention to Chu Changhua's matter at all. When he should sleep, he should eat, and he could get away with things like being sour and jealous.
If this man doesn't have you in his heart, it's useless even if you declare your sovereignty. On the contrary, he has you in his heart, so what's the point of doing that.
Because Feng Qingchen did not attend Mrs. Huayuan's banquet, the incident between Jiuhuangshu and Chu Changhua became more and more popular. It was even reported that Feng Qingchen was begging for nothing because he was afraid that Jiuhuangshu would marry Chu Changhua.
The Nine Princes Mansion asked Uncle Nine Emperors to give her a title.
After Feng Qingchen heard this, he was so bored that he ignored it and focused on teaching Zhezhe. After Zhezhe was taught a lesson by the Nine Emperors Uncle, not only did he not behave well, but he became even more arrogant.
Uncle Jiuhuang was not angry either. He asked Feng Qingchen to treat Zhezhe's injuries and make sure that he would not be thrown into the lower world after death. Zhezhe did not want to be idle while he was recovering from his injuries. He had to chop wood and carry water. He had tasks every day.
If you can't reach it, you won't be allowed to eat.
At first Zhezhe didn't care and made a mess in the servants' courtyard of the Nine Princes' Mansion. However, he was hungry several times and was taught a lesson by the servants several times before he was willing to do anything.
Feng Qingchen felt pity and sadness when he saw Zhezhe's pitiful and hateful look. Later, he simply refused to see Zhezhe. He only went to treat Zhezhe every night to ensure that he would not die. Apart from that, Feng Qingchen had nothing else.
There is so much to do, and I am so idle in the Nine Princes' Mansion that I am almost lazy.
It was a sunny day and the Nine Emperors Uncle had gone to court early in the morning. Feng Qingchen was bored and wanted to go back to see how the Feng Mansion was being rebuilt, but the housekeeper came to report to Wang Jinling, the eldest son of the Wang family, asking for an audience.
"Meet Uncle Nine Emperors?" Feng Qingchen asked reflexively, and the housekeeper quickly shook his head: "The eldest son wants to see you, Miss Feng."
"Master, please wait in the flower hall. I'll go right away." Feng Qingchen looked at the clothes he was wearing and felt that they were not suitable for meeting guests, so he planned to change into another one.
When she returned to the room and saw the rows of clothes, Feng Qingchen was stunned. When did she become so squeamish that she had to consider whether the clothes were suitable even when she saw Jin Ling.
"Haha..." Feng Qingchen laughed and slid his fingers over the clothes. The maid behind him quickly stepped forward and took out the clothes Feng Qingchen touched, preparing to change them for Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen smiled.
Rejected.
She doesn't have Zhezhe's ability to change the environment, but she also wants to stay true to herself. For example, she doesn't want to accept the rule that she must put on new clothes when meeting guests.
After smoothing the folds on his clothes, Feng Qingchen went directly to the flower hall to see Wang Jinling. Wang Jinling saw Feng Qingchen walking in from a distance, so he stood up to greet her: "Qingchen, long time no see."
"It's been a long time indeed. Jin Ling, you are still charming." This was the first time the two of them met after Feng Qingchen returned from Shandong.
It seems really unfortunate. Last time Wang Jinling went to Feng Mansion, Feng Qingchen went to Wangyue Nunnery. After Feng Qingchen came back, Wang Jinling went to the old house again because of family affairs. When he came back and was about to go to Feng Mansion, he...
I learned that Feng Qingchen was staying at Jiuwang Mansion.
"You... and I still want these words." Wang Jinling smiled and shook his head, showing the gentle and elegant gentleman's style.
Feng Qingchen smiled playfully: "I know you've heard this kind of thing a lot, Mr. Young Master, but I still want to know who makes you so charming and pleasing to the eye."
Feng Qingchen was not exaggerating what he said. Wang Jinling's elegant and calm aura was contagious. As long as you were with him, you could not help but become calm.
"I'll be disrespectful." Wang Jinling responded to Feng Qingchen's compliment with a smile.
He had heard many words of praise, but when they came out of Feng Qingchen's mouth, they sounded unusually beautiful.
After the two of them laughed and laughed, they each talked about what happened recently, just like good friends, chatting about the current situation and the current situation. If they knew that the other person was doing well, then that would be fine.
After everyone had finished picking out the things around them, the conversation came to an end. Wang Jinling took a cup of tea and took a sip. The curls of green smoke lingered in front of Wang Jinling's eyes, covering up the sadness in his eyes.
The room instantly fell into silence. Feng Qingchen blinked lightly, put the teacup in his hand on a cup, and looked at Wang Jinling with a smile: "Jinling, if you have anything to say, just speak up. Is there anything we can't do between you and me?"