Nine princes get married

In the next few days, because Zhuang Jiu has his own affairs to be busy, Qian Rong will mostly accompany Cang Mo and the others.After traveling all the way in the capital, even though many people didn't know Cang Mo, they were very respectful because of Qian Rong's respectful attitude towards them.On the contrary, seeing Qian Rongzhen being treated as a "princess" along the way, Mu Xiu laughed so hard that his stomach ached. Although Cang Mo and Su Sining were calmer, the smile on the corners of their mouths was not hidden .

Xiaoqian is very depressed...

The main reason for Cang Mo and Su Sining to come to the imperial city this time is to consult Dr. Huang.When Qian Rong and Zhuang Jiuda were married last time, they came here once. Dr. Huang prescribed some medicines for Su Sining, and told him to come back for a follow-up visit after a while.

Qian Rong took them to Dr. Huang's clinic, Su Sining and Cang Mo entered the inner room, but Qian Rong and Mu Xiu did not follow.

Sitting in the outer hall drinking tea, Qian Rong finally put down his teacup when Mu Xiu kept peeking at him out of the corner of his eyes: "If you have something to say, just say it, if you don't say it, let's go out and do a few tricks."

Mu Xiu shrugged his shoulders: "You are a princess now, remember to be dignified."

"..." Qian Rong slapped the table, pointed at Mu Xiu's nose, "I have endured you for a long time!"

Mu Xiuzuo shook his head helplessly: "Look at you, you have been married to the Ninth Prince's Mansion for a long time, why are you still not stable at all?"

When Qian Rong was about to explode, a hearty voice sounded behind him: "That's because I like Xiaoqian's lively and aura side."

Mu Xiu got up, cupped his hands and bowed: "I have seen the Ninth Prince."

"You're welcome." Zhuang Jiu smiled and walked to Qian Rong's side.

"Why are you here?" Qian Rong squinted at him.

"I don't have any other business today, so I want to stay with you. I can't always make you work so hard alone." Zhuang Jiu said thoughtfully.

Qian Rong wanted to smile or not, and then took another look at Mu Xiu, the kid really had a look of trying to hold back a smile and a little bit of playfulness.

"Actually, it's not because of you," Zhuang Jiu sighed lightly, "You just think that Mr. Su wants to see a doctor, and you don't want to think about whether you need it too."

Qian Rong paused slightly and looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Didn't you have a bad night's rest these days?" Zhuang Jiu said seriously, "Last time I took your pulse secretly, and it wasn't very stable."

"When did you take my pulse?" Qian Rong's mouth twitched.

"That day when we fought against each other." Zhuang Jiu replied.

"Doctor Huang also said last time that if you feel any discomfort, you'd better come and let him take a look." Zhuang Jiu said again.

Mu Xiu looked at Qian Rong less jokingly and more concerned.The last time the Nine Kings had an accident, Yinsong Castle also knew about it.

Qian Rong curled his lips: "Let's talk about it after the Castle Master and the others leave."

"Why did you drive us away?" Cang Mo pushed open the curtain separating the inner and outer rooms and came out with a curious expression on his face.

Then the young man who came out followed with a smile.

Qian Rong sighed: "Castle Master, you are also making fun of me..."

Su Sining smiled lightly and said, "Doctor Huang finished reading it for me, let you go in."

... Zhuang Jiu immediately put his arms around Qian Rong's waist: "I'll be with you."

Qian Rong froze for a moment, for some reason, it was fine in front of outsiders, even with people from Yinsongbao present, he couldn't get angry, so he had to follow Zhuang Jiu into the inner room.

In the outer hall, seeing the figures of the two people disappear behind the curtain, the three people left behind burst out laughing.

The old gentleman with fair-spirited, white hair and childlike face carefully took Qian Rong's pulse, his brows stretched and furrowed for a while, watching Zhuang Jiu and Qian Rong's hearts go up and down.In the end, he slowly shook his head and let go of Qian Rong's wrist.

"How?" Zhuang Jiu, who was worried about Qian Rong's health, asked anxiously.

