1062 The wind is blowing, some people can't wait any longer

The Ninth Prince's guess was not wrong at all. The Third Prince was suspicious to begin with, and when he heard the report from the surveillance personnel, he became more and more doubtful of his own judgment.

"Is it really a coincidence?" If it was not a coincidence, then these two people were too scary. Their words and actions were so natural that no one could doubt them.

"Third Master, maybe it's really a coincidence." The scholar in green clothes echoed, "Ninth Prince is very cunning, he can't do it without revealing any flaws, but no matter how powerful Feng Qingchen is, she is only a sixteen-year-old girl. When encountering such a thing, no matter how capable she is, it is impossible for her to not reveal the slightest wind. In my opinion, Third Master's worry is unnecessary."

The Third Prince still couldn't let go of his worries, but he couldn't act rashly in the current situation. He sighed and said, "I hope I am overthinking it. Let Jingxin withdraw everyone and don't let the Ninth Prince find out that we are monitoring him."

"I obey your command." The scholar in green clothes smiled with relief.

He was really afraid that the Ninth Prince was originally unaware of the situation, but these people who were monitoring him revealed their tracks, causing the Ninth Prince to become suspicious.

You know, the Ninth Prince is no ordinary person. He can fly into the flowers without getting caught by a leaf, which shows that his martial arts skills are quite high. Ordinary people can't monitor him at all.

The Third Prince and his subordinates agreed on a countermeasure, and the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen also returned to the room. The servants came forward tactfully, fetched water for Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince to wash their hands, and changed them into a set of clean clothes.

Just as they finished picking up the things, the nunnery headmaster Jingxin, who was despised by Feng Qingchen, came to the door and said with a humble look, "Uncle Nine, Miss Feng, the vegetarian dishes are ready. Would you like to eat in the room or go to the flower viewing platform?"

In order to make it convenient for noble ladies and young ladies to appreciate the flowers, there is a pavilion outside Wangyue Temple. When sitting there to eat, one can not only see the mountain full of roses, but also smell the floral fragrance floating in the air.

"Let's go to the flower viewing platform." The Ninth Prince said before Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen glanced at the Ninth Prince in surprise, then quickly looked away. The nunnery head Jingxin did not see it, so she bowed and said, "I will arrange it right away."

After Jingxin left, the Ninth Prince stepped forward, turned his back to the door, and pointed at the copper pipe hidden in the corner. Feng Qingchen showed a look that said, "I see."

This Moon-Watching Temple is truly unusual in every way.

Knowing that someone was eavesdropping, Feng Qingchen didn't dare to speak carelessly, so she chatted about some meaningless topics. However, she didn't expect that the Ninth Prince did not respond, but instead led the topic to the rose field.

"Qingchen, do you really think there is something wrong with that rose field?" It was unknown to whom the Ninth Prince was addressing this question. Feng Qingchen did not know what the Ninth Prince's intention was, but she still took over the topic.

"I have seen roses before, but I have never seen roses blooming so brightly anywhere else. I always feel that it is unusual. I will take some soil back with me when I leave. I want to study whether the land here is special, otherwise how can such dazzling flowers bloom." Feng Qingchen tried hard to ignore the fact that he was being eavesdropped and expressed his suspicions, but did not mention anything about watering the flowers with blood.

The Ninth Prince gave Feng Qingchen an approving smile and continued, "I heard that this flower field is very special, so I wanted to bring you to see it. I didn't expect you to be so troublesome."

"I don't have too much to do. Since I have doubts, of course I have to verify it. Maybe I can grow such beautiful flowers." Feng Qingchen said dissatisfiedly with a spoiled look. You can tell from her that she is spoiled.

"Tell the gardener what flowers you want to plant, and I'll be there for you to plant. If you really like the flowers here, I'll have someone dig a few up and take them back." The Ninth Prince said this so seriously that Feng Qingchen couldn't tell whether it was true or not, but...

"Forget it. My house is not big, and I can't set aside a garden to grow flowers. If there is any vacant land, I would rather grow herbs." Before, when Sun Sixing mentioned the herbal fields in Xuanyi Valley, he had a longing expression on his face. If there was room, Feng Qingchen really wanted to set aside a piece of land at home and grow herbs himself.

"You, you talk about medicine all the time. You don't understand romance." The Ninth Prince shook his head and sighed. Feng Qingchen was not ashamed, but proud of it. He said proudly: "I am a doctor myself. Talking about medicine is my profession. By the way, your finger was scratched by the rose thorn. Let me apply medicine for you."

After saying that, he asked someone to get the medicine box. Fortunately, the Ninth Prince was quick and grabbed Feng Qingchen and said, "Don't bother. It's just a minor injury. Don't embarrass yourself by applying medicine to it."

"If you are injured, you should apply medicine. There is nothing shameful about that."

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The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen pretended to be happy and immersed in the play, but it was hard for the Third Prince and the blue-shirted scholar who had been eavesdropping. The blue-shirted scholar listened for a long time but received no useful information. He smiled bitterly and said, "Why can't I feel how cold and profound the Ninth Prince is? The Ninth Prince doesn't seem to be in line with the rumors. Even Feng Qingchen is not as ruthless and decisive as the rumors say."

They are clearly just an ordinary couple in love. Their image of being talkative and annoying is very consistent with their image.

"Dong Lingjiu is only like this in front of Feng Qingchen. If you really meet him, you will understand. He is that kind of person...even I can't see through him." The Third Prince's tone was filled with unconcealable loneliness.

No matter what, he couldn't hide the fact that he was defeated by the Ninth Prince, and now the Ninth Prince was in his territory, but he could do nothing.

"The Ninth Prince is so deeply in love with Feng Qingchen that he has exposed his weakness. As long as we catch Feng Qingchen, it will not be difficult to make the Ninth Prince surrender. Third Master, do you think we can take action?" The scholar in green is the Third Prince's confidant. He built the Moon-Watching Temple. He is definitely a talent, but he has been hiding in the dark and has never fought head-on with the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen.

The scholar in green robes only knew about Feng Qingchen and the Ninth Prince from what was written in the intelligence. This was his first time to have such close contact with the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen. He felt that these two people did not match the rumors, so he wanted to take action.

"This is a good idea." The Third Prince was tempted.

It is unrealistic to capture the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen in one fell swoop, and it is also easy to cause trouble, but capturing Feng Qingchen and using him to threaten the Ninth Prince is a good option.

"If Your Majesty trusts me, I will arrange it right away." When the blue-robed scholar saw the opportunity to make a contribution, he couldn't help but want to take action.

The Third Prince looked at the blue-robed scholar carefully, and seeing that he was very confident, he nodded and let him do it. However, he still reminded him, "It doesn't matter if you can't catch him, but don't expose yourself. I don't want to face the Ninth Prince head-on."

This is not Shandong. In the imperial city, he is a person who cannot stand the light. The Third Prince always values ​​stability, otherwise he would not have planned in secret for more than 20 years without leaving any trace.

"I understand." The scholar in blue nodded vigorously. He knew they couldn't afford to lose. This move could only succeed and not fail...