1407 Military Supply, I like to be prepared in advance

Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince may be allies, but the Fengli clan and the Ninth Prince can only cooperate temporarily. It is impossible for them to cooperate for a long time, nor will they form an alliance of interests like the Cui and Wang families.

The cooperation that the Ninth Prince talked about was just jealous words. He knew that Feng Qingchen could not be the leader of the Fengli clan now, and even if he could be the leader, the Fengli clan would not cooperate with him.

The Fengli clan is not loyal to anyone. They are only loyal to themselves and to the Lan family members who sit in that position. They protect the Lan dynasty, the people of the world, and the interests of the gentry.

"Who was the person who assassinated the emperor?" Feng Qingchen didn't want to talk more about this with the Ninth Uncle, so she changed the subject. The Ninth Uncle naturally understood, and picked Feng Qingchen up, sat on the chair, and held Feng Qingchen in his arms.

"Zi Luo." The Ninth Prince did not hide his plan from Feng Qingchen.

"You helped?" Given Dong Ling Zi Luo's current situation, he would not be able to achieve anything without someone's help.

"Yeah." You always have to pay the price for the mistakes you make.

"You don't have to do this." Feng Qingchen curled up in the Ninth Prince's arms and rubbed his head against his body, just like a pet cat, with a lazy aura all over his body.

The Ninth Prince kissed the end of Feng Qingchen's hair and said, "If you don't kill the snake, you will be bitten. I can't let him have the chance to revive."

"He is your nephew." Feng Qingchen sighed, and the Ninth Prince patted her back and comforted her, "This king does not want his life."

"Patricide is a capital crime, the emperor will not let him go." Dong Ling Zi Luo was just a stranger to her. Without love, there was no hatred. She was not begging for Dong Ling Zi Luo, but she did not want the Ninth Prince to force his nephew to death because of her.

"I have cleared him of all charges. We can trace the case back to him, but there is no substantial evidence." It is impossible for him to be so kind as to go to great lengths to set up a trap and then clear Zi Luo.

"Haha~ I knew you had bad intentions." As long as Dong Ling Zi Luo didn't die at the hands of the Ninth Prince, Feng Qing Chen would be relieved. "How are you going to place him?"

"He is my nephew after all, so I won't let him die. The King of Jiangnan is in Jiangnan, and the two brothers have been at odds since they were young, so he definitely can't go to Jiangnan. I am also worried about other places. Rather than believing that he has learned his lesson, it is better to cut off his possibility of getting back on his feet."

"Then where do you plan to send him?" She always knew that the Ninth Prince was a cruel man who could kill his own brothers. It was not easy for him to let Dong Ling Ziluo live.

"Xuanyi Valley, right? Once he enters that place, he can't get out easily. No matter how sharp he was after more than ten years, it should have been worn down by now." The Ninth Prince sighed silently, his dark eyes looking at the roof. No one knew what he was thinking.

Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Prince was in a bad mood, so she didn't say much. She just nestled in the Ninth Prince's arms and thought...

Will she have to face her relatives killing each other in the future? Will she be able to do it then?

Of course she could. Without getting along with her tribe members, she naturally had no feelings for them. Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen could understand why the Fengli tribe members rejected her.

Appropriate display of weakness helps to enhance mutual affection. The Ninth Prince showed his fragile and lonely side to Feng Qingchen without reservation. Of course, it was not just a natural expression of emotion, but more to gain sympathy, and then...

Smooth overnight stay.

After returning from Jiangnan, the two of them had been quarreling and had occasional cold wars. After this night, their relationship had warmed up.

Love or something like that, you still have to do it.

"Qingchen..." When the love was deep, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but call out Feng Qingchen's name.

"Well, don't do it again, I'm tired." Feng Qingchen responded, and pushed the person away weakly: "You're so heavy."

"It's not daybreak yet." The Ninth Prince's voice was tinged with wine, and was particularly low and hoarse. Feng Qingchen couldn't help but tremble when he heard it.

Even the voice is so charming, God is so unfair.

"Look, you want it too." The Ninth Prince lowered his head and kissed Feng Qingchen's lips, swallowing all of Feng Qingchen's rejections and once again pressing Feng Qingchen under him, leaving no gap between them...

The next day, when Feng Qingchen woke up, he found that the Ninth Prince was still beside him. He rubbed his eyes and asked sleepily, "Why are you still here? Why don't you leave..."

"I will not attend the morning court today." It turned out that he was an adulterer and should leave after committing the crime, as he was not allowed to be seen in public.

"If you don't attend the morning court, go back to your Ninth Prince's Palace. Why are you staying here?" Feng Qingchen yawned and was about to get up, but was held down by the Ninth Prince again.

"I'm not going out today." After saying that, he was about to kiss Feng Qingchen, but Feng Qingchen pushed him away: "Don't mess around so early in the morning. If you don't go out, I will have to go out. I have an appointment with someone to discuss business."

Feng Qingchen yawned repeatedly and her eyelids were drooping, but she forced herself to stay awake because she really had something to do today.

"Okay, I won't delay your business. Let's hurry up." It's easy for men to lose their temper early in the morning. Feng Qingchen is right beside him, and the Ninth Prince doesn't want to put himself in a difficult position.

"Your waist is about to break, get up." Feng Qingchen was really annoyed. This man thought she was made of iron.

"I'll give you a massage." His big hand slid down the underwear to the waist, pressing lightly. Feng Qingchen couldn't help but moan, but...

The man, who had already reacted, pressed directly against her lower body.

"Qingchen, you seduced this king."

"Shameless..." Feng Qingchen couldn't help but curse, but her body's instinctive reaction made her unable to resist.

"If you keep using it like this, you might end up grinding the iron rod into an embroidery needle." Feng Qingchen gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the waves of pleasure that were growing stronger than the last.

The Ninth Prince was busy with his work and didn't talk. He would prove with facts that it was not so easy to grind an iron rod into an embroidery needle. It didn't matter if he really wanted to grind it into an embroidery needle, because he enjoyed the grinding process anyway...

After being disturbed by the Ninth Prince's words, Feng Qingchen decisively got up late. She had originally made an appointment with someone in the morning, but now she had to change it to the afternoon.

The two parties agreed to meet in a glass greenhouse in an inn, which was a safe place for both parties meeting for the first time.

When Feng Qingchen arrived, the other party had already been waiting. Seeing the man dressed in grassland nomadic clothing, Feng Qingchen took the initiative to greet him: "Chief Muzachi, I'm late."

"Miss Feng." Muzachi was a burly man about forty years old. When he saw Feng Qingchen, he quickly stood up and saluted Feng Qingchen respectfully.

Before coming, the middleman told him that if he wanted to prevent his tribe members from starving to death in the winter, it depended on whether Miss Feng was willing.

"Please take a seat, Chief Muzachi." Feng Qingchen accepted the gift calmly, motioned for the other party to sit down, and then asked directly: "You should know why I came to you. I want to know how many cattle and sheep you have for sale in your tribe?"

"Miss Feng, before I came here, I have counted the cattle and sheep that can be sold in our tribe. Among them, there are 3,000 cattle and 10,000 sheep. If you want to buy them, Miss Feng, we don't want silver, you just need to give us food and salt." Mu Zhachi was very excited, and his face, which was blackened by the wind and sand, was now red...

Feng Qingchen was also very excited when he heard this number...

This amount is enough to cope with this year!