Huang Lao wrote the prescription without raising his eyelids: "It's okay, go back and take some medicine and continue to recuperate."

... "It's okay, why are you shaking your head all the time?" Zhuang Jiu tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I just shook my head when I have nothing to do." Huang Lao raised his head and gave him a look, then turned to Qian Rong and stared at him.

Qian Rong was stared at inexplicably, and his vest was a little cold.

Huang Lao looked at Zhuang Jiu again, and Zhuang Jiu also looked at him innocently.

"Hmm," Mr. Huang buried his head in writing the prescription again, "The energy is high, and the couple's life is not good?"

... "Ahem!" Qian Rong choked on his own saliva.

Zhuang Jiu slowly evoked a treacherous smile: "It's a little bit...Xiaoqian is more shy...Thank you, Mr. Huang, for your concern."

Qian Rong raised his foot and crushed Zhuang Jiu's instep hard.

Mr. Huang didn't seem to see their "flirtatious" scene. After writing a prescription, he wrote another one slowly: "This prescription is for you to clear the fire and recuperate. But in the final analysis, young people, although they have restraint It’s good, but it’s not good to confine them too much.”

"..." Qian Rong's face turned red and then turned pale, and he deeply doubted the world—why even the respected Doctor Huang could say such amazing words.

Zhuang Jiu smiled playfully: "Yes, thank you, Mr. Huang, for your guidance."

Qian Rong, who returned to the palace, still hadn't recovered from the "horror" just now.Then they became angry again. It was Zhuang Jiu, who was duplicity in appearance, who was always making a high-profile appearance of their "harmony and happiness", which made everyone gradually feel that all this was so natural.

Sip some tea to suppress the anger──he is so depressed every day, it's no wonder that the fire is not strong...

The young man in white on the opposite side looked at him with a smile and said nothing.

The master in black went to discuss business with Zhuang Jiu, and he drank tea with the master in white here.

The scenery in the Nine Kings Mansion is very nice, it is already early summer, they are in a pavilion in a bamboo forest, the breeze is blowing, it is actually very refreshing.

Qian Rong was looked at a little hairy, sighed and said: "If you have anything to say, just say it."

Su Sining raised his eyebrows lightly: "I have nothing to say."

"..." Qian Rong curled his lips, "As the master of Yinsong Castle, don't you want to show your condolences to your subordinates?"

"You are newly married, and you are in great power. The Nine Kings trust you completely. Do you have any troubles?" Su Sining said softly.

Qian Rong stared at him for a while, trying to see whether he was joking or telling the truth.

Su Sining didn't evade, but only smiled.

"You know exactly what annoys me." Qian Rong sighed deeply.

"What's the matter?" Su Sining asked.

"Of course it's the Ninth Prince—"

"He doesn't distinguish between black and white, and it's hard to tell whether it's true or not?" Su Sining asked, and then smiled softly, and said slowly, "You also said that you are from Silver Pine Castle, and you are only working for Silver Pine Castle now. Neither of us doubts your sincerity, nor do you yourself."

Qian Rong looked at him suspiciously.

"What if it's another person?" Su Sining lowered his eyes, picked up the teacup and gently blew off the tea foam, "It's not the Ninth Prince, but whoever, who is also cooperating with Yinsongbao, and you need to do this with him If the illusion confuses everyone, what will happen to you?"

Qian Rong was stunned for a moment, then fell silent, not answering him.

Su Sining smiled: "I will be loyal to my duty and try my best to do my duty."

"But this person is him, what kind of prince, he only knows how to play hooligans..." Qian Rong said, but obviously lacked confidence.

"Being with him day and night, you know better than us what kind of person the Nine Kings are." Su Sining continued, "Go in and out together, do things together, and take care of the affairs of the Nine Kings' Mansion in an orderly manner. You even put yourself in a trap to save him. Dangerous situation, seriously injured. These are all things you don't want to do?"

"Of course not..." Qian Rong's voice became lower and lower.

"Xiaoqian, where do you complain?" Su Sining tilted his head and asked.

