Feng Qingchen thought about a thousand possibilities, and even thought of countermeasures for different situations on the carriage.
If Uncle Nine Emperors forced her to be a bed-warming maid, she would obey on the surface, secretly plan an escape route, and dump Uncle Nine Emperors sooner or later.
If Uncle Jiuhuang was lying and told her to trust him, he would give her a status sooner or later, but she would be reluctant to accept it and shyly said she believed him.
If Uncle Nine Emperors warned her coldly, don't think that by climbing into his bed, you can do whatever you want and become the mistress of the Nine Princes' Mansion, she would be heartbroken, holding back tears and saying that she would not...
If Uncle Nine Emperors said that everything should remain the same and what happened last night should be treated as if it never happened, she would nod with tears in her eyes, saying that she would do it.
But Dudu never thought that Uncle Nine Emperors would see her through the screen.
Uncle Nine Emperors, is he shy? Or shy?
Feng Qingchen stared at the screen in front of him in a daze, looking like he wanted to laugh but dared not.
To say she is shy, she should be shy. Why is Uncle Nine Emperors so shy? When Uncle Nine Emperors behaves like this, she is even embarrassed to be shy.
"Ahem..." After not seeing Feng Qingchen speak for a long time, Uncle Nine Emperors coughed lightly and reminded him.
Behind the screen, Uncle Nine Emperors was half-lying on a low platform. His face was as white as paper, his deep and calm eyes were covered with red bloodshot eyes, and the white cloth on his abdomen was stained with blood.
This is the price of indulgence!
Two incense burners were burning beside him, white smoke curled up, exuding the elegant fragrance of bamboo, suppressing the smell of blood.
Across the screen, they were so close, but they felt like they were far away. This screen made the distance between the two people widen.
"Qingchen has seen the Nine Emperors Uncle. He is a thousand years old." Feng Qingchen quickly came to his senses, straightened his robes, and saluted.
Uncle Jiuhuang vomited blood in depression, but she was asked to salute: "No need to salute."
"Thank you, Uncle Nine Emperors." Feng Qingchen stood beside her silently, making up her mind that as long as Uncle Nine Emperors didn't speak, she would never mention what happened last night.
This screen can be said to be because Jiu Huangshu is shy, or it can be said that Jiu Huangshu doesn't want to see her. Anyway, she should be more careful. After all, after last night, the relationship between them is a bit strange. If one of them is not good, he will end up relying on his favor.
So cute.
After a one-night fling, a woman clings to a man and wants him to take responsibility. The man hates it and hates it, but the same thing... when the woman doesn't even mention it, the man will be even more depressed.
Was his performance really bad last night? So bad that Feng Qingchen didn't even say a word when he said goodbye?
Uncle Jiuhuang found that his heart felt extremely tight. Not only did he suffer external injuries, but he also suffered internal injuries. He was about to be pissed off by Feng Qingchen. He had never seen such a ruthless woman like Feng Qingchen.
After all, he is also her man.
Feng Qingchen said not at all, and Uncle Jiuhuang was angry. He had never dealt with this kind of matter before. He really didn't know how to say it, so he simply didn't mention it and went straight to the business: "Qingchen, I already know about today's medical competition, you don't have to
Worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."
Nanling Jinfan became more and more arrogant. In order to win a competition, he actually used such dirty tricks behind his back. He really thought he was seriously ill and was about to die.
Ahem, Uncle Nine Emperors forgot that Feng Qingchen was able to defeat Su Wan in the three competitions of piano, calligraphy and painting, which can be regarded as a trick. Well, even if Uncle Nine Emperors remembered, he would only applaud Feng Qingchen and say Feng Qingchen
Qingchen did a good job.
"Thank you, Uncle Nine Emperors. No need." Feng Qingchen didn't look flattered at all and refused calmly.
"Huh?" Uncle Nine Emperors said dissatisfied. Until now, Feng Qingchen still treats him as an outsider. It seemed that she was indeed dissatisfied last night.
Uncle Nine Emperors was depressed and decided to go back and find some textbooks to learn the art of boudoir, making sure to satisfy Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen pondered for a moment and explained: "It's not that Qingchen is ignorant, it's really not necessary. Qingchen has already defeated Su Wan in three games. No surprise, he can still draw one game. In the next competition, even if he loses all
It doesn't matter, it won't damage my reputation, but the Su family is different. If Su Wan loses again, the Su family's reputation will be tarnished, and the Su family will never give up.
Besides, the third prince has always been ruthless in his actions and will definitely leave no traces or evidence. Even if everyone knows that he did it, they may not be able to find witnesses or physical evidence that can prove him. It is just a competition, Qingchen
It’s not like you can’t afford to lose, there’s no need to waste time and energy on this kind of thing.”
The Su family's reputation is high, and she has ruined the Su family's reputation. When the time comes, the Su family will destroy everything regardless of the situation, and she will be miserable.
No matter how talented she is, she can't compete with the power of a family.
It is said that those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes. The Su family has lost a red eye. How can they care so much? Keep a line in your behavior so that we can meet each other in the future. Don't do anything too extreme.
"You can see clearly that I think you care about winning or losing." Uncle Jiuhuang found that he really couldn't see through Feng Qingchen. He originally thought that she didn't care about winning or losing, but she was deliberately trying to win over Su Wan in every possible way.
I think she cares about winning or losing. This is another opportunity to win steadily.
A woman's mind is really complicated, and Feng Qingchen is a good one. Uncle Nine Emperors found that guessing Feng Qingchen's mind was more tiring than raising military rations and supplies.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, all Qingchen cares about is life and death, winning or losing is nothing." Feng Qingchen didn't bother to tell Uncle Nine Emperors, she didn't care about such a false reputation at all.
After all, she beat Su Wan in playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, which was enough to gain face for Dongling. Even if she lost all the subsequent competitions, she would have no pressure. As one of the bankers in the biggest gambling game in Dongling, no matter who loses or wins
, she is a winner.
Uncle Jiuhuang nodded, thinking of Feng Qingchen's various performances. Indeed, Feng Qingchen cared more about life and death. All other things could be put to the back before life and death: "It's my king who thinks the wrong way." Uncle Jiuhuang said in disguise.
Apologize.
Feng Qingchen curled her lips and did not answer. Then she thought that the Ninth Princess had brought her formal clothes and the valuable jewelry, so Feng Qingchen spoke and said that she wanted to return those clothes to Uncle Ninth Emperor.
That set of clothes was not only valuable, but also a symbol of status. If she lost it, she would be miserable.
Unexpectedly, Feng Qingchen had just begun to speak when he was interrupted by Uncle Nine Emperors: "The things I sent out will never be taken back again. If Qingchen doesn't want it, just throw it away."
If this damn woman hadn't happened last night, he would still be able to accept her return. But after last night, she still wanted to send her clothes back. Was she trying to draw a clear line with him?
Damn it!
Feng Qingchen, why can't you be like other women and tangle with me?
If he hadn't been injured and couldn't show up, Uncle Nine Emperors would have really wanted to rush forward, grab Feng Qingchen's neck, and ask her what she was thinking...
lost?
She just wanted to return it to Uncle Nine Emperors because she was afraid of losing it. It would be safer to leave the clothes in the Nine Emperors' Mansion. No matter what, she had to persuade Uncle Nine Emperors to accept the clothes. She didn't want to bring a burden back with her.
Feng Qingchen knew that Uncle Nine Emperors was angry, so he lowered his status and said softly: "Uncle Nine Emperors, those clothes are too expensive. I really don't feel comfortable leaving them in the small courtyard. If possible, I would like to ask Uncle Nine Emperors to take care of you."