Uncle Nine Emperors never thought that one day he would be blocked by me at the Feng Mansion Gate, and the person blocking him would be the Si family's Eighteenth Cavalry.
When did Feng Mansion come under the control of the Si family?
Uncle Nine Emperors had doubts in his heart, but he did not come out. He just said coldly: "Get out of the way."
"My master has an order, and my subordinates dare not disobey. I would like to ask the prince not to embarrass my subordinates." The Eighteen Cavalry of the Si family, no... should be called the Eighteen Cavalry of the Feng Family now, guarding outside Feng Qingchen's yard with neither humility nor arrogance.
They lined up in a row, blocking all the paths of Uncle Nine Emperors.
"Master? Which master?" The Nine Emperors Uncle had dealt with the Eighteen Horsemen, so he naturally understood how stubborn and arrogant these eighteen people were.
Uncle Jiuhuang turned his body slightly and hid his injured left arm in the darkness.
If he really wants to take action, he can't let his opponent discover his weakness.
"The master of Feng Mansion, our master." The eighteen knights of the Si family answered all questions.
"Feng Qingchen?" Uncle Nine Emperors frowned.
Apparently, a lot of things happened in the imperial city during the month he was away, and he missed them all.
"yes."
"When did this happen?"
"A few days ago."
Next, Uncle Nine Emperors asked a few more questions, but the Eighteen Cavalrymen seemed unwilling to ask more, but their current master was Feng Qingchen, and no one was allowed to enter without Feng Qingchen's order.
When the secret guards saw the Nine Emperors Uncle being blocked by the Eighteen Cavalry, they wanted to come out for a long time, but they were afraid that their appearance would make their master irresponsible, so they could only grit their teeth and endure it until the Nine Emperors Uncle and the Eighteen Cavalry were about to fight.
Wei Cai jumped out in a hurry.
"Master, please calm down. I came here late. Please punish me." As soon as the secret guard appeared, he stood between the Nine Emperors and the Eighteenth Cavalry to prevent the two sides from fighting.
"I don't want to see you, please get out of the way." The Nine Emperors Uncle had a dead face with no expression on his face. The secret guards were so frightened that the Eighteen Riders secretly cried out that they were unlucky. They didn't want to fight with the Nine Emperors Uncle at all, they just
I persuade Uncle Nine Emperors to come back tomorrow. Feng Qingchen is a woman, so it is not easy for them to go in and report.
"Master, Miss Feng just went to bed, do you think?" The secret guard persuaded her hard.
"When will you become my master?" The Nine Emperors Uncle's voice became colder and colder, and the Eighteenth Cavalry could already feel the cold murderous intent emanating from the Nine Emperors Uncle's body.
Even if they didn't want to confront Uncle Nine Emperors, they still had to draw their swords to defend themselves at this time.
"Master, Miss Feng..." The secret guard was about to cry, but before he finished speaking, Uncle Nine Emperors kicked him over: "Get out of the way."
"Your Majesty, please don't embarrass us." Although the Eighteenth Cavalry was afraid of Uncle Nine Emperors, he still refused to give in.
"Sweep my way, damn it." He was full of expectations and eager to see Feng Qingchen, but was repeatedly blocked. The Nine Emperors Uncle's patience ran out and he started fighting with the Eighteenth Cavalry.
In the middle of the night, the sound of swords clashing sounded. Unless Feng Qingchen was dead in sleep, there was no way she could not hear it. Feng Qingchen woke up just as the Nine Emperors Uncle and the Eighteenth Cavalry started fighting.
"It's only been a month, and someone is trying to trick me again?" Feng Qingchen sneered, threw on some clothes and got out of bed.
Feng Qingchen didn't have a light, so he held a dagger in his right hand and opened the door with all his heart. Just as he was about to go out, he heard the words of the Eighteenth Cavalry of the Si family: "Your Majesty, if you continue to fight, don't blame us for being rude."
"You can give it a try." The Nine Emperors Uncle was like a god of death, with a chill all over his body, as if he had a grudge against the person in front of him, and every move seemed to vent his anger.
