The nine elders were women, and they all lived in the West Corner Bay.

Sometimes, they will be an inconspicuous sweeping boy in this building, and sometimes, the other party may be a babbling singer on the high platform......

In short, everything is played with their own interests.

Qian Yue walked out of it, accompanied by a white-haired woman.

The white-haired woman is tall and graceful, with a smile and a smile, and the real number is breathtaking, which is the Oiran of West Point Bay.

But she has another name - Gong Jiuyi.

"Miss?" Qian Yue was a little surprised when she saw Feng Qingqian.

My own young lady rarely comes to these places, according to the young lady's words, "the news will be delivered to me sooner or later, sooner or later, why do you need to take it yourself, how bad." ”

The young lady looked in such a hurry, but what happened?

"Palace Master," Gong Jiuyi's beautiful face was cold, but there was respect in his eyes that couldn't be concealed.

Feng Qingqian pulled the person up affectionately, "Qianyue, you wait for me outside first." ”

Gong Jiuyi had never seen Feng Qingqian's serious expression, and the two entered a room.

"Jiuyi, I want you to help me find out someone's whereabouts today," Feng Qingqian said with a little impatience holding Gong Jiuyi.

Gong Jiuyi was stunned for a moment, Jiugong is divided into three major transactions of news, life, and wealth, and she is in charge of life, and she can be regarded as the master of Jiugong second only to Mu Yao.

The matter of probing news has always been under the jurisdiction of Gong Jiusi, since she wants to investigate the person?

"But according to the palace master's orders," Gong Jiuyi didn't ask much.

"Mo Chen, I want his whereabouts today, who he has seen, where he has been, if he can, intercept the people he has seen," Feng Qingqian quickly explained, "Also, I want a detailed information about my little uncle." ”

**

The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting.

The iron horse galloped quickly on the glacier, the moon was sparse, and it was already late, but the people on the horse had no intention of resting.

On the endless glacier, a woman in red suddenly appeared, and the bright moonlight fell on the woman's delicate face.

The man immediately stopped his horse, and the hand holding the reins became bruised, "Who is Your Excellency?"

The long red dress and snow-white hair appeared out of thin air in this uninhabited place at night.

It's a little chilling.

The woman's expression was like this glacier, and her phoenix eyes were full of fierceness.

"Lord of the North, let's take a trip with the slave family. ”

The red candle was flickering, Feng Qingqian sat at the table and looked at the life of the little uncle, his right eyelid was jumping vigorously.

But what's going to happen?

Feng Qingqian put down the information in his hand.

She has long known that the Feng family is not simple, and Feng Xiche is not simple.

It's just that now it seems that it's not simple.

Feng Xiche is the youngest son of Feng Guogong among the four princes of Qi State, and he is also the youngest son of the Feng family.

Thinking about it this way, it is not strange that Zhou Zhineng knew that Feng Fu would return to Shangjing sooner or later.

What caught Feng Qingqian's attention was the vague love history, there was no record of meeting and acquaintance, only a lonely sentence and ...... Love.

Looking at the name, Feng Qingqian didn't know how to express it for a while.

No wonder even the Nine Palaces can't investigate clearly, this sentence alone can be regarded as the secret of the three countries.

Her little uncle really surprises her.

On the second day, because she slept late yesterday, Feng Qingqian also got up late, and when she just washed up and walked out of her room, she heard that the little uncle was here, and now she is in the side room.

Feng Qingqian: "......"

Looking at Mo Chen, who was guarding the door of the side room, Feng Qingqian was a little nervous and did the stone chair in the courtyard, forgetting that it was morning, and the stone was so cold that she shivered.

Qianyue couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud in the back.

Feng Qingqian glared at it angrily.

Zhou Zhi stood in front of the window with his hands down, watching Feng Qingqian's every move, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily hooked, "Third Master don't worry, Qianqian is also fine now." ”

Feng Xiche felt that his scalp was numb, he didn't remind the other party once or twice not to call it shallow, but the other party didn't seem to hear it, and he went his own way.

If it had been someone else, he would have asked someone to drag him out and beat him up.

Thinking of this, Feng Xiche made up his mind that by tomorrow at the latest, Feng Qingqian must send people away.

This disciple obviously beat his little niece's idea.

"What the hell is going on this time?" Feng Xi's jade-like eyebrows were covered with a layer of cold ice, revealing a murderous aura.

"Who did you meet yesterday?" Zhou Zhi asked pointedly.

Feng Xiche: "......"

Zhou Zhi didn't seem to intend to ask him to answer, and when he saw that he didn't speak, he said to himself: "You probably don't want to talk about it, but it doesn't matter, his purpose is not the king, and the prince's purpose is not shallow, so the third master really doesn't have to worry." ”

Feng Xiche: "......?"

What kind of logical genius?

"The third master doesn't have to worry, this king is useless, I will solve the problem of muscles and veins for Qianqian," Zhou Zhi continued to say to himself, "When you go back to Shangjing, you can't protect her so well." ”

Zhou Zhi paused for a while, "It's not right, you didn't protect her here." ”