Feng Qingchen always acted in a measured manner. Seeing Uncle Jiuhuang's anger, he quickly put away his smile and explained seriously: "What a coincidence. When I wrote you a letter, the ink dripped on the paper. I wrote it before.
There are so many, so I’m too lazy to rewrite them, so I’m sending them to you like this.”
To show that he was not lying, Feng Qingchen looked directly into the eyes of Uncle Nine Emperors and nodded vigorously.
Uncle Nine Emperors would only believe such a frustrating reason, but he had to come up with this reason himself. If he overturned it, he would have to reveal his blackened words first.
Sure enough, he shot himself in the foot. Uncle Nine Emperors sighed secretly and put the letter in his hand away again.
Forget it, he didn't ask anymore, he already knew that this black mass was Feng Qingchen's revenge on him.
Feng Qingchen had a look of pity on her face. She wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the child, but when Uncle Nine Emperors didn't even mention it, she thought about it and endured it.
If that child had nothing to do with the Nine Emperors Uncle, it would be uneconomical for her to ask him now and have to coax the Nine Emperors Uncle later.
She endures!
"It's getting late, we should go back to the room." Uncle Nine Emperors walked over from the other side of the desk and naturally held Feng Qingchen's hand.
"Okay." Feng Qingchen's fingers slipped and interlocked with those of Nine Emperors Uncle.
There were no servants outside the study, and Uncle Nine Emperors didn't ask anyone to carry a lamp. He just carried a dim lamp himself and walked slowly while holding Feng Qingchen's hand.
The night wind blew, the wick swayed from side to side, and the shadows of the two people sometimes intertwined and sometimes separated. Feng Qingchen found it very interesting and kept staring at the shadows of the two people, taking two steps left and right from time to time to match the direction of the light.
Feng Qingchen hadn't done such a childish thing for a long time, and now it was not unfamiliar at all, and she was having a great time playing with the shadow alone.
The corners of Jiuhuangshu's mouth twitched, but he said nothing. He just protected Feng Qingchen more carefully to prevent Feng Qingchen from hitting a tree or something.
In the bedroom, everything was ready for the servants. The two of them came in and tidied up briefly before going to bed.
Scattering her hair, Feng Qingchen yawned and rubbed her eyes again.
Feng Qingchen was really tired after traveling all night and not having a good rest when he arrived at Nanling.
"When you're tired, you'll be settled early." Uncle Jiuhuang stepped forward and rubbed Feng Qingchen's shoulders. He just saw Feng Qingchen lightly beating his shoulders. He must have been uncomfortable in the carriage these days.
"Yes." Feng Qingchen relaxed her whole body and leaned against Jiuhuangshu, her lips pouting slightly, full of squeamishness.
Uncle Jiuhuang lowered his head and kissed Feng Qingchen gently on the forehead, his eyes showing unabashed affection.
How could he not like such a person?
The force in Uncle Jiuhuang's hand became lighter, for fear of pinching Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen was really tired, and soon fell asleep leaning on Uncle Jiuhuang. When Uncle Jiuhuang found out, Feng Qingchen
She slept soundly on her face, and there was silver thread flowing from her mouth.
The bed partner he was looking forward to?
Uncle Jiuhuang regretted his actions just now. Why did he rub Feng Qingchen's shoulders properly? He should have carried Feng Qingchen directly to the bed to sleep, but now...
Seeing Feng Qingchen's undefended sleeping face, Uncle Nine Emperors really couldn't bear to wake her up.
Sigh... Uncle Jiuhuang sighed, carried Feng Qingchen to bed like a princess, and carefully took off her middle coat for her.
I'm afraid I can only sleep tonight.
Although it was a pity, he might be content to sleep with Feng Qingchen in his arms. Whenever he had some free time in the past two months, he would think about Feng Qingchen, especially at night.
Through the faint moonlight, you can vaguely see two heads leaning together, never turning over and never separated...
