I heard that the prince and Miss Jiuyin had a serious quarrel last night. As for the reason for the quarrel, no one knows.

I only know that there was a sound of smashing things in the bedroom later, and I don’t know what things were smashed. Fortunately, I didn’t hear any screams, and it didn’t cause domestic violence.

Although their noise finally stopped, no one knew what happened inside. The guards guarding the yard spent the whole night in fear. It was not until the next day that they saw the two of them going out safe and sound that everyone was completely relieved.

tone.

With the girl Jiuyin's weakness, it is absolutely impossible for her to bully the prince. What everyone is afraid of is that the prince will strangle her to death in a fit of anger, and he will definitely regret it in the future.

We have been together for a long time, how could we not know the importance of Jiuyin in Prince Yi's heart.

Even if he gave up his arm for her, who would dare to doubt Miss Jiuyin's status in Prince Yi's Mansion?

I don’t know what method Miss Jiuyin used to appease their prince. When the two of them went out early the next morning, not only did they not look at all vindictive, but they were inseparable, like a young couple in love.

What is particularly shocking is that when Prince Yi looked at Miss Jiuyin today, his eyes were filled with doting light, and the sweet smile on his lips never disappeared. He looked as if he had eaten honey.

Even people who see him can feel the sweetness.

Girl, what did you feed the prince?

"Your Majesty, Liu Wencheng committed suicide out of fear of crime, and his body was found in his bedroom." Jingchuan reported in the study.

Feng Chenye nodded, squeezed Jiuyin's little hand, and casually replied: "Yes."

Not knowing what this "um" meant, Jingchuan was stunned for a moment and then said: "Your Majesty, do you still want to continue to monitor that place?"

"Yeah." He responded lightly again, gently rubbing his long fingers along Jiuyin's fingertips.

"So when does the prince plan to leave for the imperial city?" Since Liu Wencheng has "committed suicide out of fear of crime," the evidence of his crime will soon be submitted back to the palace and handed over to the emperor. They will have to rest for a few days before it is time to go back.

After waiting for Feng Chenye's response for a long time, Jingchuan glanced at him again and asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, we..."

"It's up to you to decide." Feng Chenye stroked Jiuyin's lips with his long fingers, looking at her two thin pink lips, the darkness in his eyes deepened. "I'm tired, let's go back to the room and rest."

Jiuyin secretly rolled his eyes and wished he could kick him out.

She could already see the evil desire in his eyes when he took her hand and squeezed it. Jingchuan was still talking to him, but he was so distracted that he didn't listen to her words at all.

"Since the prince is in ill health, I will take my leave first." Jingchuan was helpless. It was obvious that Prince Deyi was very...so what, Meng Lang! No matter how much he had to say, he did not dare to stay and continue talking.

"Miss Jiuyin, please take good care of the prince. I would like to thank you in advance." After saying that, he leaned towards the two of them and left the door.

When there were only two people left in the room, Feng Chenye immediately held Jiuyin's little hand and urged: "Hurry, go back to the room and serve me."

"I'm tired." I'm really tired. It's not fun to serve him.

"I'll try to be as fast as possible."

"don't want."

"I command you to have it!"

"..."

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After being raised in the courtyard for another two days, Feng Chenye's body recovered a lot.

However, there is one problem that cannot be solved. Not only can I not hold the sword with my right hand, it is also difficult to hold a pen.

But when he came to Fengqi to inspect the Great Wall repair project, he always had to submit all the testimonies and evidence in writing.

But since he couldn't hold a pen, he couldn't do the job.

So for the past two days, he had been forcing Jiuyin to practice calligraphy. It was really because Jiuyin's handwriting was too bad. It didn't have the grace of a flying dragon or a phoenix, nor did it have the graceful charm of an ordinary rich lady. Anyway, it looked ugly anyway.

Because of this word, Prince Yi often mocked her in her ears.

Jiuyin didn't want to, but she had hardly touched a writing brush in modern times, so how could she write well in a short period of time?

For two days, Feng Chenye kept forcing her to practice calligraphy. Even Ruhua and Qingtong were summoned to teach her how to practice calligraphy step by step. After two days, although her calligraphy was still not good-looking, it was finally good enough.

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"If my father knew that I kept such a talentless and virtuous woman by my side, I'm afraid that she would be ignored again next time I enter the palace."

After Ruhua and Qingtong went out, Feng Chenye immediately put away his cold and indifferent mask and began to mock again.

Jiuyin finally saw this man clearly. He usually seemed cold and cool, but that was all an image deliberately created in front of outsiders. Whenever there were only two of them left, he was so cool.

The gangster look appeared.

He loses his temper at every turn, acts petty at every turn, is childish and irritable, and does not have the temperament of a prince at all, just like a child who has not grown up.

She raised her head and rolled her eyes at him, and Jiuyin said displeasedly: "You try to practice calligraphy well in two days, and I will sincerely admire you."

