Divine Doctor Huan Concubine: Nine thousand years old, let it go to the end!

Chapter 1276: It’s not good for Chitose to come to visit
Wen Rong paused for a moment before letting Huayi continue driving.

Just as the carriage left, Lie Jiuqing poked his head out from the wall.

Wen Rong lifted the car curtain and took a look. Lie Jiuqing was annoyed, "Is it possible that he was discovered?"

She lay on it depressedly, watching Wen Rong's car disappear at the intersection, "Soon we will be together every day..."

Lie Jiuqing jumped down, patted the snow on his body, and walked slowly towards Jinyuan.

Wen Rong glanced twice and lowered the car curtain.

He took a deep breath, and the scent of Lie Jiuqing spread all the way from his nose to his chest. As the blood traveled throughout his body, the pain caused by the chaos in his meridians was numbed by the sweetness.

"Teacher, I don't want to follow the rules anymore."

The little woman is getting cuter and cuter, and he really doesn't want to wait any longer.

If he hadn't abided by the rules of the Gu family, he would have kidnapped him long ago.

Now it's better, there are many accidents, and he has to endure them for a long time.

The carriage in Chitose Mansion didn't move very fast, and the streets and lively markets it passed disappeared in an instant and became dead.

It would be long before they were gone before the streets returned to normal.

The carriage circled around, and after leaving the three streets of the Prime Minister's Mansion, it stopped outside a high-gate courtyard covered with white silk, with the Yang Mansion hung high above it.

The New Year is just around the corner, but the Yang Mansion is holding a wedding ceremony.

Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, and Emperor Yun ordered that they should not interfere with the state banquet.

Wen Rong came out of the car, wearing a black fir outfit inlaid with red and gold threads that clashed particularly with the plain white of Yang Mansion.

When the servant at the gate of the Yang Mansion looked at the carriage, he was still a little unresponsive. When he saw Wen Rong's frightened face, he was so frightened that he rolled over and rushed in, screaming.

"Oh no, Nine Thousand Years is coming!"

Wen Rong rarely takes the initiative to look for someone, but when he does, usually nothing good happens.

Ninety percent of the people he met in person earlier were dead!
Yang Zhaotian has aged more than ten years due to the tragic death of Yang Junchi in the past few days. He also sheds tears every day when Mrs. Yang curses and makes noise every day.

He just had such a son, and if he died like this, he wouldn't be able to live at all!It doesn't matter if he wants to take revenge, but the other party is Zang Yin. No matter how powerful he is, he doesn't have the guts.

When the servant came to call the time, Yang Zhaotian was so frightened that he trembled all over, "What happened to him?"

Almost immediately, he panicked and said, "Just say I'm not here!"

The servant knelt on the ground with a plop, "Sir, what should I do if I anger Chitose? There are so many people in our house, please think of a way."

Yang Zhaotian roared angrily, "Wen Rong is here, I can't even protect myself, what can I do!"

Suddenly, a hesitant voice sounded, "Uncle, can you let me handle it?"

Seeing that it was Yang Qicheng, the disgust in Yang Zhaotian's eyes flashed away, "If you want to go, go, but if you anger Master Qiantui, no one can help you!"

Yang Zhaotian knew that he was an abandoned son from the beginning to the end, but it didn't matter now, Yang Junchi was dead, and he knew what he wanted.

"Don't worry, my nephew won't cause you any trouble."

Wen Rong stood in the hall, looking at the coffin that had not yet been buried, with a faint look in his eyes, but the person keeping watch was already scared to death.

Yang Qicheng didn't walk fast. He had to think about what to say next every step he took.

Wen Rong, he couldn't get close to him despite all his efforts, but today, he finally had a chance. This was a turning point in his fate.

As long as he seizes today's opportunity, he will be able to flourish and become a man worthy of her.

Yang Qicheng stood in front of the door, took a few deep breaths, and finally plucked up the courage to step into the hall.

Huayi noticed the strange aura and immediately shot his cold gaze over. Yang Qicheng's legs softened and he knelt on the ground with a plop.

He lay prone on the ground and stammered: "Thousand-year-old Lord Wanfu Jin'an, I am humbled by Yang Qicheng...by my uncle's orders..."

Before he could finish speaking, Wen Rong said coldly: "The Yang family's hospitality is nothing more than this. I learned a lesson today."

He casually ordered, "Since it's so unruly, Huayi, let's smash it."

(End of this chapter)