Qian Rong lowered his head, as if thinking.

Su Sining didn't want him to answer either, but let him be quiet.Slowly sipping tea by himself.

The wind brought a bamboo leaf down on the stone table, Qian Rong sighed silently, then raised his head, his face was very calm.

Su Sining looked at him and smiled slightly.

"...No more grievances." Qian Rong replied.

Su Sining was silent.

"...Master, how long have you known?" Qian Rong asked with a sigh.

"Not long." Su Sining replied.

"Where is the castle master?" asked again

"Not long." replied.

"...Thank you, master, for your concern." Qian Rong sighed again.

"Isn't it what I should do?" Su Sining smiled slightly and asked back.

...Okay, okay, this master is really worthy of the status of "master of the house" because he is thoughtful and meticulous...

Qian Rong sat in front of the window, the sky was already dark.

After Su Sining was taken away by Cang Mo, before Zhuang Jiu came back, he sat in front of this window all afternoon.

Sometimes thinking about things, sometimes my head is empty.

He was naturally awakened by the conversation with Su Sining during the day.

Why are you angry with Zhuang Jiu?He didn't even care that he was injured and his life was in danger because of saving him.And some trivial things can make him jump?

... What is annoying is not that he married into the palace as a man—if he completely regarded this matter as a task to complete.If it was just a "task", then he would take the role of "Prince Concubine" and what he did for the palace and Zhuang Jiu for granted, and he would be full of anger because of Zhuang Jiu's actions every day.

Holding his forehead, he sighed helplessly. After all, what he cared about was Zhuang Jiu's ambiguous attitude.And why would you care? ──If he really can't figure it out, he might as well resign from his position at Silver Pine Castle and sell pork instead.

All the reason is that he has expectations for Zhuang Jiu.Qi Zhuangjiu is sincere, not acting.

I don't know when it started, maybe "after marriage", maybe earlier.At that time Zhuang Jiu ran after him, at that time he saw the impatience and disgust in Zhuang Jiu's eyes, and at that time he heard him say that he is naturally suitable, but he may not like it.

Because Zhuang Jiu can also see through those things in his heart.So my heart was burned by his sight?Thinking of this, his cheeks felt a little hot.

However, with another sigh, it was clear that he was powerless to deal with this expectation.Affection is not something that can come true with expectations.What he cares about doesn't necessarily mean he cares about him.

It's not difficult to admit that you have feelings for that person, but it's also easy to bury your feelings.Since there is nothing you can do, then do your job well and treat it as completing a task.

Xiaoqian figured it out.

Zhuang Jiu was very confused.

Qian Rong is now very law-abiding and conscientious, playing the role of the Ninth Prince's favorite concubine very well.Zhuang Jiu said east, he never went west.If Zhuang Jiu teased him in front of others again, he would just blame him at most, but not get angry.He also wholeheartedly worked for the welfare of Zhuang Jiu in the council attended by many dignitaries.

Everyone in the palace looked at this "dignified and virtuous" "Prince Concubine" and sighed that the Nine Kings and their husbands were more affectionate than usual...Zhao Xiaoqiang and the others were only surprised, and wondered what kind of muscle Master Qian Rong had got out── Or break -- and there is such a transformation.

However, Zhuang Jiu clearly felt that that person was really reasonable to him now, in other words, he was very far away from him... He had made so much effort before, and the distance between them had been shortened a lot Ah... I really want to cry but have no tears.

Zhuang Jiu was very depressed.

...Yes, it was false at first, and then it was true. However, during the day and night together, he gradually found that his eyes stayed on him more and more, and he was always silly because he was happy, because He was hurt and distressed... But he could only keep his face, because although he was greedy for his agility and anger, he didn't want to really trap him or break his wings.

However, you thought that even if you couldn't make him fall in love with you, you could at least get closer to him because you were so obsessed with him?Result──Who will explain to him? !

"Why didn't you tell him that the Nine Kings are still half-hearted after all." On the way back to Yinsong Castle, Cang Mo asked with a smile while holding Su Sining in his arms.

