Acai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: The Godly Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine ... Volume 1 1095 has material, let's not talk about it, let's do it

It’s not easy to talk about having children in the daytime, but at night, there is no such concern. Not only can we talk about it, but we can also do it...

The Ninth Prince came to the Feng Mansion openly during the day, and refused to leave at night, making it clear that he wanted to stay in the Feng Mansion. Feng Qingchen was worried about the rumors outside and wanted to drive the Ninth Prince away, but the Ninth Prince did not move at all and only said: "As long as I don't marry, those people outside won't dare to say a word about you."

"Not getting married? Can you never get married?" This question had been on Feng Qingchen's mind for a long time, and he finally found an opportunity to ask it.

"If I can't marry you, then I'll never marry again." The Ninth Prince almost said this, but he almost did it. He swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue and said, "In this life, I will never let you down."

This sentence is enough to show his intention.

If you don't leave me, I will stay with you through life and death. Feng Qingchen had said this once, and of course he would not say it again at this time. He just smiled and said, "I believe you. Anyway, you are not young anymore, and I am powerless even if I marry again."

After saying this, he looked towards the lower body of the Ninth Prince intentionally or unintentionally, and silently uttered two words: Deer blood.

Puff... The tea in the Ninth Prince's mouth immediately sprayed out, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Butler!"

“Hahaha…” Feng Qingchen laughed triumphantly. Seeing the gloomy face of the Ninth Prince, he immediately shut up and said seriously, “Okay, I won’t laugh at you anymore. I’ll have my servants arrange a yard for you.”

"No need, I will stay at your place." The Ninth Prince said quickly, different from his usual slow pace.

Feng Qingchen smiled mischievously: "It's not in accordance with etiquette."

Realizing his own loss of composure, the Ninth Prince quickly collected his thoughts and spoke again slowly: "Etiquette is used to restrain ordinary people. This king is not within the scope of etiquette."

"When you're in my house, you have to follow my family's etiquette. I don't care whether you're bound by etiquette or not." If etiquette could really restrain the Ninth Prince, he wouldn't have eaten himself and kept eating.

"I don't mind coming to my house." The Ninth Prince stood up, patted his sleeves and said, "It's late at night, I'm tired."

After saying that, he ignored Feng Qingchen and walked straight towards the yard where Feng Qingchen lived.

He is much more familiar with the Feng Mansion than Feng Qingchen and can walk there with his eyes closed.

"Impatient." Feng Qingchen made a face at the Ninth Uncle's background, and did not go back with the Ninth Uncle, but went to the study.

She didn't want to deliver food to people's doorsteps a second time.

In the study, Tong Jue and Tong Yao were waiting there early, reporting the situation in the imperial city to Feng Qingchen and waiting for Feng Qingchen to give further instructions.

When the master and his two servants were talking about business, they forgot about time and even forgot about the Ninth Prince who was still waiting for Feng Qingchen.

In Feng Qingchen's yard, the secret guards had already cleared the area. After the Ninth Prince took a bath, he was not in a hurry to see that Feng Qingchen was late. He took a book and leaned on the head of the bed to read.

The Ninth Prince leaned against her lightly, but people couldn't take their eyes off her. It seemed as if all the candlelight in the room was gathered on him, and a faint halo lingered around him. He was not as cold and hard as during the day, but so soft that it made people intoxicated.

Black hair and white clothes, comfortable and lazy, the room is full of beauty. As soon as Feng Qingchen came in, he couldn't help but praise, his eyes staring at the Ninth Uncle, his legs involuntarily walked towards the Ninth Uncle.

No wonder the ancients said that if you die under the peony flowers, you will be romantic even as a ghost. Although Feng Qingchen knew it was a beauty trap, he couldn't help but take the bait.

Feng Qingchen stood beside the bed, admiring the beauty of the Ninth Beauty from a high position. The Ninth Beauty cooperated and read a book by herself, not paying any attention to Feng Qingchen's burning gaze.