That night, both the Nine Emperors Uncle and Feng Qingchen had a good night's sleep and slept very soundly. However, the secret guards all had insomnia and looked in the direction of the bedroom in a daze.
"Just slept like this?"
"Isn't it better to be married than to be married?"
"Just chatting under the quilt? Uncle Nine Emperors is indeed a gentleman."
…
Uncle Jiuhuang didn't know what the secret guard was thinking. Holding Feng Qingchen in his arms, Uncle Jiuhuang slept soundly, but his vigilance did not weaken.
At dawn, Uncle Jiuhuang woke up as soon as Feng Qingchen moved. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, and hugged Feng Qingchen tightly again: "It's still early, let's sleep together."
Just after waking up, Uncle Nine Emperor's voice was lazier, a bit lower than usual, and very hypnotic. Feng Qingchen responded and moved her body to make herself sleep more comfortably.
Uncle Jiuhuang refused to let her leave. He reached out to fish her back and put her in his arms: "Sleep."
Uh... Feng Qingchen really understood now, because Uncle Nine Emperors held her whole body in his arms and buried her face directly in Uncle Nine Emperors' arms. She couldn't breathe at all.
"You are committing murder." Feng Qingchen muttered and pushed Uncle Nine Emperors away.
"Does it take so much effort to kill you?" Uncle Nine Emperors let go of Feng Qingchen, but did not let Feng Qingchen get too far away from him.
Feng Qingchen did not struggle, and nestled obediently beside Jiu Huangshu, yawned and said: "No need. However, if you want to kill me, you must first use the beauty trick. Before you use the beauty trick, I
He will never die."
"A beauty trick? Is it like this?" Uncle Nine Emperors raised his eyebrows, and the next second he turned over and pressed Feng Qingchen under him: "Did I use a beauty trick to make you at my mercy?"
Her long hair fell down and was entangled with Feng Qingchen's black hair. Their noses touched each other. With just a slight inhale, she could smell the other person's breath. Feng Qingchen was so excited that all his sleepiness disappeared and his eyes widened.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, what are you going to do? Don't mess around." It's early in the morning, and if they don't go out for a long time, everyone in the courtyard will know what they are doing.
"I'm trying to trick Feng Qingchen, what's wrong? Qingchen doesn't like it?" Uncle Nine Emperors was worried about crushing Feng Qingchen, so he kept supporting his body with both hands. There was still a fist's distance between the two, but...
In the next second, Uncle Nine Emperors closed the distance and covered Feng Qingchen directly. His hot breath breathed on Feng Qingchen's neck: "This king is using a beauty trick, do you want to fall into it?"
Suddenly more than a hundred kilograms were put on her body. Feng Qingchen felt that the air suddenly became thinner. The Nine Emperors Uncle's whole body was hot and pressed against her, making her stuffy and hot. She was not in the mood to pay attention to the Nine Emperors Uncle's breasts.
Chen pushed the person away with force: "Stop making trouble, get up."
"You haven't used a beauty trap yet." Uncle Nine Emperors said something rogue in a very serious tone. Feng Qingchen immediately laughed, patted Uncle Nine Emperors on the back and coaxed: "Be good, stop making trouble.
"
Why does this tone sound like coaxing a child?
Uncle Nine Emperors suddenly raised his head, met Feng Qingchen's eyes, glared at Feng Qingchen, and then rolled off Feng Qingchen's body with a look of displeasure.
It was easy for him. He managed to create such a beautiful atmosphere. The words he usually didn't say were broken by Feng Qingchen's words to coax the child.
He is not a child, he does not need to be coaxed.
Feng Qingchen noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere, stuck out his tongue, and like a silkworm baby, moved to Jiuhuangshu's side one by one, tugging at the corner of Jiuhuangshu's clothes: "I'm sorry, I've been coddling my children every day lately, and I've gotten used to it if I don't care.
Such a tone."
"Coax the child? Where did the child come from?" It couldn't be the child Zuo An carried, right?
Feng Qingchen had already received the child, why didn't he mention it to him in the letter?