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Feng Qingchen was indeed lucky, she made the right bet, these twelve people were not Nanling Jinfan's people, they were disciples of Xuanqing Pavilion.

The purple clothes represent that they belong to the Purple Clothes Palace. As women who have been hurt by men, they are very sympathetic to their compatriots. When they encounter a situation like Feng Qingchen, they will never stand idly by.

Women have always had rich imaginations. Feng Qingchen fainted and said nothing, so they began to imagine what had happened to Feng Qingchen.

Seeing that Feng Qingchen's clothes were torn, the corners of her mouth were red and swollen, and she was bitten, he concluded that she had met a villain and was almost violated.

"How pitiful."

In this situation, they would not be on guard against Feng Qingchen at all. A slightly stronger woman even took the initiative to step forward and carried Feng Qingchen on her back without any fear or disgust.

"This girl is seriously injured. We must send her to see a doctor."

"Let's go to town. We have property there." An older woman nodded in agreement.

So, Feng Qingchen happily sat in a human sedan and was carried to a very secret house in the town.

Feng Qingchen pretended to be unconscious all the way, hoping to get some information from their conversation, but it turned out that these twelve people didn't say a word along the way, just focused on getting on with their journey, and the occasional words they spoke were out of concern for her injury.

Feng Qingchen was embarrassed, and silently apologized to the twelve girls in her heart: She really didn't mean to lie, it's just...

She had just escaped from the wolf's den and she was really scared!

With someone carrying him and his life not in danger, Feng Qingchen quickly relaxed, and then... he closed his eyes and really fell asleep.

When she woke up, someone had already cleaned her up, changed her into clean clothes, and bandaged her wounds.

Feng Qingchen secretly cursed herself for not being alert enough, but she also understood that she was probably seriously injured, otherwise she would not have been unconscious for so long.

Feng Qingchen moved slightly, and the person who was taking care of her noticed: "Miss, you're awake. Don't move. The doctor said you have bleeding in your lungs. You need to rest."

"Cough cough..." Feng Qingchen coughed lightly and pressed his right hand on his heart.

Damn, it hurts. It really hurts badly.

"Thank you very much, young lady. I'm sorry to trouble you. What's your name, young lady?" Even if Feng Qingchen was only a little bit weak, this group of people had to pretend to be very weak, not to mention that she was really seriously injured.

"My name is Ziqing, don't worry girl, now that we have met you, we will take care of you until you recover or your family comes to pick you up."

"Thank you." Feng Qingchen's forehead was full of black lines. This man was too enthusiastic. She wanted to refuse, but when she thought about how she was a weak woman, alone outside and seriously injured, it would be very dangerous if no one was watching her, so she kept silent.

So, under the protection of the twelve girls from the Purple Clothes Hall of Xuanqing Pavilion, Feng Qingchen recovered from her injuries in peace, but if she was at peace, others would not be able to feel at ease.

Let's not talk about how much the Si family's eighteen riders blamed themselves, nor how worried Mr. Wenyuan and Zhan Yan were. Let's just talk about the Ninth Prince. After he blew up the underground palace of Nanling Jinxing and didn't find any trace of Feng Qingchen, the Ninth Prince was almost crazy with worry.

Feng Qingchen disappeared for half a month, but there was no news at all, not even a trace. The Ninth Prince's people conducted a carpet search of the villages and towns near the low mountain, but still found nothing.

"Your Highness, there is no news about Miss Feng." The secret guard lowered his head, not daring to look at the face of the Ninth Prince, which was becoming more gloomy day by day.

"Get out." The Ninth Prince did not embarrass the secret guard. He only hit him hard after the secret guard left.

table.

With a bang, the table broke into pieces and the Ninth Prince's hand was also injured, but he seemed to be insensitive to the pain and walked out with a flick of his sleeves.

With two bangs, the door opened and closed again, and the guard at the door wiped his sweat silently.

Which one is this? If this continues, we won’t need to buy firewood for the kitchen anymore.

The Ninth Prince called his aides over and gave them a few brief instructions. The aides wanted to persuade him, but when they met the Ninth Prince's bloodshot eyes, they swallowed the words that were about to come out of their mouths and nodded with a heavy face.

As soon as they went out, the staff gave the Ninth Prince's order, asking all the people who were looking for Feng Qingchen to withdraw and not to leave anymore, and to prepare to set off the next day.

That night, a dark shadow walked out of the yard. The secret guards and the escorts all looked up at the sky, pretending that they saw nothing.

The next day, the Ninth Prince's carriage set off as normal, preparing to meet up with Mr. Wen Yuan and his party. As for Feng Qingchen's matter, no one mentioned it again.

Feng Qingchen stayed in the villa of Xuanqing Pavilion and recuperated for more than half a month. Her injuries had almost healed. She also knew that the person who saved her was none other than the famous Xuanqing Pavilion, a sect that specialized in accommodating all kinds of miserable women.

Feng Qingchen only felt grateful but not longing for Xuanqing Pavilion. When she was thinking about how to say goodbye, someone from Xuanqing Pavilion came to persuade her to join it.

In this matter, she had herself to blame. After she woke up, Ziqing asked her what had happened. She didn't want to lie, but she couldn't tell the truth either, so she lowered her head and kept silent, as if she didn't want to talk more.

She knew it was deceptive, but misleading was better than deceiving her savior.

Seeing this, the people from Xuanqing Pavilion concluded that Feng Qingchen must have encountered hardships. They were not women who knew nothing. Looking at Feng Qingchen's figure, they knew that she was no longer a virgin, but she was dressed like a girl. She must have been deceived by a man.

Feng Qingchen didn't need to say anything. The twelve women in purple took turns to comfort Feng Qingchen, telling her to be more positive and that they could live well without men. Once they learned martial arts, they could seek revenge on those stinky men.

She listened for half a month. When she realized something was wrong and wanted to leave, she found that she couldn't leave. These girls believed that she was a woman who was played by others. They insisted that she join the cabinet and seek revenge on the unfaithful man in the future.

Feng Qingchen was in tears. She wondered if the Ninth Uncle would be angry if he knew that the woman from Xuanqing Pavilion described him as a shameless and unfaithful man.

Feng Qingchen silently looked at the girls who came to persuade her, and was too lazy to say no. These girls, like the people in the pyramid scheme, completely ignored her refusal, and even sent people to watch her for twelve hours after she showed strong reluctance.

As a woman, she couldn't beat him, and most importantly, she was injured, so she was placed under semi-house arrest. As long as she didn't agree, she wouldn't be allowed to leave, and she was forced to join Xuanqing Pavilion...

Wuuuu, Uncle Nine, I miss you so much, please come and save me. I don’t want to go to Xuanqing Pavilion, and I don’t plan to seek revenge on you. I also don’t want to be like these girls and live by hating men.

If one day you really abandon me, I will never be as cynical as these women, because I will forget you, I will pursue my own happiness again, instead of putting all my happiness on you alone...

Unfortunately, the Ninth Uncle did not hear Feng Qingchen's call. When Feng Qingchen was thinking about the Ninth Uncle, Lan Jiuqing, dressed in black and wearing a half-silver mask, appeared in Xuanqing Pavilion as a descendant of the Lan family...

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