1061 Blood, No risk, no gain

Although Wangyue Temple is not very famous, the rose fields in the temple are indeed very nice, and many people come here every year. Of course, only a small number of people know about it, after all, it is only word of mouth, and the Third Prince would not want too many people to come.

Wangyue Temple is a stronghold carefully designed by the Third Prince. It would not be so deserted that it would attract attention, nor would it be so popular that it would reveal its identity. Among the hundreds of temples, Wangyue Temple is so ordinary that people cannot see anything special about it.

Being so highly praised and circulated among the circle of noble ladies, the roses in Wangyue Temple are certainly of ornamental value. The roses here are not only particularly bright, but also particularly numerous. Both in variety and quantity, they are second to none in the imperial city.

Standing outside the flower field, with no end in sight, Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, smelling the fragrance of the roses, and couldn't help but smile brightly: "It's beautiful."

How long has it been since I felt so relaxed?

"As long as you like it." The Ninth Prince stood behind Feng Qingchen, a full ten feet away from the rose. Seeing Feng Qingchen walking towards the flower field, the Ninth Prince had no intention of going forward.

Although he had taken medicine in advance, the Ninth Prince still had no intention of going forward. He was not interested in this flower field. He brought Feng Qingchen here to appreciate the flowers, and he just wanted to appreciate the beauty himself.

"Well, I like it very much. It's very beautiful here." Feng Qingchen did not get too close to the flower field. She was afraid that her body would be covered with pollen, and if she stood too close to the Ninth Prince, the Ninth Prince would feel uncomfortable.

The Ninth Prince stood there with a smile on his face, his eyes following Feng Qingchen closely. The cold and hard lines on his face became much softer. The spy who saw this scene in the dark breathed a sigh of relief.

Judging from the appearances of the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen, it seems that they really came here to enjoy the flowers...

Feng Qingchen walked around the flower field for a few steps and then lost interest. Just as the Ninth Prince said, she was not a person who liked to fiddle with flowers and plants. She only appreciated the flowers for the sake of novelty. It would be fine if the Ninth Prince accompanied her, but if she wandered around the flower field alone, no matter how beautiful the flowers were, they would not be able to keep her footsteps.

"I'm hungry, let's go back." Feng Qingchen patted his clothes and walked back.

She was afraid that the pollen would stick to his body and make the Ninth Emperor feel uncomfortable.

"You don't want to look anymore? Then which one do you think is the most beautiful?" The Ninth Prince always remembered what Feng Qingchen said. He would pick a rose with his own hands and give it to Feng Qingchen.

"The one you picked for me is the most beautiful one." The roses here are extremely bright, especially the red roses, which are dazzlingly red and each one is beautiful.

"Okay, you wait." The Ninth Prince didn't say much, and flew towards the center of the flower field with a tiptoe.

Her figure was light and graceful, and in the blink of an eye, she was standing on the flowers.

So cool.

What does it mean to be as graceful as a startled swan and as graceful as a swimming dragon? This is it.

Feng Qingchen's eyes lit up, his mind and eyes were filled with the Ninth Prince, he wished he could record this scene forever.

The Ninth Prince was always perceptive. How could he not notice Feng Qingchen's burning gaze? While picking flowers, the Ninth Prince turned around and smiled at Feng Qingchen...

Buzz... Feng Qingchen felt his mind go blank as he stared blankly at the Ninth Prince. In his eyes, he could see nothing else except the Ninth Prince.

How can a man be so good-looking?

Bathed in the sun, standing on the red flowers, the roses all over the mountain became the background. Feng Qingchen could no longer find words to describe it, he only knew that his heart was beating fast, and he wanted to rush forward and throw himself into the arms of that man to prevent him from being snatched away by others.

Unfortunately, this scene only lasted for a moment. The Ninth Prince leaned down, used his toes to gain leverage on the flower, bent down and plucked the rose he had chosen.

Flowers have thorns. Although the Ninth Prince was careful, he still couldn't avoid getting his finger cut by the thorn. A drop of blood oozed out, fell into the soil, and soon disappeared.

The Ninth Prince looked at the flowers in his hand thoughtfully and turned back.