Look how calm he is.

A sly smile flashed across Feng Qingchen's eyes. She bent down and used her delicate hands to seduce the chin of the Ninth Prince: "Beauty, smile for me."

Well?

The Ninth Prince was slightly stunned, his eyelashes trembling slightly, his eyelids slightly raised, and he faced Feng Qingchen from all sides. His beautiful eyes were full of smiles, and he smiled as Feng Qingchen wished.

This smile did not melt the iceberg or make everything pale in comparison. Feng Qingchen only knew that when Ninth Prince smiled, her heart was moved.

"A beauty is just beauty. When she smiles, she is more charming than ordinary people." Feng Qingchen stared at him infatuatedly, and without thinking, he lightly pecked the Ninth Prince on the lips.

The Ninth Prince smiled, put the book in his hand aside, and put his arms around Feng Qingchen's waist: "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

"Satisfied, extremely satisfied." Feng Qingchen fell on the Ninth Prince, her whole body soft and powerless. Feng Qingchen felt that something was wrong, but the Ninth Prince did not give her time to think about it and gently lifted her clothes with his fingers.

"Since you are satisfied, it's my turn now." With a slight flick of his fingers, Feng Qingchen's clothes were quickly untied. The Ninth Prince sat up straight, held Feng Qingchen's waist with both hands, and asked Feng Qingchen to stand up.

As soon as Feng Qingchen got up, her clothes fell down, leaving only her bellyband and underpants.

Feng Qingchen didn't think it was a big deal since they didn't take off all their clothes. She just imitated the tone of the Ninth Prince, speaking slowly and teasingly, "Are you satisfied with what you see?"

"Not very satisfied." The Ninth Prince said seriously, but his hands wandered behind Feng Qingchen's back: "I still have some on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the rope that tied the bellyband loosened and the bellyband fell to the ground: "Very beautiful." His eyes fell on Feng Qingchen's breasts, and he looked at them carefully for a long time, making Feng Qingchen blush, and then he added calmly: "It seems to have grown bigger."

Pfft… Feng Qingchen was embarrassed at first, but after Uncle Nine said that, she couldn’t help but laugh: “I was still young before.”

"Not small anymore." The Ninth Prince stretched out his hand and took Feng Qingchen into his arms. Feng Qingchen's whole body was flushed, and her temperature was slightly higher than normal. The Ninth Prince could feel the warmth through her clothes, and he became even more distracted.

Last time, due to Feng Qingchen's health, the Ninth Prince was unable to enjoy her company. Not only did he suffer an injustice, but he also aroused suspicion from the housekeeper. The Ninth Prince was so depressed, but this kind of thing could not be explained. The more he explained, the more suspicious people would become.

This time, the Ninth Prince was not going to let Feng Qingchen off easily. He hugged her in his arms, turned over and pressed on her. With a flick of his finger, he lowered the bedspread. The candlelight shone through the thin bedspread, making the bed hazy and ambiguous.

Feng Qingchen was so dazed by the kiss from the Ninth Prince Uncle that she did not notice that the light was still on in the room. But when the Ninth Prince Uncle stripped her naked and spread her legs, she realized what was happening and quickly kicked the Ninth Prince Uncle away.

"Light, blow out the light."

"Hmm." The Ninth Prince responded, but he didn't move. He continued to do his own thing. He held Feng Qingchen's waist with one hand, making her bend up, and stroked her back with the other hand, slowly sliding down...

"No, don't..." Feng Qingchen's cheeks were red enough to drip blood. When the Ninth Prince reached out to touch her body, she quickly dodged and pointed at the lights in the distance very persistently: "Turn off the lights."

"Next time." Seeing that he couldn't fool her, the Ninth Prince said casually. He rubbed Feng Qingchen's body with his hands very patiently, teasing Feng Qingchen's sensitive parts again and again.

Today, if he doesn’t make Feng Qingchen unable to get out of bed, he wouldn’t be Dong Lingjiu!