1073Looking up at the sky, I hate you too

Just as Feng Qingchen said, it is not Zhezhe who is sick, but Zhezhe's father. Maybe Zhezhe has a tyrannical gene in his nature, but without his father's guidance and indulgence, he would not have become what he is today.

From a psychologist's point of view, it is unscientific to fight violence with violence, but Feng Qingchen is not a psychologist. She does not understand how a psychologist would treat Zhezhe's illness, and cannot use the psychologist's approach.

Feng Qingchen firmly believes that when dealing with a little guy like Zhezhe, one should fight violence with violence, first make him afraid, then make him feel pain, and then tell him what is right and wrong.

Zhezhe's father said that he would ask a doctor to treat Zhezhe, but he didn't think his son was really sick, otherwise he would not have brought a large group of experts to prevent the doctor from getting close to him. Fortunately, the Ninth Prince was willing to come forward, and this matter became much easier.

The Ninth Prince was not polite to Zhezhe at all. He lifted the collar on Zhezhe's neck up. Zhezhe was hung in the air. The collar hurt the back of his neck, but it was not enough to suffocate him.

Zhezhe yelled at the top of his lungs. The guards had already rushed forward, but as soon as they came in, they found that the Ninth Prince was surrounded by an extremely domineering aura. His fierce aura was even more terrifying than Zhezhe's. The guards didn't dare to move at all. Of course...

What they feared most was not the Ninth Prince, but the soldiers who broke in later.

"I heard that some criminals broke into Feng Mansion and intended to assassinate the Ninth Prince. Is this true?" Zhai Dongming was dressed in a general's uniform and looked very imposing. As soon as he came in, he saw the Ninth Prince surrounded by guards. He raised his eyebrows and said, "It's really rare that this general arrived at the scene."

The cynical tone really didn't match the clothes he was wearing, and Feng Qingchen rolled her eyes at him unhappily.

At this point, Feng Qingchen also understood that the Ninth Prince had a plan in place to lure Zhezhe's guards into the game step by step. Otherwise, it would not be such a coincidence that Zhai Dongming came in as soon as these guards drew their swords.

Being caught red-handed, the guards of the Demon Cult had no way of making any excuses. Besides, officials protected each other in these days. The Ninth Prince and Zhai Dongming insisted that they had attempted to assassinate the Ninth Prince, so it was useless for them to say anything.

The guards looked at each other, exchanged opinions with their eyes, and then nodded. Feng Qingchen felt that the atmosphere in the flower hall became more depressing. When he was about to take out his gun for self-defense, the Ninth Prince spoke: "If I were you, I would not move. Once you move me, you will be exterminated."

If the Demon Cult could be destroyed with the Emperor's troops, the Ninth Prince would certainly be satisfied. However, the Ninth Prince knew that given the Emperor's temper, he would definitely negotiate peace with the Demon Cult in the end.

After all, the Demon Cult is not in Dongling and has nothing to do with Dongling. On the contrary, the Demon Cult makes trouble in Beiling from time to time. The emperor would be satisfied if the Demon Cult's people could suppress Beiling.

The Ninth Prince's words were quite effective. Zhezhe's guards retreated. Seeing this, Zhezhe screamed even louder, his face flushed red, but he did not cry.

He is quite stubborn. Feng Qingchen secretly praised him, but then became depressed again.

There's no way. The more stubborn a child is, the harder it is to discipline him. I don't know how much brain cells this will cost Zhezhe.

The demon cult guards were afraid of what the Ninth Prince said, so they really didn't dare to move. The Ninth Prince glanced at him and saw that Zhezhe seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, so he loosened his grip...

With a bang, Zhezhe fell directly to the ground, her buttocks touching the ground. She was in so much pain that tears rolled down her cheeks immediately, but she did not shout or cry. She just looked at the Ninth Prince with a poisonous look in her eyes.

It is indeed not easy for someone to have such a fierce look at such a young age.

