Feng Jiu, because of his living environment since he was a child, has a perseverance and ruthlessness that is different from ordinary people.

It was Qing Yu, who also underestimated Feng Jiu's ruthlessness a little.

Not to be cruel to others, but to yourself. But one day, the whole god was spread all over, and the "famous" abolished prince Feng Jiu was plotted by someone in Tianle Fang a few days ago, and now he has a secret injury, lying ill in bed, and it is only a few breaths away from stepping into the coffin.

Qing Yu was also slightly taken aback when he heard the guests coming and going in the inn talking about the news. According to his meaning, Feng Jiu threatened Zhang Qianding with the fact that he had been attacked by Zhang Qianding, and if Zhang Qianding did not comply, he would create fake injuries to further hold him hostage. After that, Zhang Qianding took it step by step and controlled Zhang Haishan step by step.

Unexpectedly, after Feng Jiu heard Qing Yu say that he could use Zhang Qianding to coerce Zuo Guanglu's doctor Zhang Haishan, who had come to have a son, he hit Zhang Haishan with the initial target, trying to do it in one step.

"Still, it's a bit immature. The young man is still a little too impatient, but he doesn't know that if the step is too big, it is very likely to hit the egg. Qing Yu shook his head and muttered to himself in an old-fashioned manner.

"It seems that I still need to go to Feng Jiu's mansion in person. ”

If you don't go, you can't do it, Feng Jiu is really ruthless, and now he is lying on the bed, and he can't get up. Moreover, even if he was not injured, if people saw the Nine Emperor Princes, who were said to be seriously injured and dying, running to the Yunlai Inn, this scene would not be able to be performed.

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"This son, His Royal Highness the Ninth is in the inner room, and the imperial doctor will diagnose the injury, please wait. The housekeeper of Fengjiu's mansion led Qing Yu to a courtyard and said to Qing Yu respectfully.

"It's okay, the condition of the ninth prince is important. Qing Yu said in harmony.

Tsk, Feng Jiu is doing well, but he is really down. Qing Yu stood there, thinking casually.

Along the way, as Qing Yu saw, Feng Jiu's mansion was quite chic, and it gave people a sense of uprightness and atmosphere. If it is an ordinary rich family, this is already a good place to live. But if it is changed to Feng Jiu, it is a little inconsistent with his status as a prince. Not to mention anything else, just because it wasn't big enough, it had already revealed the fact that Feng Jiu was not favored.

Moreover, Qing Yu glanced at the housekeeper who was waiting outside the house with him.

It is said that "the seven-rank official in front of the prime minister's door", in front of the Fengjiu gate, this housekeeper is not as good as the nine-grade official, and he is respectful to any visitor.

"Squeak. ”

There was a knock on the door, and a middle-aged man about thirty years old, with a medicine box hanging on his shoulder, and a few strands of beautiful hair, came out of the house, thinking that he was the palace imperial doctor who came to treat Feng Jiu.

"Imperial Physician Liu, His Royal Highness the Ninth Emperor Prince······" The butler hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Imperial Physician Liu directly stuffed a prescription into the housekeeper's hand, and said coldly: "Grab the medicine according to the prescription and take the medicine on time." ”

After saying that, he walked away without looking back.

The housekeeper didn't care, grabbed the recipe, smiled at Qing Yu, and said, "This son, please go in." The old slave still needs to boil medicine for His Royal Highness, so he is not worthy of the son. ”

The housekeeper also has to boil the medicine himself, and there are many more servants of ordinary rich and noble families than the "highness" of your family.

Qing Yu pushed open the door and went into the house to find Feng Jiu.

The fire in the house was very hot, and the whole room was very warm. Feng Jiu was wrapped in a thick quilt and lay on the bed.

"What did the imperial doctor say?" asked Qing Yu as soon as he entered the door.

Feng Jiu was slightly stunned, he didn't expect Qing Yu to ask this, and said, "Take the medicine on time, it's not a big deal." ”

After hearing this, Qing Yu paced back and forth for a few steps, and said, "This time, your plan is too impatient. ”

"I inquired when I came, and last night, Zhang Qianding didn't go to Tianle Fang to find fun. ”

Zhang Qianding, modest and firm, listened to a good name, but unfortunately he did not do it. is arrogant, even the prince dares to knock on the stick, and he is a frequent visitor to Tianle Fang, there is no woman and no joy every night, and there is no concentration at all.

If Zhang Haishan wasn't old and useless, he would have to have a second child.

"It may be that he is afraid of exposing the fact that he attacked you, but it is also possible that Zhang Haishan knew about it and didn't let him go out.

Either way, the plan will fall through. The imperial doctor said that you are fine, and this matter cannot be concealed from someone who cares. As long as Zhang Qianding told Zhang Haishan about the matter, it would not be difficult to settle this matter with Zhang Haishan's means of being up and down in Huan Hai for many years. After all, you're just an unfavored prince. ”

And because it's not favored. Feng Jiu's fist under the quilt clenched hard, he had enough of this treatment.

"This matter is related to my cultivation and advancement, and I will think about it. At least, the resources for practicing still have to be obtained from the Zhang family. As for your ······"

Qing Yu looked at Feng Jiu coldly, "It's not impossible to change the plan privately, but if you don't achieve the desired result, it's your fault." Today, let's take your time to appreciate the punishment of failure. ”

"I'll stay here, rest assured, I won't let you die. ”

After saying that, Qing Yu planned to go to the housekeeper and ask him to arrange a room for himself and stay here tonight.

Behind him, Feng Jiu finally realized what the punishment Qing Yu was talking about, that feeling of emptiness and itching, which was more uncomfortable than killing him, "Wait, Brother Meng, Brother Meng········"

Qing Yu ignored it and left without looking back.

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At night, Feng Jiu, who had been frightened and didn't dare to sleep, felt that familiar itch hit again, and couldn't help but open his mouth to breathe.

"If you bring in a steward or any other servant, you will die here. Qing Yu's voice came from his ears.

Feng Jiu opened his mouth to bite the corner of the quilt, and could only let out a "hmm······mmm" The sound is fuzzy.

Although he thought that this torture was worse than death, he still chose to live. This is Feng Jiu, who was born in a noble family, but he lives as tenacious as a weed.

The feeling of emptiness and itching does not occur in the muscles and bones, but comes from the depths of the body, even if you want to tickle, there is nowhere to scratch it.

Feng Jiu was writhing all over the place by this feeling, but because of the itchy warning, he couldn't shout out yet. This feeling is really worse than death.

"Almost······" Qing Yu estimated that the time was almost up, so he opened the window door from the window and jumped into the room.

Press and hold the corresponding acupuncture points of Feng Jiu and input the internal force into them.

Soon, Feng Jiu's hideous face gradually eased because of the itchy torture, and turned from great pain to great bliss.

And this is also the time when Feng Jiu's own will is the weakest.

Qing Yu took out a medicine bottle from his bosom and pulled out the cork.

Feng Jiu was still not at ease after all, and because of his past experience, he seemed to be a little eager for quick success, such a temperament was not conducive to Qing Yu's plan.

So, Qingyu decided to take an insurance ······