A Cai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: Abandoned Concubine The Emperor's Phoenix: Abandoned Concubine Volume 1 1747 Trap, Prince Lan and Feng Li's Daughter
"What good news! It's worthy of you, Lord Fu, drinking to celebrate." Feng Qingchen picked up the cup on the table, took a sip, and did not drink it.
Fu Lin put down the cup and looked at Feng Qingchen, pretending to be regretful and said: "I thought you wouldn't ask, your concentration is not as good as before."
"I have something else to do tonight." Feng Qingchen drank the wine in the cup and turned it over to show Fu Lin: "Drink it, Master Fu should talk."
Fu Lin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm not forcing you to drink, I just said there is good news and it's worth a drink to celebrate."
"It's all the same." Feng Qingchen put down the cup, indicating that Fu Lin should speak now, she didn't have time to waste here.
Fu Lin glanced around and said, "It's getting late. Qingchen, what are you going to do? Should I go with you?"
Although it was past the peak dinner time, there were still many people on the first floor. This was definitely not a place to talk. Although Feng Qingchen suspected Fu Lin's intention of looking for her at this time, she did not say much and left with Fu Lin.
Fu Lin obviously knew what Feng Qingchen was going to do, but he did not ask. He let the carriage move forward slowly. It was not until they arrived at the downtown area that Fu Lin spoke and asked Feng Qingchen to change the carriage.
The Feng Mansion's carriage was indeed ostentatious. Since Fu Lin had already made arrangements, Feng Qingchen naturally would not refuse and changed into a more inconspicuous carriage with Fu Lin.
The carriage drove towards an old house.
Feng Qingchen fully demonstrated his indifference this time. He was not surprised at all when he saw Lan Jingyang in the house. He just raised his eyelids and pointed at Lan Jingyang and said, "Is this the good news you mentioned?"
If that was the case, then she wouldn't mind using the medicine on Lan Jingyang on Fu Lin, the troublemaker.
"Of course not, this is just a gift from the Ninth Uncle." Fu Lin did not forget to say good things to the Ninth Uncle and took away Wang Jinling's credit.
I thought Feng Qingchen should be happy even if she wasn't touched, but Feng Qingchen just said nonchalantly, "Ninth Prince is thoughtful."
"Are you dissatisfied? You should know that although the Ninth Prince was busy with the war, he still thought of you and asked someone to arrange this matter even though he was far away in Yecheng." Fu Lin understood and realized that the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen must have had a quarrel, and the fault was the Ninth Prince's.
Otherwise, the Ninth Prince would not have specially written to him, asking him to pay more attention to the Feng Mansion and help Feng Qingchen resolve any issues.
"Satisfied. Thank the Ninth Uncle for me. Also, tell the Ninth Uncle that he doesn't need to take action for such a small matter. I can do it too." Feng Qingchen was obviously not grateful.
Fu Lin silently mourned for the Ninth Uncle in his heart, pointed outside and said, "You guys chat slowly, I won't disturb you."
After saying this, the man left, closing the door considerately.
Chat? What to talk about?
She was totally unprepared, and even if she met Lan Jingyang, she couldn't do anything. She wanted to meet Lan Jingyang, not to chat with him. Feng secretly cursed Fu Lin for meddling in her affairs, but still sat down opposite him.
Lan Jingyang looked very good. It seemed that he had not suffered much during this period. He only had chains on his hands and feet. Feng Qingchen called out, "Mr. Jingyang."
Lan Jingyang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes. The moment their eyes met, Feng Qingchen's heart trembled, and his pupils suddenly tightened...
Lan Jingyang has changed and become even more terrifying.
Those eyes were deep, gloomy, and cold without a trace of emotion. It seemed that these few months in jail had not been without benefit to him.
"What? Are you scared?" Lan Jingyang spoke, without any of his usual sanctimonious appearance, and directly tore off his gentlemanly mask.
"Afraid? Afraid of you, a prisoner?" Feng Qingchen counterattacked bluntly.
She was indeed a little afraid in her heart. Lan Jingyang was very scary. Feng Qingchen had a premonition that if she wanted to let Lan Jingyang return to Liancheng safely this time, it would be like letting a tiger return to the mountain.
"Haha..." Lan Jingyang sneered: "As the legitimate daughter of Fengli, there is really no need for you to be afraid of a prisoner like me."
"Feng Li's legitimate daughter? Mr. Jingyang, what are you talking about? I don't understand?" Feng Qingchen reacted very quickly. His heart was in turmoil, but his face did not show it at all. He secretly adjusted his breathing and tried to make his expression natural.
Fu Lin, this bastard.
She finally understood what was wrong. Fu Lin was setting a trap for her to fall into.
"Don't understand? Qingchen, how long are you going to pretend? Have you forgotten the battle in Beiling?" Lan Jingyang forced a smile. That smile was stiff and weird, which made people shudder. His mouth opened and closed, but Feng Qingchen couldn't hear what he was saying at all. She only knew that Lan Jingyang had breached the contract.
Feng Qingchen's breathing was disordered and his muscles were tense. Facing Lan Jingyang's questioning one after another, Feng Qingchen said nothing and calmly thought about the situation in front of him.
If her guess was correct, Lan Jingyang had already told Fu Lin her identity, otherwise Fu Lin would not have gone out of his way to find her, let alone arrange for Lan Jingyang to meet her before Wang Jinling.
However, Fu Lin deliberately arranged this scene, probably because he didn't believe Lan Jingyang, otherwise... Fu Lin would not let Lan Jingyang deceive her.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen heaved a sigh of relief and said more naturally: "A battle in Beiling? You said that Uncle Nine and I destroyed your Hanyue Villa? Why, Mr. Jingyang can't afford to lose."
Feng Qingchen opened his hands slightly, letting the cold wind blow away the sweat on his palms. Without giving Lan Jingyang a chance to speak, he continued, "The owner of Hanyue Manor said that Mr. Jingyang was a villain. In order to obtain Hanyue Manor, he disregarded the friendship between fellow disciples and deceived his daughter's feelings. I didn't believe it at first, but I believe it today.
"Mr. Jingyang, what wouldn't you do to survive and gain power? If you can deceive your fellow senior brother and his daughter, who can't you deceive?"
Feng Qingchen spoke one sentence after another, not giving Lan Jingyang a chance to speak. Seeing Lan Jingyang's ugly face and unstable breath, he continued: "God is really blind. You are obviously a despicable and shameless villain, but he gave you the face of a gentleman. You are obviously destined to be a servant, but I don't know what means you used to become a disciple of Jixia Academy; you are obviously an orphan without a father or a mother, but you were able to deceive the city lord Lian to adopt you as his adopted son and become the young city lord.
Mr. Jingyang, your methods are really scary. I don't know how many people you have harmed to achieve your current success. When Jingyang becomes the Lord of Liancheng in the future, I really hope that the history of Liancheng will write about how many people you have deceived in your life and how many people's corpses you have stepped on to climb to your current position. "
"It's not like that." Lan Jingyang roared, his deep and cold eyes revealed a hint of ferocity and violence, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like an enraged beast.
Every word Feng Qingchen said hit Lan Jingyang's sore spot, especially the part about his origin. Lan Jingyang believed that he was born of noble birth and that no one in the world could rival him, but in the eyes of the world, he was an orphan who relied on others' kindness to achieve his current success...