"You mean you've never written before?" Feng Chenye raised his eyebrows, thinking it was ridiculous: "A holy lady can't even write, isn't it embarrassing to say it?"

I don’t know what the vision of their national master, Xi Chuna, actually chose her to be a saint.

"You didn't use your beauty to seduce the Imperial Master, right?" After much deliberation, this was the only possibility.

Jiuyin was too lazy to pay attention to him. From this mouth, he couldn't hear a single good word.

She picked up the brush again and practiced carefully. This time she wrote three words carefully.

Feng Chenye glanced at it casually and was immediately struck hard by those three words.

As soon as the last stroke was written, he raised his palm, picked up the paper, looked left and right, looked at it for a long time before snorting coldly: "I have never seen such ugly calligraphy, but I still have the nerve to write it."

The king’s name.”

When did his name appear in such an ugly form? He folded the paper casually, seemingly carelessly, but carefully. He took it into his arms when she wasn't paying attention, and looked down at her coldly.

He hummed: "Practice again. If you don't practice well, you won't be allowed to eat."

"I've already eaten." Jiuyin curled his lips, feeling a little depressed.

What's wrong with the three words "Feng Chenye" ​​she just wrote? They were obviously the three most beautiful words she wrote. She wrote them so carefully, but he actually made her words worthless.

She took another piece of paper, thought about it, suddenly curled her lips, and wrote three words.

Originally, Feng Chenye felt a little sweet when he saw her writing his name, but now he glanced casually, and when he saw the three words she wrote, his face suddenly darkened, and his forehead was covered with black lines.

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He scooped it up again with a big palm, and before the nine notes were finished writing, the white paper had already fallen into his hand.

After taking a look, he crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can nearby: "I don't know what it means."

"Do you think the words Zhan Qingcheng are much prettier than your name just now?" Jiuyin looked at him fearlessly and said with a smile: "Sure enough, the person is good-looking, and the name is also prettier."

"What do you mean?" These words completely angered Prince Yi. Looking at that little head, he really wanted to twist it off and kick it out as a cuju.

"How can that guy have one ten thousandth of my charm?" He gritted his teeth.

"I don't have your charm, but I'm more beautiful than you."

Jiuyin has really gained courage now. After spending so many days with him, her original fear of him has dissipated a lot. Now, she often just treats him as a big boy.

The cold image that Prince Yi created in his early days has long since faded away.

Feng Chenye was so aroused by her that his handsome eyebrows knitted together tightly. He stared at her perfect profile and said in an evil manner: "If you dare to write his name again, I will destroy your hand."

"If you cripple my hand, who will help you write the booklet and submit it to me?" Jiuyin glanced at him and snorted coldly.

"There are many ghostwriters, and I don't lack one of you."

Jiuyin pursed her lips and brought out another piece of paper, but did not write down. She just looked up at him and saw that his eyes were obviously burning with anger. She smiled lightly and finally stopped arguing with him.

Her little hand tugged at the corner of his clothes, and a flattering smile spread across her lips: "I'm just joking with you, why are you so angry?"

Feng Chenye snorted coldly and turned away from the smiling flower on her lips. Every time she made him angry, she pretended to be as docile as a puppy to please him. He even doubted whether this woman had already taken advantage of him.

Have to die?

She thought that no matter what she did wrong, he would forgive her and not have the heart to punish her, right?

Where has all the meekness towards him gone?

Seeing that he still had a cold face and was completely unwilling to listen to her words, Jiuyin grabbed him again and said with a smile: "My lord, you are not angry again, are you? Didn't you agree that you won't do anything about it in the future?"

Are you angry?"

"Not angry." Although he was so angry that he wanted to slap her away with his palm, he knew that he couldn't let it go.

Jiuyin's long fingers slowly crawled up to the back of his hand, picked up his fingertips, and gently tugged: "Your Majesty, please don't cripple his right hand, okay? If you cripple it, would you?"

,Who will serve you in the future?"

"There are many people outside rushing to serve me." Even if you queue up, you can definitely queue from Fengqi to the gate of Prince Yi's Mansion in the Imperial City.

He still snorted coldly, obviously ungrateful, and threw her little hand away with a casual gesture.

"Then the prince is also willing to let them take care of the bath?"

"So what?"

However, just thinking about those women's hands messing around and touching him made me sick to death.

He really didn't want to get close to an unrelated woman, and he didn't know why, but he didn't resist this woman's approach.

Jiuyin didn't take his resistance to heart at all, and still asked with a smile: "Then the prince doesn't mind them serving you for your convenience?"

"Are you itchy?" He suddenly lowered his eyes and stared at her, the anger in his eyes was strong enough to burn her to ashes.

Jiuyin then put down the brush, held his big palm with both hands and said softly: "I'm kidding you, why are you always so easy to get angry? You know, life is too ordinary, wouldn't it be nice to have some jokes now and then? Don't be angry.
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