The Road to Martial Arts BOSS

Chapter 72 Punishment
Fengjiu, because of her childhood living environment, has a toughness and cruelty that are different from ordinary people.

Even Qing Yu slightly underestimated Feng Jiu's ruthlessness.

Not to be cruel to others, but to be cruel to yourself.But one day, the whole god spread, the "famous" deposed prince Feng Jiu was murdered in Tianle Square a few days ago, and now he has a secret injury and is bedridden, and he is only a short distance away from stepping into the coffin A few breaths of effort.

When Qingyu heard the news from the guests coming and going in the inn, he was also slightly taken aback.According to what he meant, Feng Jiu was to be attacked by Zhang Qianding and threaten Zhang Qianding. If Zhang Qianding refused, he would further coerce him by making fake injuries.After that, use Zhang Qianding to proceed step by step, and control Zhang Haishan step by step.

Unexpectedly, after Feng Jiu heard that Qing Yu said that he could use Zhang Qianding to threaten Zhang Haishan, the old Zuo Guanglu doctor, he set his initial target on Zhang Haishan, trying to achieve it in one step.

"However, after all, it's still a little immature. The young man is still a little too impatient, but he doesn't know that if he takes too many steps, it's very likely that he will get hurt." Qing Yu shook his head and said to himself in an old-fashioned way.

"It seems that I still need to go to Feng Jiu's mansion in person."

I can't do it if I don't go, Feng Jiu really did something cruel, and now she's lying on the bed, unable to get up.Moreover, even if he was not injured, if people saw the Ninth Prince, who was said to be seriously injured and dying, running to the Yunlai Inn alive and well, the scene would not be able to be performed.

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"Young master, His Highness Ninth Prince is in the inner room. The imperial doctor will diagnose his injuries. Please wait a moment." The housekeeper of Fengjiu Mansion led Qing Yu to a courtyard, and said to Qing Yu respectfully.

"It's okay, Master Jiu's condition is urgent." Qing Yu said in a harmonious voice.

Tsk tsk, Feng Jiu's life is really down and out.Qing Yu stood there, thinking casually.

Along the way, from what Qing Yu saw, Feng Jiu's house is quite unique, and it gives people a sense of rectitude and grandeur.If it is an ordinary wealthy family, this place can be regarded as a good place to live.But in Feng Jiu's body, it doesn't fit his status as a prince.Among other things, the mere fact that she is not big enough already reveals the fact that Feng Jiu is not favored.

Moreover, Qing Yu glanced at the butler who was waiting outside the house with him.

It is said that "a seventh-rank official in front of the prime minister's gate", but in front of Fengjiu's gate, the butler is not as good as a ninth-rank official, and he is respectful to any visitor.

"Squeak."

There was a knock at the door, and a middle-aged man in his thirties, with a medicine box hanging on his shoulder and a few wisps of beard, walked out of the room. He presumably was the imperial physician who came to treat Feng Jiu.

"Princess Liu, His Royal Highness Ninth Prince..." the housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Imperial Physician Liu directly stuffed a prescription into the housekeeper's hand, and said coldly: "Take the medicine according to the prescription, and take the medicine on time."

After finishing speaking, he walked away without looking back.

The butler didn't take it seriously, grabbed Fang Zi, smiled at Qing Yu, and said, "My lord, please go in. This old slave still needs to boil medicine for His Highness, so he is not worthy of you to go in."

The housekeeper has to cook the medicine himself, and the servants of ordinary rich and noble families are much more than your "His Royal Highness".

Qing Yu pushed open the door and went in to find Feng Jiu.

The fire in the house was very hot, making the whole room very warm.Feng Jiu was wrapped in a thick quilt and lying on the bed.

"What did the imperial doctor say?" Qing Yu asked as soon as he entered the door.

Feng Jiu was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect Qing Yu to ask this, and said: "Take the medicine on time, there is no serious problem."

After hearing this, Qing Yu walked back and forth for a few steps and said, "This time, your plan is too impatient."

"I have already inquired when I came here. Last night, Zhang Qianding did not go to Tianlefang to seek pleasure."

Zhang Qianding, humble and firm, listens to good names, but unfortunately he did not achieve this.He is insolent, even the prince dares to hit the sap stick, and he is a frequent visitor of Tianlefang.

If it wasn't for Zhang Haishan being old and useless, he would have to have a second child.

"It may be that he was afraid of exposing the fact that he attacked you, but it is also possible that Zhang Haishan knew about it and refused to let him go out.

Either way, the plan will fall through.The imperial doctor said that you are fine, and you can't hide this matter from someone who cares.As long as Zhang Qian decides to tell Zhang Haishan about the matter, it is not difficult to settle the matter with Zhang Haishan's many years of ups and downs in the officialdom.After all, you are just an unfavored prince. "

Again because of being unfavored.Feng Jiu clenched his fists under the quilt, he was fed up with this kind of treatment.

"This matter is related to my cultivation base, I will think of a way. At least, I still have to get the funds for practicing kung fu from the Zhang family. As for you..."

Qing Yu looked at Feng Jiu coldly, "It's not impossible to change the plan without permission, but it's your fault if you didn't achieve the desired result. Today, you can slowly experience the punishment of this failure."

"I will stay here, don't worry, I won't let you die."

After finishing speaking, Qing Yu planned to go to the housekeeper and ask him to arrange a wing room for himself, and stay here temporarily for tonight.

Behind him, Feng Jiu finally realized what the punishment Qing Yu was talking about. The feeling of emptiness and itching was worse than killing him, "Wait, Brother Meng, Brother Meng..."

Qing Yu ignored it and left without looking back.

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At night, Feng Jiu, who had been terrified and afraid to sleep, felt the familiar itch strike again, and couldn't help opening her mouth to cry out.

"If you attract the housekeeper or other servants, you will die here." Qingyu's voice came from beside my ear.

Feng Jiu bit the corner of the quilt with her mouth open, and could only make a vague sound of "Mmmmmmm...".

Although he thought that this kind of torture was worse than death, he still chose to live.This is Feng Jiu, who was born in a wealthy family, but lives as tenaciously as weeds.

The feeling of emptiness and itching does not originate in the muscles and bones, but comes from the depths of the body, even if you want to scratch it, there is nowhere to scratch it.

Feng Jiu was made to roll around by this feeling, but because of the itchy warning, he couldn't yell yet.This feeling is really worse than death.

"It's almost time..." Qing Yu reckoned that the time was almost up, so he opened the window from the window and jumped into the room.

Press and hold Feng Jiu's corresponding acupoint, and input internal force into it.

Soon, Feng Jiu's ferocious face gradually eased due to the severe itching, turning from great pain to great bliss.

And this is also the time when Feng Jiu's own will is weakest.

Qing Yu took out a medicine bottle from his arms and pulled out the cork.

After all, Feng Jiu is still uneasy, and because of his past experience, he seems a little eager for quick success, such a temperament is not conducive to Qing Yu's plan.

Therefore, Qingyu decided to make an insurance policy...
(End of this chapter)