Su Sining smiled and looked at the scenery passing by the car window: "It's not interesting for them to worry about other people's housework."

Zhuang Jiu was depressed, but life still had to go on.

Today, a distinguished guest came to Nine Princes Mansion.

This person has red lips, white teeth, and delicate features. He is twelve or thirteen years old. His face is mature and childish, and there is a natural majesty between his eyebrows.

"Little Thirteen heard that Ninth Emperor Uncle talked about the princess for a long time, and always wanted to come and see it." The current Thirteenth Prince Zhuang Yi looked at Qian Rong with a smile on his lips, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

Qian Rong also responded with a smile: "Qian Rong has met the Thirteenth Prince."

"Your Majesty, you don't need to be too polite." Zhuang Yi raised her hand and said, "I have always been close to Nine Emperor Uncles, and I hope that I can get along well with your Majesty in the future."

"Qian Rong should die after devoting himself to the thirteen princes." Qian Rong replied with a smile.

"Why do you have to be so polite?" Zhuang Yi frowned.

... Is there a situation?Today Zhao Xiaoqiang went out to do errands with the Nine Kings, leaving Qin Gang to accompany Qian Rong.Qin Gang secretly dripped a drop of sweat, the posture of the thirteenth prince was clearly here to give Qian Rong a bad start.

"His Highness is polite to Qian Rong, and Qian Rong is naturally polite to His Highness." Qian Rong said.

Zhuang Yi was silent for a while, then smiled again: "Okay, okay, okay, she is indeed the concubine favored by Uncle Nine Emperors. There seems to be a reason for Xiao Shisan to be neglected by Uncle Emperor."

...So it is actually the children who came to compete with the "Princess"?Qin Gang was thinking

Qian Rong remained calm and dismissed every move.

Zhuang Yi looked at the man in front of him who was calm and neither humble nor overbearing, with a calm expression that didn't match his age, making it impossible to understand his thoughts.

"Your Highness is coming to the Ninth Prince's Mansion this time, does the Ninth Prince know?" Qian Rong asked.

"Uncle Huang doesn't know." Zhuang Yi replied, "It's just that I have admired Madam for a long time, so I came to see her."

"Really?" Qian Rong smiled, "If there is anything wrong with Qian Rong's hospitality, please be more considerate, Your Highness."

"Where." Zhuang Yi replied.

"Why don't you go to the lobby and wait for the Ninth Prince to come back?" Qian Rong asked.

"Okay, sorry to bother you, ma'am."

...Qin Gang and a few servants with more sensitive senses all vaguely felt a trace of sharp cold wind, which made a chill rise from behind...

In the hall, wait for the servant to watch the tea.Zhuang Yi picked up the teacup and breathed slowly, praising: "It smells good, good tea."

"The hospitality is not good, the tea is simple, Your Highness forgive me." Qian Rong said.

"Your Majesty, you are too polite." Zhuang Yi faked a smile, suddenly changed her face, leaned closer, and said with a frown, "Actually, I've always been curious..."

"What?" Qian Rong raised his eyebrows.

"Your Majesty is also a man, how did you become the Ninth Princess?" Zhuang Yi's face was full of curiosity.

Qian Rong raised his eyebrows slightly: "This, it can be regarded as a natural relationship between two people."

"Well, then, with the body of a man, how do you perform sexual intercourse?" Zhuang Yi's expression was very innocent and innocent, and the question was really simple and straight to the point.

...Qian Rong evoked a smile: "His Royal Highness wants to know?"

Zhuang Yi nodded.

"Then please wait a moment." Qian Rong said, "Wait for me to fetch something for Your Highness."

"Okay." Zhuang Yi replied.

Qian Rong went back and forth, and brought back a book of Longyang Erotic Palace, which he handed to Zhuang Yi very generously.

On the other hand, Zhuang Yi finally no longer has the cunning, uh, cunning in her eyes.

"If Your Highness wants to study it in detail, you can take it back to read." Qian Rong said.

