1063 Noble, see you again
The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were having dinner at the flower viewing platform. Somehow, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and the rich fragrance of flowers came towards them. Not to mention the Ninth Prince, even Feng Qingchen, who was not allergic to pollen, was choked to death.
"Huff, huff..." Feng Qingchen's eyes were red and he rubbed his nose. When he was about to ask what was going on, another burst of flower fragrance came over. Feng Qingchen huffed a few more times and tears came out.
"Why are you like a child?" The Ninth Prince looked as if nothing had happened. He picked up the handkerchief and started to wipe Feng Qingchen's hair. He was not affected by the fragrance of the flowers at all.
Feng Qingchen was so depressed: "What happened?"
Everything was fine, the flowers were fragrant, and if Feng Qingchen said that no one was playing tricks, he would never believe it...
"The wind is blowing!" The Ninth Prince looked up at the sky which was slightly darker than before and smiled...
Some people can't wait any longer.
Feng Qingchen threw the chopsticks on the table and said unhappily, "What a bummer. I won't eat anymore."
The table was covered with dust. Not to mention the Ninth Prince, even Feng Qingchen couldn't eat. Fortunately, both of them had almost finished eating. They asked the maids to clean up and went back to their rooms.
There shouldn't be any wind in the room, right?
There was no wind in the room, but there were other troubles. As soon as we arrived at the yard, the coachman came to report that the horses had eaten the wrong hay in the back mountain, and all of them had diarrhea and had no strength left. They were afraid that they could not run anymore.
This is such a clumsy method!
As soon as the Ninth Prince heard it, he knew that it was the Third Prince's men who had done something, so he was not in a hurry. He just ordered the coachman to go back to the city immediately and have someone send a group of horses over. When the coachman saw that the Ninth Prince did not punish him, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and secretly rejoiced.
Alas, after all, no one could have thought that the horse would eat the grass on the ground and even ate something that would cause diarrhea. The reason why the coachman did not suspect the people in Wangyue Temple was that he thought that Wangyue Temple was full of nuns, and these people would never dare to plot against the Ninth Prince.
Not long after the driver left, something felt wrong with the Ninth Prince.
"You have a rash on your body." Feng Qingchen paused while helping the Ninth Prince undress.
"It's okay, it doesn't hurt." The Ninth Prince was glad that he had taken double protection and used the medicine of the master of Xuanyi Valley and Feng Qingchen's medicine, otherwise he might have really fallen into the hands of the Third Prince today.
People who are allergic to pollen really can't afford to be in a place like a flower field.
"Wait a minute, I'll ask someone to fetch some water to clean you up." Thinking of the evil wind just now, Feng Qingchen of course understood why the Ninth Prince had a rash on his body.
Feng Qingchen was secretly filled with resentment and decided to turn around and burn the flower field to see what they could do to harm the Ninth Prince.
"No need. Just apply the ointment on me and change into clean clothes." The Ninth Prince refused.
Some things can be compromised, but some things absolutely cannot. He doesn't know how many people have used the bathtub in Wangyue Temple, and he will never share a bathtub with others.
The thought of using a bathtub that had been used by a nun made the Ninth Prince feel a chill and his whole body went numb, as if caterpillars were crawling on him.
Sharing a bathtub with others is more serious than pollen allergy.
Feng Qingchen chuckled: "You are just picky about money."
The Ninth Prince's disgust was so obvious that Feng Qingchen couldn't pretend not to know. This man's mysophobia had flared up again. Thinking about the tableware they had just used for dinner, which were all brought by the Ninth Prince's men, Feng Qingchen's face was filled with black lines on his forehead.
Fortunately, the Ninth Prince was born into a noble family, otherwise ordinary families would not be able to afford to support him. This is really an extraordinary requirement.
"..." The Ninth Uncle's ears turned slightly red, and he turned his eyes away awkwardly when he saw Feng Qingchen's playful expression.
This was an accident, and he would remember to settle this account with his third brother. He had already planned to stay overnight at Wangyue Temple, but the third prince was too nosy and made so many unnecessary things happen.
The Third Prince was the first to know about the Ninth Prince's allergy. Although he didn't say anything, the scholar in blue could still see that the Third Prince was very happy. He had suffered so many losses at the hands of the Ninth Prince, and now he had the upper hand. How could the Third Prince not be happy?
Because of this series of events, the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen stayed in Wangyue Temple. This result was a happy ending for everyone.
That night, after Feng Qingchen changed the medicine for the Ninth Prince, she returned to her room, leaving the Ninth Prince alone to toss and turn and unable to fall asleep. The reason was very simple...
The Ninth Prince was very dissatisfied with the quilts provided by Wangyue Temple.
"A useless person who lives a life of luxury." The Third Prince felt extremely jealous when he heard the Ninth Prince picking on this and that.
As brothers of the royal family, the Ninth Prince was pampered and extremely precious, but what about him? He could only hide in a corner. During the most difficult times, he even stayed with the dead for seven days and ate the flesh of the dead to survive...
If Dong Lingjiu faced all this, could he survive?
Why should a person who is inferior to him in every aspect live a nobler and more glorious life than him? He is unwilling to accept this. He should have been the supreme ruler, ruling the world, but one mistake made a world of difference...
"Third Master." The scholar in blue noticed that the Third Prince was in a bad mood and quickly reminded him.
The Third Prince closed his eyes, hiding the jealousy and resentment in his eyes, took a deep breath, suppressed the injustice in his heart, and said coldly: "The plan has changed. If we can deal with Dong Lingjiu together, burn down Wangyue Temple."
The Third Prince is risking being exposed to drag the Ninth Uncle to hell, which shows that he is angry again.
"Third Prince, this will not benefit us at all. Wouldn't it benefit that dog emperor?" The scholar in blue clothes tried to persuade him. However, the Third Prince was already overwhelmed by anger and said sternly, "Do as I say."
"three……"
"Just do as the Third Prince says."
The scholar in green robes wanted to persuade him again, but was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth. The Third Prince and the scholar in green robes were startled and turned around quickly...
"Old Nine?"
"Ninth Uncle?"
“Meditation?
The Third Prince and the blue-robed scholar exclaimed at the same time. Shouldn't the Ninth Prince be tossing and turning in the room, unable to sleep, at this time? How could he have found this place and held Jingxin hostage?
"Third brother, we meet again." The Ninth Prince took back the sword that was on Jingxin's neck. Jingxin immediately threw herself at the feet of the Third Prince: "Third Master..."
"Get lost." The Third Prince kicked Jingxin before she could finish her words: "You are a bitch who is always causing trouble but can't do anything good."
Jingxin screamed, spat out a mouthful of blood, and lay on the ground motionless, which showed how hard the kick from the Third Prince was.
At this point, if the Third Prince still doesn't understand that he has fallen into the Ninth Prince's scheme, then he has lived in vain.
"Ninth brother, you are really brave." The third prince laughed grimly.
"Your Majesty, you are too kind. I have no choice. It is really hard to find this place." The Ninth Prince took the initiative and walked to the main seat in the secret room and sat down. Seeing the Third Prince making a look at the blue-shirted scholar, the Ninth Prince swept the sword in his hand, just blocking the blue-shirted scholar.
"Brother, I want to talk to you alone and don't want to be disturbed."
The Third Prince and the Ninth Prince looked at each other, suppressed their anger, and nodded calmly: "Okay."
At this point, can he say no?
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