The more Feng Qingchen thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She pulled the quilt and buried her whole body in it, curling up into a ball. This was a typical sign of not feeling safe.
Uncle Jiuhuang's hands stiffened as he took off his clothes. He didn't understand what was wrong with Feng Qingchen. Could it be that he was upset because of the incident on the left bank?
I guess so. Uncle Nine Emperors nodded understandingly, then as if nothing happened, he took off his coat and middle coat, wiped his hands and walked towards the bed.
Feng Qingchen rolled up the whole quilt around him, making it clear that he would not let Uncle Nine Emperors sleep. Uncle Nine Emperors frowned slightly. He really didn't understand why Feng Qingchen was so angry. Fortunately, he took a shower when he came in.
Feng Qingchen made it clear that he was unhappy. Uncle Jiuhuang hesitated for a moment, but still did not come forward to criticize him. The smell of powder on his body was indeed a bit stronger. He didn't like it himself, and presumably Feng Qingchen wouldn't like it either. He still waited.
Go to sleep after the smell subsides.
So, Uncle Nine Emperors just stood beside the bed, motionless.
With such a big man stuck there, even if Feng Qingchen kept hypnotizing himself, sleeping as fast as possible, and even counting the sheep to a thousand and one, he still couldn't fall asleep.
But even so, Feng Qingchen ordered herself not to move, let alone look back. This time, she had to take the initiative to make matters clear to Uncle Nine Emperors, otherwise she would feel confused.
Uncle Nine Emperors doesn't like to come into contact with women, but even if he touches himself, there will be two if one touches him. Who knows where this smell of makeup comes from...
Feng Qingchen wanted to explain, but Uncle Jiuhuang refused to explain. The two of them stayed in a stalemate all night. Feng Qingchen lay on the bed and stayed awake all night. Uncle Jiuhuang stood beside the bed and also stayed awake all night. When they got up the next day, they both
People's faces don't look very good.
"snort……"
When Feng Qingchen got up and passed by Jiuhuangshu, he said goodbye without any respect. No matter how ugly Uncle Jiuhuang's face was, he went straight to wash up and have breakfast.
Uncle Jiuhuang smelled the smell on his body, which was so light that it was almost gone. He also packed up and had breakfast with Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen felt guilty after seeing that Uncle Nine Emperors had done nothing wrong at all. He frowned and decided to ask. Last night, he was under too much pressure due to the Zuoan incident and was in an unfamiliar environment. It was inevitable that he was a bit hysterical and irrational.
After finishing breakfast, Feng Qingchen cleared her throat and pretended not to care and said, "Ahem, what happened last night?"
"I went to Huafang to meet someone." Seeing Feng Qingchen mentioning what happened last night again, Uncle Nine Emperors was not impatient and repeated.
"Aren't you allergic to fragrance? Why did you have a strange smell yesterday, but I didn't see any symptoms of allergies in you." Feng Qingchen suddenly realized that Uncle Nine Emperors most likely didn't know what he was angry about.
She felt deeply frustrated.
This man is smart when he should be smart, but when he shouldn't be smart, he is very clever.
Uncle Nine Emperors would be angry with her for being too close to Wang Jinling, but have you ever thought that she would also be angry with him for being too close to another woman?
Su Wan, Chu Changhua, one after another, although the Nine Emperors Uncle did not have much contact with them, but...these two women were eyeing the position of the Ninth Princess.
She will also be worried and scared.
Only when the Nine Emperors Uncles had no princess, could she be with the Nine Emperors Uncles with peace of mind, but what if the Nine Emperors Uncles had a princess?
Can she still shamelessly maintain this kind of relationship with Uncle Nine Emperors and become a third party that she hates?
Feng Qingchen looked at Uncle Nine Emperors, with unconcealable sadness in his eyes. Uncle Nine Emperors was startled. Although he didn't kill people like Ma, why would Feng Qingchen be sad?
Seeing and hearing, how can you feel refreshed after coming out of the flower boat?"
Uncle Jiuhuang said what Xiling Tianyu said. After Feng Qingchen heard it, he lowered his head slightly to hide the hurt in his eyes.
Do you think she is an idiot? Does she have to smell like makeup when she comes out of the boat? She just needs to smell like alcohol. She really can't accept this reason.
But if Uncle Nine Emperors said it, she was willing to believe it once.
Huh... Feng Qingchen took a breath and said with a smile: "Uncle Nine Emperors, are you busy today?"
"It's okay." What he wanted to do was completed yesterday, and all that's left is to wait for the results.
"Since you have nothing to do, then accompany me to find Zuo An. I thought of a way to make him willing to protect me." After saying that, Feng Qingchen took the lead to walk out, walking very quickly, as if he intended to open up the distance between the Nine Emperors Uncle and her.
distance.
As he got closer, he could still smell the fragrance of Uncle Nine Emperors. When he thought about the source of the fragrance and the reasons given by Uncle Nine Emperors, Feng Qingchen couldn't help but laugh.
Going out in broad daylight, it was difficult to take the carriage prepared by the inn, and Uncle Nine Emperors was not willing to go to the car dealership to rent someone else's car, so the two of them walked out.
As soon as they left the inn, Feng Qingchen noticed something was wrong. They seemed to be being followed. Feng Qingchen did not dare to turn around and talk to Uncle Nine Emperors in detail, so he had to close his eyes and walk out towards the busiest street.
Feng Qingchen looked at the stalls on the street, but in fact he was paying attention to the people following them. After confirming that it was not his suspicion, Feng Qingchen stopped in front of a stall selling pearl hairpins and picked them up.
When Uncle Nine Emperors walked behind her, Feng Qingchen casually picked up a beaded hairpin, turned around and said to Uncle Nine Emperor Emperors, "Does it look good?"
With a shy smile and a hint of expectation, Feng Qingchen felt that her acting skills were good, and she played the role of a newlywed daughter-in-law so well.
"It's beautiful." Uncle Nine Emperors said it rightly.
"Then can you plug it in for me?" Feng Qingchen held up the hairpin and handed it to Uncle Nine Emperors. They looked at each other attentively, tenderly and affectionately. Even the hawker selling hairpins could tell that this was a newly married couple.
The couple had a good relationship, and the vendor quickly recommended it: "This lady has good taste, and this plum blossom hairpin matches her very well."
Ahem, Feng Qingchen is wearing a woman's bun.
Plum blossom hairpin?
When Feng Qingchen heard what the vendor said, she realized that she had picked it casually and picked out the only plum blossom hairpin on the stall. She felt indescribable disappointment in her heart for a moment.
Bits and pieces of the journey to Xiling came to mind again. What happened on that journey were very precious memories for her. She saw the simplest Uncle Nine Emperors and loved her with the simplest and most direct actions.
, dote on her, only have eyes for her.
And when he arrived at Xiling, Uncle Nine Emperors became that enigmatic man again, with thousands of calculations and plans in his mind, and he could turn his hands into clouds and turn them into rain.
Such a gap made Feng Qingchen unable to adapt for a while.
When the vendor saw Uncle Nine Emperors staring at Feng Qingchen without blinking and reaching out to pick up the pearl hairpin without knowing it, the vendor started to laugh. As soon as he started talking, Uncle Nine Emperors glanced at him and he was so frightened that he shut up quickly.
Uncle Nine Emperors took the hairpin, leaned forward, and inserted the hairpin carefully. The two of them were so close that Feng Qingchen could still smell the scent of Uncle Nine Emperors' body that had not faded, and she instantly regained her composure.
"We are being followed." Feng Qingchen leaned into Jiuhuangshu's arms, asked him to adjust her hairpin, and took the opportunity to speak...