The little prince really has half of Zhuang Jiu's skill, but Qian Rong and Zhuang Jiu have been fighting for a long time, how can he fear him?That book was originally used by Zhuang Jiu to tease him, but now it has come in handy by borrowing flowers to present Buddha.

The Thirteenth Prince held the book and finally opened it.

Qian Rong saw that Zhuang Yi's complexion was getting a little stiff, so he leaned forward: "This...well, the most commonly used posture...well, this, generally speaking, the one you accept is more comfortable..."

Zhuang Yi closed the book with a "slap", her face was still calm, but the tips of her ears were already turning red.

Qian Rong shrugged secretly, and continued his efforts: "Your Highness, did you think of someone? I want to do these things with that person..."

"Enough." Zhuang Yi said.

Qian Rong then laughed: "Your Highness is not feeling well? Do you want to go to the guest room to rest?"

"...That's fine. We'll have dinner together when Uncle Huang comes back." Zhuang Yi said, getting up in a hurry.He has his own special room in this palace.

Looking at the back of the thirteen princes, Qin Gang re-examined their princess for the first time.Does it mean that Jiang is still old and hot, or that Qian Rong's nature is like this, and he can do a job with ease?

Qian Rong tidied up his sleeves, his expression normal.

Don't be kidding, he was a staff member after all.In the past, caring would lead to chaos, but now it's not easy to deal with a yellow-mouthed child.

Zhuang Yi blushed, panting, wiped her hands with the handkerchief she was wearing, and threw it aside.

The boat capsized in the gutter.He originally wanted to meet the person in Silver Pine Castle, but just now he was just playing a prank habitually, but unexpectedly, he was seduced by that seemingly harmless man──Is this the person the emperor is looking for?

At noon, Zhuang Jiu returned to the palace, and Qian Rong sent someone to send a message to the thirteenth prince.

Not long after, the thirteenth prince came, and as soon as he appeared on the stage, he plunged into Zhuang Jiu's arms and said coquettishly, "Uncle Huang, you are back."

"Yi'er is good." Zhuang Jiu patted his head, "Did you bully my wife?"

Zhuang Xiaoshisan raised his head and gave him a white look: "I'm fine if I don't get bullied."

Zhuang Jiu looked at him with a smile, and then at Qian Rong: "Why did you bully him?"

"It's just imparting some knowledge," Qian Rong replied lightly, "Is it bullying?"

Zhuang Yi didn't want to tell the truth, so she just kept silent.

Zhuang Jiu let him go, walked to Qian Rong's side, and said with a smile, "My wife is doing it for your own good."

"Yes, the empress is for my own good." Zhuang Yi shrugged.

"Is it called 'Niangniang' so born?" Zhuang Jiu patted him, "Uncle."

"Yes, Uncle Qian." Zhuang Yi was very obedient and well-behaved.

...Xiaoqian's face twitched.

"Uncle Huang, you are really devoted to Uncle Qian as rumored." Zhuang Yi said with a serious smile.

"Of course." Zhuang Jiu turned his obedient face towards Qian Rong.

Xiaoqian pretended not to see it.

Because of her close relationship with Zhuang Jiu, Zhuang Yi would often stay in the Jiuwang Mansion for a while, and this time it was the same.

Knowing that Qian Rong is not a soft persimmon, Zhuang Yi is of course very knowledgeable about current affairs and will not offend the river.Respect each other like a guest, but still don't feel completely at ease with him.Although I learned from Zhuang Jiu that Yinsongbao and Qian Rong can absolutely be trusted, I still have a little bit of vigilance.People in the royal family, whether by nature or cultivation, must be like this.

Naturally, Qian Rong would not take the initiative to provoke Zhuang Yi, even though this half-grown kid was the one Zhuang Jiu tried his best to protect, and it was also the ultimate reason for this "marriage".

Zhuang Yi enjoyed herself, stayed in the palace for two days, and then thought about going out for a walk.After thinking about it, after all, he pretended to leave the palace without notifying Qian Rong.

