Wang Qi's ward had the most guards outside. These people dared not to greet Dongling Ziluo when they saw him, but they didn't have the courage to see the Nine Emperors Uncle. Without any hesitation, the guards knelt down one after another and shouted: "See the Nine Emperors Uncle, a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years."
Chitose."
The sound insulation effect of the wooden house is definitely not good, and the guard's voice is not quiet, and it is impossible for Feng Qingchen not to hear it.
"I'm really impatient." Feng Qingchen had a smile in his eyes, but he didn't stop what he was doing. He knocked off the bottle cap with a snap, raised the syringe to draw out the medicine in the bottle, and threw the empty bottle aside.
Feng Qingchen didn't take what was happening outside the door to her heart at all. She believed that Uncle Nine Emperors knew what she was doing and would not come in to disturb her. After drawing the potion, she prepared to inject Wang Qi.
Because the dose of medicine in the syringe was large, Feng Qingchen chose to inject it intramuscularly. Wang Qi's arms were all wrapped in bandages, so Feng Qingchen could only choose to inject into his buttocks.
Buttocks are rich in muscles, less irritating, rich in blood vessels, and easy to absorb. They are also the best choice. Feng Qingchen asked the secret guard maid to step forward and help take off Wang Qi's pants.
When the secret guard maid heard that the Nine Emperors were coming, she was still a little hesitant at first, but seeing Feng Qingchen's calm appearance, she calmed down and stepped forward to unbutton Wang Qi's pants.
Judging from the sharp movements of the two maids, you knew it wasn't the first time. Besides, Feng Qingchen didn't let them take off all of Wang Qi's pants, only a quarter of them were exposed.
Feng Qingchen picked up the cotton swab on the side and wiped it on Wang Qi's buttocks to facilitate the injection. When he was about to inject, he heard a loud "bang" sound. Feng Qingchen was startled and reflexively
He raised his head and met the angry face of Uncle Nine Emperors.
"Feng Qingchen, what are you doing?" As soon as he came in, he saw Feng Qingchen touching Wang Jinhan's buttocks, and being blocked by someone outside the door, Jiuhuangshu was furious.
"Me?" Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. If it weren't for his high professionalism and steadier hands, Feng Qingchen would have left the needle on Wang Qi's buttocks.
"I'm giving Wang Qi an injection." Realizing that she was distracted, Feng Qingchen quickly recovered her mind and gave Uncle Nine Emperors an apologetic look, indicating that he had something to talk about later.
Feng Qingchen lowered his head and slowly injected the medicine in the needle into Wang Qi's body. Fearing that something might go wrong, Feng Qingchen kept looking at the needle intently, but in the eyes of Uncle Nine Emperors, he kept staring at Wang Jinhan's buttocks.
Uncle Jiuhuang couldn't believe that Feng Qingchen took off another man's clothes in front of him and touched another man's buttocks. He couldn't accept it.
His hands were clenched into fists with bulging veins. Uncle Nine Emperors told himself to calm down and never rush forward. If he interrupted Feng Qingchen's movements, Feng Qingchen would definitely fall out with him, but...
This short injection process, for Uncle Jiuhuang, was longer than today's morning session. Uncle Jiuhuang just kept watching, watching Feng Qingchen pull out the needle and hold the small stick in his hand to press the place where the needle was just inserted.
, and then heard Feng Qingchen say to the secret guard maid: "Put your clothes on for the Seventh Young Master."
For the first time, the Nine Emperors Uncle discovered that his endurance was so good. It was not until the secret guard maid took care of Wang Qi that the Nine Emperors Uncle said: "Get out."
The gloomy tone and suffocating low pressure all told the secret guard maid that Uncle Nine Emperors was very angry. The secret guard maid did not even dare to say anything and ran out trembling.
Feng Qingchen frowned and glanced sideways at Uncle Nine Emperors, but said nothing. He carefully put away the syringe and the empty medicine bottle. After doing all this, he walked to Uncle Nine Emperors and said, "Let's go out and talk."
Uncle Nine Emperors was angry, as anyone with eyes would know. Feng Qingchen didn't know why Uncle Nine Emperors were angry, but she knew that this was not the right place to talk.