He walked on the flowers without hurting a single petal. Although he was not a flower lover, he also cherished them!

"Here you go." The Ninth Prince was very satisfied with Feng Qingchen's infatuated look. He handed the flower in his hand to Feng Qingchen, and at the same time did not forget to peck her lips lightly.

Being molested by the Ninth Prince in public, Feng Qingchen's face turned red with embarrassment, but she couldn't say a word of blame. She took the flower, her clear eyes were shy and attractive, and her face was full of sweetness.

"I like it very much." The bright red roses made Feng Qingchen look more beautiful than the flowers. There were still water drops on the petals. If she sniffed gently, she could smell the faint fragrance of the flowers. Looking at the roses in her hands, Feng Qingchen's heart was filled with happiness, but...

"Why is this flower so red?" Before, they were all together in a large group and viewed from a distance. Although the red looked bright, it was not so exaggerated. When they got closer, Feng Qingchen realized that the rose in her hand was a little too red.

"Maybe it's because it's blooming in the middle. The area in the middle is redder and brighter than the ones outside." Although it was only a moment, it was enough for the Ninth Prince to see it clearly.

"Is that so..." Somehow, Feng Qingchen felt that this flower was strange. Thinking of the saying that roses watered with blood would be more red, she told the Ninth Uncle half-truthfully.

When the Ninth Prince heard this, he immediately snatched the flower from Feng Qingchen's hand and threw it into the flower field behind him.

"Don't take this flower. I will find you a better one later."

"Ah? Is there something wrong with this flower?" Feng Qingchen was shocked, but at the same time she was glad that the Ninth Prince had removed the thorns from the flower stalk, otherwise her fingers would have been in trouble.

“Maybe as you said, this flower blooms so brightly and beautifully because it is watered with human blood. Of course, regardless of whether it is or not, don’t take it.” The Ninth Prince returned to his cold and frosty look, and his gentle expression became even colder and harder.

Feng Qingchen knew that the Ninth Prince was not joking, nor was he in the mood to enjoy the flowers and play around, so he asked seriously: "Are you saying that there is something wrong with this Moon-Watching Temple?"

"Yeah." If there were no problem, why would I bring you here?

"Uh... no wonder, I said you were fine, why did you take me out?" The good mood disappeared in an instant, and Feng Qingchen once again lamented that he was a tragedy.

This is what it’s like to fall in love with a career-oriented man: his career always comes first, and it’s already amazing if his woman comes second.

"Don't be unhappy. When this matter is over, I will take you to stay in the villa for a while. The lotus flowers in the villa are about to bloom." Compared with roses, the Ninth Prince still felt that plum blossoms suit Feng Qingchen better. He had also picked plum blossoms for Feng Qingchen before, but Feng Qingchen was never so happy.

He really didn't understand what was so good about this rose, it had so many thorns and was gaudy red.

"Villa?" Feng Qingchen thought of the scene where the Ninth Prince was riding a small boat, slowly approaching her among the lotus flowers.

That scene was beautiful, but the scene where the Ninth Prince hit her head with a flute was not so beautiful...

"Pa... What are you thinking about?" Seeing that Feng Qingchen had not spoken for a long time, the Ninth Prince knocked her on the head, telling her to come back to her senses quickly. The Wangyue Temple was full of dangers and she could not afford to lose her concentration.

"Don't hit my head, it will make me stupid." Feng Qingchen glanced at the Ninth Uncle in a reproachful manner, half jokingly and half seriously complaining: "It's all because of you that I became stupid. Now I've been sold by you and I have to help you count the silver."

Uh... Uncle Nine knew that Feng Qingchen was talking about the Wangyue Temple, and explained uncomfortably: "When did I sell you out? I just didn't want you to worry."

How could he bear to sell Feng Qingchen out? He was just doing it for the sake of convenience. Otherwise, if he came to Wangyue Temple alone, his third brother would definitely be suspicious. As for now...

His third brother would probably be restless and hesitant. After all, this move of his could easily confuse the enemy. His third brother probably wouldn't have thought that he would go to the tiger mountain even though he knew there was a tiger there...

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