Zhuang Yi was no stranger to the imperial city, she walked through the streets and alleys with ease, and strolled in the market for about half an hour.There are people behind him secretly protecting him, but he also knows that he doesn't like people to follow, so he stays far away and doesn't attract attention.

After staying at a sugar figurine stall for a while, Zhuang Yi asked the master to make two fat dolls, with a slight smile on his lips, and after paying the money, he held them in his hand and left.

The more she looked at the doll, the cuter it became, and Zhuang Yi's steps gradually became lighter.Gradually walked out of the bustling area, and turned to the sparsely populated common people's residential area.Then he crossed a few streets and stopped in front of a dilapidated large courtyard.

Under the stone lion in front of the gate, a half-sized beggar was dozing off.Suddenly there was a human-shaped shadow in front of him, and it was a person who stopped. The little beggar was about to say thank you, but he saw the familiar pair of purple and yellow shoes.

Looking up in surprise, it really was him!

Zhuang Yi squatted down, smiled and shook the sugar figurine in front of his eyes: "Do you want it?"

The little beggar gave him a white look, and turned his head away.

"You are more tempered than me." Zhuang Yi was not annoyed, "Come here, here you are."

The little beggar took it with a smile: "Why are you here today?"

"Why can't I come today?" Zhuang Yi smiled, stood up, and stretched out her hand.

The little beggar hesitated for a moment, but still stretched out his hand to hold him, and then stood up with his strength: "What are you doing?"

"I'll take you to play." Zhuang Yi said with a smile.

"Where to go?"

Zhuang Yi rolled her eyes and shrugged: "I don't know, you are more familiar than me, aren't you?"

The little beggar remembered that he once said that he was a rich man with strict family education and rarely went out.After thinking about it, he said, "Then I'll take you to Xinghualou, where free pastries are distributed today, so it's still too late."

"Okay." Zhuang Yi smiled, and just agreed, but stopped suddenly, with a dignified expression, as if she was listening to something.

From childhood training to adulthood, martial arts may not be very good, but the alertness to danger is very strong. On the wall behind the little beggar, there are several shadows of people, who are slowly approaching them, but they don't listen to them at all. There is no sound of footsteps or human breath.

Zhuang Yi frowned, immediately took the little beggar's hand, left the crowd, and ran quickly.

"Hey, what are you doing?" The little beggar was startled by him, and ran after him blankly.

Zhuang Yi didn't have time to answer him, and a few seemingly ordinary people were already chasing after them.

The little beggar was dragged around for quite a while, almost out of breath, and was about to ask Zhuang Yi to stop, but suddenly bumped into Zhuang Yi's back who stopped suddenly: "It hurts, hurts... "

In the alley, several people were blocking in front of them.

Zhuang Yi looked behind, and the pursuers had already blocked him.

"Master Thirteen, please come with us." A person in front of him who seemed to be the leader said.

"Who are you?" Zhuang Yi secretly thought something was wrong, it was difficult for her to escape alone, and now there was a little beggar who didn't know martial arts.

"You will know if the thirteenth master has gone with us." The man said, slowly pushing forward.

Zhuang Yi was worried secretly, if it was only her, her life would not be in danger even if she was caught in a short time, but the little beggar... was afraid that they would kill him at any time because they thought the little beggar was worthless.

"Third Uncle?" Zhuang Yi thought about dealing with them.It's all because he walked a little faster in front, throwing those hidden guards a little far away.

"It seems that the thirteenth master is unwilling to take the initiative to leave with us, so don't blame the little ones for doing it." The man said, holding the hilt of the sword in his hand.

The little beggar had long been frightened by this momentum, and secretly squeezed Zhuang Yi's hand, which was holding each other.

Zhuang Yi looked back at him, very worried.

For the first time in my life, I regret knowing him and made good friends with him.Otherwise, it wouldn't have hurt him like this.

While anxious, Zhuang Yi heard a cool voice like the sound of nature: "It's not good for a dozen big men to bully two children."

Zhuang Yi turned her head abruptly and saw his dear Aunt Jiuhuang.

