The Ninth Prince moved very quickly to get up from the quilt.
The quilt was so thick that it could at least block the knife.
He looked up and saw a man standing in front of the bed, his face as calm as water, staring at him coldly.
Phew, the Ninth Prince patted his chest, let out a long breath, and panted: "Xiao Twenty-six, I'm so scary to death.
Why did you come to my place without even knocking on the door?"
Ning Junwu raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Tell me, what do I want to do here?"
The Ninth Prince looked around a little guiltily, but couldn't see anyone else coming.
Ning Junwu looked unkind.
He was obviously looking for trouble.
He had to force a smile and said: "You, you, you, um, ah, uh, let's talk to each other over the wine table when we drink."
If Ning Junwu is willing to sit down and have a cup of wine, it means it's nothing serious.
Moreover, sitting on the bed, he was naturally much shorter than Ning Erliu, so he would be at a disadvantage whether he was talking to him or using his hands.
As the Ninth Prince said this, he reached out his hand from the quilt and tried to pull the clothes piled on the bedside. snap His arm was hit immediately.
The Ninth Prince took a closer look and saw, Damn, Ning Erliu was still holding a riding crop in his hand.
No, the Ninth Prince felt very broken.
I often do this kind of thing like jumping off my horse and using a riding crop to make trouble for others, but when it is someone else's turn to do this to me, I feel bad.
The Ninth Prince glanced at the door.
He really didn't know whether to hope that no one would come or to hope that someone would come.
If no one comes, it will be just the two of them.
No matter how ugly the commotion is, according to the unspoken rules of the honorable circle, the two of them will never tell anyone about it.
Ning Junwu couldn't boast about beating the Ninth Prince, and the Ninth Prince certainly wouldn't admit that he was beaten.
But if someone comes over at this moment, they must try to persuade him, so that the Ninth Prince can avoid some physical pain.
Even if he is a long-time follower, Ning Junwu can't always do it in front of others.
After all, despite being about the same age, the Ninth Prince is still Ning Junwu's uncle.
Thinking of his identity, the Ninth Prince suddenly hardened up and pointed at him with shaking arms: "You kid, your hair is stiff, how dare you" Before he finished speaking, he received another blow on his arm.
"I hate it when others point fingers at me."
Ning Junwu said expressionlessly, looking at the Ninth Prince's arm coldly.
The riding crop in his hand was shaking, and it was so big that you could lift it up again. , I just keep smoking.
The Ninth Prince only felt his arms burning, and he clearly felt two slender riding crop marks.
He moved his forearms slightly, but finally put them down.
Don’t suffer immediate losses, don’t suffer immediate losses.
The Ninth Prince muttered to himself in his heart, and shouted in a stern voice: "It's broad daylight, have you been drinking?
Why don't you come here to get crazy before you come here?"
This time he still couldn't finish his words, because Ning Junwu didn't listen to him at all, and just whipped the riding crop hard.
"Ouch, ouch!"
The first two blows were slapped on the shoulders, making the Ninth Prince scream.
As he dodged, the quilt originally wrapped around him also slipped down, and he was immediately hit twice on the waist.
The Ninth Prince rolled on the ground and wanted to throw himself out of bed, so as to find a chance to escape.
He was really inexperienced in being beaten.
If he wrapped himself tightly in quilt and acted like a turtle, according to the unspoken rule of not hitting the head and face, Ning Junwu might not be able to do it easily.
However, this struggle to escape immediately revealed a big flaw.
Ning Junwu rushed forward and pressed his shoulder blades with his knees, making him unable to exert any strength.
Rao was trying to ease the situation by kicking his legs, but the riding crop on Ning Junwu's hand had already been whipped off like raindrops, focusing on the buttocks and legs where it was most convenient.
At this time, the Ninth Prince was beaten until one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven.
He had already exhausted all his strength on Qiao Qiao'er, but he didn't recover at all.
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What's more, Ning Junwu was much stronger than him, but he didn't even get out of the way.
Not long after, Ning Junwu was getting excited about fighting, and the Ninth Prince was begging for mercy with tears in his eyes.
"Xiao Twenty-Six, you can't do this to me."
The Ninth Prince's voice changed tone: "I didn't provoke you, you just slapped me twice, why are you still refusing to let me go?
Ouch Ouch, can you please be gentle?"
"You didn't provoke me."
Ning Junwu stopped, put his left leg down from between the Ninth Prince's shoulder blades, replaced it with his right leg and stepped on the Ninth Prince's waist, and sneered: "Then let me ask you, what are you doing?
Say hello to several clan members and ask them to throw beads for the eldest girl of the Xia family."
"I didn't."
The Ninth Prince was about to deny it subconsciously.
Why was Qiao Qiaoer asking him to do it?
She said she wanted Xia Xiaodong to have the opportunity to be selected into the palace, either as a mistress or a female official.
Anyway, as long as she entered the palace, she would have the chance to be manipulated by the good concubine.
The Ninth Prince didn't entirely believe Qiao Qiaoer's statement, but that didn't stop him from finding a few people to improve Xia Xiaodong's bead throwing performance.
It’s a benefit at no cost.
Pearls are not too valuable, so even if Qiaoer's plan fails to come true, there will be no big loss.
In fact, those guys who went to throw beads happily said that Tang Xian was a beautiful person and they all voted willingly.
"I really didn't."
Thinking of what those people said, the Ninth Prince felt confident.
Even if I don't find anyone, Xia Xiaodong's bead throwing skills are still good.
How can you rely on me?
bang bang Ning Junwucai didn't talk nonsense to him, and spoke directly with his riding crop, crackling and lashing.
This time the place was changed, mainly on the back.
The Ninth Prince felt that the body behind him was almost no longer his own.
The pain from left to right penetrated his bones.
He couldn't bear it anymore and kept saying: "I'll move, I'll move."
Isn't this just torture to extract a confession?
Not to mention the Ninth Prince's sadness.
"Say it."
Ning Junwu stopped as expected.
"Actually, there is no other meaning," the Ninth Prince argued: "I just think Miss Xia is a nice person, and I want to help her get more opportunities."
Ning Junwu stopped listening.
The Ninth Prince had more than a dozen whip marks on his body, and he was completely honest: "Okay, okay, I really want to recruit Qiao Qiaoer, that little girl.
I want Miss Xia to enter the palace so I can manipulate her."
"Qiao Qiaoer" Ning Junwu was a little surprised.
In Ning Junwu's eyes, the woman who only took off her clothes and crawled into bed was no different from the maid who crawled into bed.
While Ning Junwu was thinking, the Ninth Prince hurriedly struggled out from under his feet.
As soon as he turned over, he touched a painful spot.
With an ouch, he quickly lay back down and tried his best to shrink in and stay as far away from Ning Junwu as possible.
Just a son.
"Tell me carefully, what is Qiao Qiao'er's plan?"
Ning Junwu simply sat down by the bed and looked at the embarrassed Ninth Prince leisurely
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