"Young Master." The guards wanted to go forward and pick up Zhezhe, but Zhai Dongming was one step faster than them and intervened. He led his men to separate the guards and protect the Ninth Prince and Zhezhe in the middle: "Don't move. You are suspects now. If you move, this general will order you to be killed."

Zhai Dongming not only spoke arrogantly, but also acted even more arrogantly. He directly ordered his soldiers to confiscate the weapons of Zhezhe's guards. Of course, the guards refused to obey, and Zhezhe stood up angrily: "Why did you take down my people? You are so bold."

He had just said a few words when he coughed violently again and fell down again, injuring his buttocks a second time. His little face looked so aggrieved that it was heartbreaking. Fortunately, no one present felt sorry for him.

A distracted child.

The Ninth Prince looked at Zhezhe with disgust and said in a cold voice, "This is the Dongling Imperial City, this is my territory, and I won't tolerate people from your Demonic Cult running wild here. Just stay in jail for a while, and I will keep you alive."

The first sentence was said to Zhezhe, and the second sentence was said to the guards. The guards hesitated for a moment. If they really wanted to take action, the people brought by Zhai Dongming would definitely not be the ones to do it. But if they did take action, they would not have a good ending. They would have to face Dongling's endless suppression, or even a large army.

The people of Jianghu are indeed amazing, they can move high and low, and come and go without a trace, but... no matter how powerful they are, they are still human, and facing the army of a country, they have no way to do anything.

"Ninth Uncle, can you guarantee that the young master is okay?" Someone among the guards spoke.

In fact, the Demon Cult is a group of people who bully the good and fear the evil. If the person who attacked was Feng Qingchen, they would not pay any attention to them and would bite them if they had the guts. But the other party was the Ninth Prince, so they had to think more.

"I will ensure that your young master survives." The Ninth Prince was always cautious in his words, but in order to make these people surrender and avoid trouble, he added: "I will write a letter, and one of you will come up and deliver the letter to your leader on my behalf."

In other words, the Ninth Prince would explain for them that it was not that they failed to protect him well, but that the Ninth Prince was too strong.

"Okay, we trust Uncle Nine."

Bang... I don't know who took the lead, but the guards of the Demon Cult threw their weapons to the ground and stood there to be slaughtered by Zhai Dongming's men.

The soldiers brought by Zhai Dongming originally thought that there would be a fierce battle, but they did not expect that the matter would be resolved so easily. They were so happy that Zhai Dongming also had a happy face and circled around Feng Qingchen.

"I didn't realize that you are my lucky star. Feng Qingchen, I've noticed that since you came back from Shandong, all I've seen when I met you are good things. If I can get more good things like this, I think I can climb to the position of a first-rank general."

"You're dreaming." Feng Qingchen said unhappily. After Zhezhe's guards were cleared out, Feng Qingchen stepped forward and pointed at Zhezhe who was still glaring at the Ninth Prince, saying, "What about him?"

"Treat him." Even if he couldn't turn Zhezhe into a normal person, he couldn't let him continue to deteriorate. The Ninth Prince didn't have a kind heart, but when he heard Feng Qingchen talk about the scene of Zhezhe torturing and killing people, he couldn't help but feel numb.

If such a person cannot correct himself, then he should die early and live a peaceful life. Keeping him in the world will just be another murderer.

Feng Qingchen had a sad face and nodded heavily: "Okay."

"I don't want it. I don't want you to touch me, you disgusting woman. I hate you. I hate you." Zhezhe had been confronting the Ninth Prince in silence. When she heard Feng Qingchen speak, she immediately looked at Feng Qingchen with murderous eyes, which were even more ferocious than the eyes she looked at the Ninth Prince.

You actually dislike her? Feng Qingchen was unhappy. You hate me, but how can I like you?

"You little brat, why are you glaring at me? Do you think I'm happy to touch you?" Feng Qingchen put his hands on his hips, and glared back, not wanting to be outdone, in a very childish manner.

The Ninth Prince looked up at the sky silently: Feng Qingchen, you are childish.

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