Qian Rong glanced at him, and walked forward slowly: "If you know who I am, then hurry up. A large number of people from the Ninth Prince's Mansion will come soon."

Those people glanced at each other and heard about the Ninth Concubine, but now it seems that he is alone, plus two children, it is inevitable that he will tie his hands and feet and simply fight for a while.

After exchanging a few glances, the group of people immediately drew their swords and rushed forward.

Qian Rong immediately backhanded the two children behind him, and flung out a soft sword in his hand. His moves were not gorgeous, but he resisted the attack of the comer very well, and took advantage of a few gaps to seriously injure them. How many people were there.

Half a quarter of an hour later, the dark guard who had been searching everywhere and finally heard the noise also appeared.Seeing that the situation was not good, the other party finally withdrew his hand: "Withdraw."

Some of the hidden guards chased after them, leaving some to protect the Thirteenth Prince and Ninth Concubine.

"The subordinates are late, are your majesty and Your Highness alright?" the leader bowed his head and cupped his hands.

"It's okay." Qian Rong said lightly, "It's not your fault."

Hearing this, Zhuang Yi bowed her head a little guilty.

Qian Rong glanced at him, but moved his gaze to the boy next to him.

Seeing this imposing man looking at him, the little beggar was a little at a loss, but he still dared to say: "Your face is hurt, it's better to bandage it quickly..."

Hearing this, Qian Rong raised his hand and wiped his cheek with his sleeve, it was a little painful.

"Raise your head, Your Highness." Qian Rong said.

Zhuang Yi raised her head obediently, and apologized first: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have acted recklessly and hurt you."

I wonder if Uncle Nine Emperors will beat him to death...

Qian Rong was expressionless, but asked, "Is this someone important to you?"

Zhuang Yi was surprised, realized that he was asking the little beggar, he hesitated, but still nodded.

"Since it's important, why can't you protect him yourself?" Qian Rong asked.

"Because Xiao Shisan is not strong enough." Zhuang Yi said slowly.

"Since you're not strong enough, why don't you ask for help?" Qian Rong asked again.

"To whom?" Zhuang Yi asked back, suddenly realizing, "Uncle Nine Emperors? You know it's impossible!"

"How do you know if you don't try it?" Qian Rong hugged his chest.

"You don't need to try to know..." Zhuang Yi muttered.

Qian Rong looked at them for a while, then shook his head: "It's much easier to deal with your own people than the enemy, right?"

"..." Zhuang Yi stopped talking.

On the other hand, the little beggar didn't know what they were talking about, so he couldn't get in the conversation, so he kept staring at Qian Rong.

Qian Rong then looked at him questioningly: "What?"

"Your face...you should bandage it quickly..." the little beggar said weakly.

"..." Zhuang Yi was silent about the little beggar's kindness.

"..." Qian Rong evoked a playful smile.

When Zhuang Jiu finished his affairs and returned home, he saw Qian Rong sitting in the hall drinking tea, and he went forward with a flattering expression.When Qian Rong heard him coming, he raised his head and said calmly, "You're back?"

Zhuang Jiu saw the scars on his face that were still clearly visible even though they had been treated with medicine, so his expression turned cold and his eyes sank: "What's wrong with your face?"

The scar stretched from the chin to the corner of the eye, and it would have hurt the eye just a little bit, and it was definitely not caused by me accidentally.

Qian Rong said: "It's okay, the old friend has gone through two tricks."

"The third one is here to trouble you again?" Zhuang Jiu frowned, stepped forward to lift Qian Rong's chin, and looked at the scar, "How could you be so careless? If it's a few centimeters worse..."

Qian Rong smiled faintly: "It's fine." But Zhuang Jiu was so close to him that he could even feel each other's breath, which made him feel a little bit awkward.

"It's Xiao Shisan's fault." A muffled voice came from the corner.

When Zhuang Jiu turned around, Zhuang Yi was standing in a corner of the hall, facing the wall and thinking about the past.

"Say." Zhuang Jiu didn't say much, just said one word in a deep voice.

