Qin Feng paused slightly, then smiled again: "How can I, a dignified seven-foot man, be reduced to a subservient person?"
Qiu Yan, listen to my advice. He's not even married yet, and he's already entangled with other women. He's really not good enough for you.
Qiu Yan raised an eyebrow: "Which woman?"
Qin Feng: "Of course, it's Gu Xiaoran's biological mother."
Qiu Yan slightly curled her lips. Qin Feng was clearly speaking very seriously, but to her, it sounded somewhat amusing.
"Thank you so much for thinking of me like this."
"However, you overestimate me. He's not good enough for me. Who is?"
She looked down at Qin Feng, watching him slowly climb up from the floor, clinging to the table leg.
"Me!" Qin Feng gritted his teeth, forced himself to stand up, and then shakily sat down in the dining chair.
"Of all the people in the world, only I am worthy of you."
With past examples still fresh in our minds, if Gu Qian dares to overshadow the emperor, his military power will surely be reduced by His Majesty, and he may even become a prisoner.
The best outcome for him in his life is to remain an ordinary person, without achieving anything significant.
Qiu Yan's face turned ugly:
"So what if he's just an ordinary person? I, Qiu Yan, just like Gu Qian, even if he has no power or influence, even if he's penniless and just a commoner. As for you, I don't even look at you."
Qiu Yan initially liked Gu Qian, not because of his status.
Qin Feng closed his eyes. For the first time in his life, he had been rejected by a woman, and rejected so decisively.
Enough, there's no point in saying more.
I glanced out the window and saw that snowflakes had started to fall.
Unconsciously, Qin Feng thought of fun things from his childhood, and the corners of his lips began to turn up.
"Can you come for a walk with me?"
After eating and drinking his fill, he regained some strength, but his whole body ached and he really didn't want to lie on that hard bed anymore.
"The weather is freezing cold, and your current condition is not suitable for going out." Qiu Yan looked out the window and shook her head.
Qin Feng: "Are you concerned about me?"
Qiu Yan: "If you die, my efforts to save you will have been in vain. Hand over the map of Northern Qi, and I will do my best to heal your wounds."
How could we forget the important matters?
Qin Feng shook his head: "The topographical map isn't on me."
Qiu Yan raised her voice and demanded, "Where?"
"The topographical map of Northern Qi is, of course, located in Northern Qi." Qin Feng shrugged, looking like a dead pig that doesn't care about boiling water.
"Are you kidding me?!" Qiu Yan stood up, her face fierce.
Believe it or not, I'll send you to the Western Paradise right now!
Qin Feng's body kept retreating.
"Qiu Yan, how heartless you are!"
But he just keeps going back on his word.
"Your life is in my hands. If you're going to kill me, then give me a quick death."
"No, young lady..." At this moment, Song Jiao burst through the door and blocked Qin Feng's path.
"Girl, Song Jiao begs you, please don't kill my brother."
"Jiaojiao?" Qin Feng was completely bewildered, astonished by Song Jiao's sudden appearance.
Song Jiao had no time to explain to Qin Feng; her face was full of worry.
Qiu Yan was furious with Qin Feng, a scoundrel, but had nowhere to vent her anger.
She turned around, her face stern, and left the room.
Outside the door, she instructed Qin Susu, "Keep an eye on him. If anything happens, you'll be held responsible!"
Qin Susu nodded, cautiously glancing inside at the mysterious brother and sister, her curiosity piqued.
Who exactly is this Song Jiao?
This relationship is really complicated.
As expected, Qiu Yan came out of the house and was questioned by her second uncle.
Qiu Dafu: "That man is awake?"
Qiu Yan: "Yes, I'm awake."
Qiu Dafu: "With the New Year just around the corner, once he woke up, we let him go home."
The relationship between his niece and this man was inexplicable, which inevitably aroused Qiu Dafu's suspicions.
Furthermore, this man's background is unclear, so we must be careful not to have any ulterior motives.
In Qiu Dafu's eyes, no matter how capable Xiaoyan was, she was still just a fifteen-year-old girl.
"He..." Qiu Yan really didn't know how to respond.
She didn't want to hide it from her second uncle, but she was afraid that if she told him, he would worry.
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