"Hmph..." Uncle Nine Emperors glanced at Feng Qingchen coldly and arrogantly, turned around and walked out.
That look...arrogant, ignoring everything, not taking anyone or anything seriously, just like the first time he saw Feng Qingchen in a state of embarrassment, just one look could make people run cold to the bone and leave Feng Qingchen dumbfounded.
He stared blankly at the back of Uncle Nine Emperors, not daring to move.
what happened?
"Follow me." Uncle Jiuhuang saw that Feng Qingchen hadn't come out yet, so he stopped and turned around, but he didn't mean to wait for Feng Qingchen and continued walking forward.
"Miss." The housekeeper was too frightened by the low pressure between Uncle Nine Emperors and Feng Qingchen to speak. He was also afraid that something might happen to Feng Qingchen, so he looked at her worriedly.
Feng Qingchen forced a smile: "I'm fine."
Taking a deep breath, suppressing the chill in his heart, Feng Qingchen quickly followed him, going over the recent events in his mind. Apart from destroying the Ninth Princess' formal uniform, Feng Qingchen didn't think he had done anything wrong.
What.
Isn't Uncle Nine Emperors stingy enough to get so angry over a piece of clothing?
It's just a piece of clothing. Although it represents the identity of the ninth princess, it can be done by the people in the palace. If Cha is not angry about this, then what is it?
Feng Qingchen really couldn't think of anything else she had done that would make Uncle Nine Emperors angry.
All the people around the study were driven away by the Nine Emperors Uncle. Even the secret guards could only guard in the distance. Feng Qingchen walked into the study and saw the Nine Emperors Uncle sitting in front of the desk, with an icy chill all over his body.
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"Close the door." Uncle Jiuhuang said coldly. Feng Qingchen felt guilty. Although he didn't like Uncle Jiuhuang's commanding tone, he still cooperated obediently and closed the door with a snap. He also leaned on the back of the door, not daring to do so.
Go forward.
"Uncle Nine Emperors, are you okay?" Feng Qingchen asked cautiously, leaning against the door, looking defensive.
"I am fine, the only one who is in trouble is you." His deep eyes were bottomless, and the Nine Emperors Uncle looked at Feng Qingchen without any warmth in his eyes.
Uncle Nine Emperors was really angry this time. Thinking of the scene he just saw in the cabin, Uncle Nine Emperors had the urge to kill. If he hadn't been sane, Wang Jinhan would be a corpse now.
Feng Qingchen pointed to his nose with a puzzled look on his face: "Me? What can I do?"
Is it possible that the emperor knew that she had damaged the Ninth Princess' formal uniform, and then put the blame on Dongling Ziluo? Probably not, no one can find evidence for this matter.
"Do you want me to tell you everything?" Uncle Nine Emperors sneered.
Feng Qingchen frowned: "Qingchen is confused, please ask Uncle Nine Emperors to explain clearly."
"You are a tough talker. I remind you that the Ninth Princess is in service." Uncle Ninth Emperor would never admit that he was angry because Feng Qingchen touched Wang Jinhan's buttocks.
He could not care about Feng Qingchen and Wang Jinling sleeping together in the wild, so how could he care about such a trivial matter? However, he did not see it with his own eyes.
As the saying goes, out of sight is out of mind, so sleeping together in the wild is an unavoidable choice. Both of them will be tightly wrapped and not show any skin, unlike what they just saw. Feng Qingchen went directly to touch other men, and
He really couldn't bear to touch that part again...
Sure enough, it was about the clothes. Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief quietly: "Uncle Nine Emperors, you have also given me the Nine Princess's formal clothes. They are mine. I have the right to dispose of them. I admit my method of disposal."
It was a little rough, but at the time, I had no better way."
Feng Qingchen did not deny it anymore. If Uncle Nine Emperors asked, it meant that he knew the truth about the ruined clothes. If she continued to deny it, Uncle Nine Emperors would probably be angry to death...
A note to readers: At the beginning of the month, Caicai bit her finger to ask for monthly tickets.