053 Gratitude
Faced with Feng Qingchen's friendliness, the little girl became bolder. She quietly walked to her mother, stretched her neck to look at Feng Qingchen, and made sure that she had not committed the mistake of injuring or killing anyone before she gave a shy smile.
Feng Qingchen also responded with a friendly smile. In the chaos, she looked pure and beautiful. Compared with the fairy who was independent of the world, Feng Qingchen was more real.
Because of her smile, everyone was stunned. They looked at each other, and couldn't smash the rotten vegetables and eggs in their hands.
"Ms. Feng, yes, I'm sorry. Children are ignorant." The child's mother was obviously confused by Feng Qingchen's calmness. It took her a long time to react. She hugged the child and apologized quickly.
"It's okay. It's getting dark. Take the children back early." Feng Qingchen's voice was a little hoarse, but it revealed a calmness that made people relax and believe in it involuntarily.
Perhaps, this is also the doctor's strong point.
Although doctors give people a feeling of being cold and difficult to approach, they are easy to trust.
When the woman heard Feng Qingchen's words, she nodded involuntarily and hurried away with her daughter in her arms.
When the rest of the onlookers saw this scene, they couldn't smash the eggs and fruits in their hands. Some girls even looked at Feng Qingchen with sympathy.
They all knew that Feng Qingchen was not wrong, but who was wrong?
Who is at fault?
Did Dong Ling Zi Luo do anything wrong? In his position, he was not wrong. He was born in the royal family and was very favored. It was Feng Qingchen's luck that he did not kill Feng Qingchen.
Faced with these people's cheap sympathy, Feng Qingchen closed his eyes indifferently.
She could forgive the little girl's ignorance, but she could not forgive the ignorance of these adults.
Now that you are an adult, you should pay the price for what you have done.
She didn't hate these people, but she couldn't forgive them either.
She has the heart of a doctor, but she is not a saint. She does not have the broad mind of a saint. She will never forgive anyone who has hurt her, no matter what the reason.
Feng Qingchen just knelt there silently. Her knees were numb and she rubbed them gently without leaving any trace. She didn't want to develop any illness because of this kneeling.
The sky gradually darkened and the crowd gradually dispersed. Soon, Feng Qingchen was the only one kneeling there alone at the busy city gate.
The wind blew, and Feng Qingchen, who was only wearing a shirt, shivered from the cold, and his upper and lower rows of teeth made a "clacking" sound.
When Wang Qi received the news and rushed over, he saw Feng Qingchen kneeling in the cold wind, shivering.
"Stop, stop, stop quickly." Wang Qi didn't care about his image as a nobleman. He half leaned out of the door and signaled the coachman to stop quickly.
"Hiss..." The coachman pulled the reins, and the handsome horse neighed. It took a few steps on the spot, splashing countless dust, before stopping.
Without waiting for the carriage to stop, Wang Qi jumped up and ran towards Feng Qingchen, but before he got close, he was blocked by the guards behind Feng Qingchen.
"Master Wang, the prince has ordered that no one is allowed to approach Feng Qingchen."
"Feng Qingchen, how are you?" Wang Qi was stopped outside, with a look of anxiety on his face. He asked the soldier who stopped him: "Prince, which prince? I'll go find him."
After staying outdoors all night without sleep and walking all day, Feng Qingchen was already exhausted. After kneeling like this and being thrown eggs and rotten vegetables, Feng Qingchen was exhausted both mentally and physically. He could still kneel straight at this time, only holding on with one breath.
One breath of pride, the other of resentment.
Feng Qingchen had already been a little dazed, her head was dizzy, and there was a buzzing sound lingering in her ears. She couldn't hear clearly what was going on until she heard Wang Qi's voice.
Opening her eyes helplessly, Feng Qingchen gave Wang Qi a smile that was uglier than crying: "Don't worry, I'm fine."
It feels good to know that someone still cares about her. At least she is not alone in this strange world.
"Idiot, you're in this state and you're still fine." Wang Qi was so angry that he jumped up and down.
Why is Feng Qingchen the same as his silly older brother? No matter how big the matter is or how painful the injury is, when someone asks him about it, he will first put on a soothing smile and say, "I'm fine."
It’s okay. If it’s okay, there would be something fishy.
It might be okay to lie to others with such words, but it would be impossible to lie to Wang Jinhan in his next life.
Wang Qi was a weak scholar, but at this moment, he was so angry that he kicked the soldier who stopped him. "Prince, which prince gave the order?"
The soldier knew Wang Qi's identity and did not dare to offend the Seventh Young Master of the Wang Family. He took the kick and gasped in pain. However, he still stood still and stopped Wang Qi, saying with a sad face: "To answer the Seventh Young Master, it is His Royal Highness Prince Luo."
The soldier said that he felt wronged, really wronged, and he was just following orders.
"Prince Luo, the Seventh Prince?" Wang Qi felt that all the strength in his body had disappeared.
Prince Luo is a prince who holds real power and is the most beloved prince of the current emperor. He is very likely to be the next emperor of Dongling. Even the Wang family dare not offend such a person.
"Yes, His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince, Prince Luo." The soldier repeated again, and at the same time secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because he knew that Wang Qi would not cause him trouble again.
As expected, Wang Qi slumped his shoulders helplessly. "Feng Qingchen, I'm sorry, I can't help you. But don't worry, I'm here with you. When His Royal Highness Luo comes, I will definitely help you beg him."
Feng Qingchen was not disappointed when he heard Wang Qi's words.
It was just a nod of acquaintance. How could Wang Qi offend Dong Ling Zi Luo for her? If it were her, she would not do that either.
Dongling Ziluo is not someone else but the future crown prince. Not to mention Wang Qi, even if the head of the Wang family was here, he would not dare to offend him.
Just when Wang Qi was helpless, two more carriages came towards the city gate.
The two carriages stopped one after the other. Su Wenqing and Zhou Xing jumped off the carriages and ran towards Feng Qingchen. Both of them had deep worry on their faces and asked as they ran.
"Feng Qingchen, how are you? Are you okay?" Zhou Xing was only concerned about Feng Qingchen's health.
He knew very well how busy Feng Qingchen had been during this period, and he didn't know whether this woman's body could handle it.
He did not return home last night. If Wang Qi had not sent a message saying that Feng Qingchen was fine, Zhou Xing would have ignored the danger and left the city overnight to look for her.
I thought Feng Qingchen would be fine as long as the Wang family was there, but I didn't expect to receive the news this afternoon that Feng Qingchen was kneeling at the city gate.
Zhou Xing was so scared that he ignored everything and ran towards the city gate like a madman. After running for most of the day, he finally remembered that it would be faster to hire a car.
"Feng Qingchen, what happened? Why are you kneeling here? Who did you offend?" Although Su Wenqing was anxious, he knew very well that if he wanted to rescue Feng Qingchen, he had to find out who she had offended.
Only when you know who you have offended can you prescribe the right medicine.
See whether to apologize or find someone more powerful than the other party to settle the matter.
Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen didn't say a word in response, which made Zhou Xing and Su Wenqing even more anxious.
It was dark, and they couldn't see Feng Qingchen's appearance clearly from a distance. They thought that Feng Qingchen was at most punished to kneel down. But when they got closer, they realized how miserable and embarrassed Feng Qingchen looked.
His clothes were so dirty that their original color could no longer be seen. They were covered with rotten vegetables, fruits, and eggs. He looked even more miserable than a beggar, and a sour smell emanated from his body.
Even in this situation, Feng Qingchen still knelt straight, motionless...