Seeing that Zhuang Jiu was really angry, Zhuang Yi didn't dare to play any more tricks, so she told the whole thing.Then he stood in the corner of the wall well-behaved and continued to face the wall.

After Zhuang Jiu heard this, he didn't say anything for a long time, but frowned slightly.Qian Rong said, "This is the first time Your Highness has encountered such a thing, so please don't blame him, Your Highness."

"I don't care how he usually plays." Zhuang Jiu turned to him, "But don't talk about self-protection, if you get involved with others, shouldn't you discipline this kind of thing carefully."

...Too bad... This is the only thought in Zhuang Yi's mind.

"Involvement and implication are not the same thing." Qian Rong said, "My mission is to protect you and him. If you can cooperate well, I will be happy. If you just want to enjoy freedom, then what did I do? Anything is up to me."

After hearing this, Zhuang Jiu stared at him, obviously not happy with his answer.

Of course, Qian Rong was not to be outdone, and looked back at him with a calm face.

Zhuang Jiu let go gloomily, flung off his sleeves, and sat down beside him.

"My lord, my master," the maid Xi Niang and the housekeeper who were waiting outside saw that the atmosphere had eased a little, and poked in, "The young master has cleaned up, do you want to..."

Zhuang Jiu looked at Qian Rong suspiciously, and Qian Rong waved his hand: "Bring it in."

So Xi Niang led a boy into the house.

"Little..." Zhuang Yi, who has been worried since seeing him taken away by the servants of the palace, saw that he was fine, and immediately wanted to call him happily, but when she thought that there was still a big Buddha sitting in the hall, her voice only leaked out. It got stuck in the throat again.

The little beggar took a fragrant bath and changed his clothes—although it was not luxurious, but it was always much better than the tattered one in front of him. He looked refreshed and clean, and it was clear that his forehead was plump He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, but his figure is really thin.

"Well, he is a man of good fortune." Qian Rong tilted his head and said.

"Is this your good friend?" Zhuang Jiu asked Zhuang Yi with a good guess.

Zhuang Yi nodded honestly.

"What's your name?" Zhuang Jiu asked the little beggar.

The little beggar was a little timid. This was the first time he faced such a high-ranking person so directly, but he still bit his lips and said softly, "My name is Xiaostool."

Zhuang Jiu stopped talking again.Look at him, then at Zhuang Yi.

Zhuang Yi was apprehensive, and looked at Qian Rong for help.

Qian Rong glanced at him, then looked at Zhuang Jiu.

The corner of Zhuang Jiu's mouth slowly raised an angle, Qian Rong saw this familiar smile, and began to have a bad feeling in his heart.

Sure enough, Zhuang Jiu turned to look at him: "Is this our child?"

... Everyone present took a deep breath, and then thought about finding a place to shelter from the wind and rain.Only Zhuang Yi was different from everyone else, she took a few steps forward at the right time, and said dog-leggedly to Zhuang Jiu: "Congratulations, Uncle Huang has a successor! ── Xiao Shisan also likes this brother very much!"

With a sound of "Dang", it turned out that it was Qian Rong who crushed the teacup in his hand.

Zhuang Jiu persevered: "How? I think this child has a good face, born from his heart, he must be a person of good fortune and kindness. His body is also good. Although it is a bit late to practice martial arts now, he can still teach him a lot. "

"...Let the prince decide." Qian Rong squeezed out these words from between his teeth.

Zhuang Jiu is happy. It has been a long time since Qian Rong spoke to him in such a "friendly" tone, so he turned his head happily: "Okay, little stool, you will be the adopted son of my Jiu Wang from now on, no need Lian, this is also your adoptive father."

The little stool was hit by a big pie that fell from the sky, and he didn't recover for a long time.

Zhuang Jiu continued: "You are so old and you have your own ideas. What do you want to be called? The little stool is not bad, but there must be a more elegant one. What do you think?"

The little stool swallowed: "My lord, I... fear..."

"Zhuang Horror?" Zhuang Jiu patted his thigh, "This name is good, it's majestic and interesting."

"..." The little stool didn't know whether to cry or laugh.