"Uncle Nine Emperors?" Feng Qingchen paused and froze at the door. It took him a long time to react and shouted: "Stop."
The Eighteenth Cavalry secretly rejoiced. The Nine Emperors Uncle's face was still frighteningly gloomy, but he put away the sword in his hand and looked at the approaching Feng Qingchen with stern eyes.
In perfect condition, very good.
In the darkness, Feng Qingchen couldn't see clearly, but she could feel Uncle Nine Emperor's eyes, and her heart felt sour. She blinked, covered up the emotion in her eyes, and walked over calmly.
"Miss Feng." The Eighteenth Cavalry saw Feng Qingchen approaching, bowed politely, and then retreated.
It is your duty to stop the Nine Emperors Uncle, but to interfere in the matter between the Nine Emperors Uncle and Feng Qingchen is to seek death.
The secret guards were also alert and disappeared without a trace, for fear that Uncle Nine Emperors would take it out on them.
Outside the house, only the Emperor's uncle and Feng Qingchen were left. The Nine Emperor's uncle's eyes were fiery, while Feng Qingchen's face was calm, and their eyes met. The Nine Emperor's uncle was startled, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
Uncle Nine Emperors quickly ignored the uneasiness in his heart and said: "Qingchen, this king is back."
"It's good that the prince comes back safely. This is not the place for talking. Uncle Nine Emperors, please..." Feng Qingchen turned around and led the way, but returned Uncle Nine Emperors to the study.
The moment he turned around, the tears in Feng Qingchen's eyes flashed away, and he bit his lip to refuse to show anything strange.
The uneasiness in Uncle Jiuhuang's heart became more and more intense, but he did not come out. He followed Feng Qingchen to the study. After sitting down, he did not say anything. He just looked at Feng Qingchen, as if he wanted to see through the person.
He didn't understand what Feng Qingchen meant. To be angry with him? To blame him? It didn't seem like...
Feng Qingchen didn't feel uncomfortable at all. When Uncle Nine Emperors was judging her situation, she also looked at Uncle Nine Emperors.
He has an unkempt beard, dark circles under his eyes, and thin cheeks. It seems that he has not been having a good month. Looking at the sitting posture of the Nine Emperors Uncle, he is straight and handsome, but a little awkward. Feng Qingchen's eyes naturally fell on him being injured.
on the left hand.
No way, it's just professional habit.
The two sat quietly for a long time. Feng Qingchen knew that if she didn't speak, Jiuhuangshu would not take the initiative to speak. She was much inferior to Jiuhuangshu in terms of endurance skills.
"Injured?" Feng Qingchen broke the silence, feeling sad in her heart.
She has really become this man's exclusive doctor. He comes to her whenever he is hurt, regardless of her current condition.
"Yeah." Uncle Nine Emperors responded, his eyes still locked on Feng Qingchen.
He has become thinner and haggard, and the way he looks at him has changed!
This change made Uncle Jiuhuang panic, and he always felt like he couldn't catch it.
Feng Qingchen was unable to guess what Uncle Jiuhuang was thinking, so he said "wait a moment", then went back to the room to get the medicine box, and at the same time ordered someone to prepare hot water.
"Take off your clothes." Feng Qingchen put the medicine box on the table, turned around and said to Uncle Nine Emperors.
"My hand is injured." Uncle Nine Emperors didn't move, looking a little pitiful.
"I know, do you want me to ask my servants to help?" She wanted to help Uncle Nine Emperors take off his clothes, but...
She is no better than Uncle Nine Emperors.
"No, you take it off." He was eager to prove that Feng Qingchen had not changed.
She didn't mind helping Uncle Nine Emperors take off his clothes, but: "Don't you know my hand is broken?"
Feng Qingchen pointed to his left arm that had been hanging by his side.
"Does it hurt?" Uncle Jiuhuang's voice was slightly lowered, hoarse and heart-shaking. Feng Qingchen felt her heart beat violently. The pain made her breathless and almost cried.
At this time, would it be too late to ask her if it hurts?