1276 Sharing the bed, is it so hard to kill you?
Feng Qingchen always knew when to do things. Seeing that the Ninth Prince was angry, she quickly put away her smile and explained seriously: "What a coincidence! When I was writing to you, the ink also dripped onto the paper. I wrote so much before, so I was too lazy to rewrite it, so I sent it to you like this."
To show that she was not lying, Feng Qingchen looked directly into the Ninth Uncle's eyes and nodded vigorously.
It's impossible for the Ninth Prince to believe such a frustrating reason, but he said it himself. If he wants to refute it, he must first say out the words he had blacked out.
As expected, he shot himself in the foot. The Ninth Prince sighed secretly and put the letter in his hand away.
Forget it, he didn’t ask anymore. He already knew that the black mass was Feng Qingchen’s revenge on him.
Feng Qingchen looked regretful. She wanted to take the opportunity to ask about the child, but seeing that the Ninth Prince didn't say a word about it, she thought about it and endured it.
What if the child has nothing to do with the Ninth Prince? If she asks about it now, she will have to coax the Ninth Prince again later, which is not worth it.
She endured it!
"It's getting late, we should go back to our rooms." The Ninth Prince walked over from the other side of the desk and naturally took Feng Qingchen's hand.
"Okay." Feng Qingchen slid her fingers and interlocked her fingers with the Ninth Uncle.
There were no servants outside the study, and the Ninth Prince did not ask anyone to carry a lantern. He just held a dim lamp himself and walked slowly holding Feng Qingchen's hand.
As the night wind blew, the wick swayed left and right, and the shadows of the two people sometimes intertwined and sometimes separated. Feng Qingchen found it very interesting and kept staring at their shadows, taking a few steps left and right from time to time to match the direction of the light.
Feng Qingchen hadn't done such a childish thing for a long time, but now he felt no unfamiliarity with it and was having a lot of fun playing with his shadow.
The corner of the Ninth Prince's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything. He just protected Feng Qingchen more carefully to prevent Feng Qingchen from bumping into a tree or something.
In the bedroom, the servants had prepared everything, and the two of them came in and tidied up a little before going to sleep.
Feng Qingchen let her hair down, yawned, and rubbed her eyes.
Feng Qingchen was really tired after traveling all night and not getting a good rest when he arrived in Nanling.
"If you are tired, settle down early." The Ninth Prince stepped forward and massaged Feng Qingchen's shoulders. He just saw Feng Qingchen lightly pounding his shoulders. He must have felt uncomfortable staying in the carriage these days.
"Yeah." Feng Qingchen relaxed her whole body, leaning on the Ninth Prince's body, her lips slightly pouting, looking very delicate.
The Ninth Prince lowered his head and gently kissed Feng Qingchen on the forehead, with undisguised doting in his eyes.
How could he not like such a person?
The Ninth Prince used less strength in his hands, for fear of hurting Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen was really tired, and soon she fell asleep leaning on the Ninth Prince. When the Ninth Prince found her, Feng Qingchen was sleeping soundly with silver hair flowing from the corners of her mouth.
The bed-sharing he was looking forward to?
The Ninth Prince regretted his actions just now. Why did he massage Feng Qingchen's shoulders? He should have just carried Feng Qingchen to bed, but now...
Looking at Feng Qingchen's defenseless sleeping face, the Ninth Prince was really reluctant to wake her up.
Alas... The Ninth Prince sighed, and carried Feng Qingchen to the bed in a princess-like manner, and carefully took off her undershirt for her.
I'm afraid I'll just have to sleep tonight.
Although it was a bit of a pity, he might be very satisfied to sleep with Feng Qingchen in his arms. In the past two months, whenever he had some free time, he would think of Feng Qingchen, especially at night.
In the faint moonlight, one could vaguely see two heads leaning against each other, rarely turning over, and never separating...
This night, no
Both the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen had a good night's sleep. However, all the secret guards were sleepless, staring blankly in the direction of the bedroom.
"Just slept like this?"
"Isn't it said that a short absence is better than a new marriage?"
"Just chatting under the quilt? The Ninth Prince is indeed a gentleman."
…
The Ninth Prince was unaware of the secret guard's little thoughts. Although he slept soundly while holding Feng Qingchen, his vigilance was not reduced.
At dawn, the Ninth Prince woke up as soon as Feng Qingchen moved. He opened his eyes and looked at the sky, then hugged Feng Qingchen tightly again: "It's still early, let's sleep a little longer."
Just after waking up, the Ninth Prince's voice was a little lazy, a little deeper than usual, and very hypnotic. Feng Qingchen responded and moved his body to make himself sleep more comfortably.
The Ninth Prince refused to let her leave. He reached out and pulled her back, pulling her into his arms and saying, "Go to sleep."
Uh... Feng Qingchen was really clear-headed now, because the Ninth Prince held her whole body in his arms, with her face buried in his arms, and she couldn't breathe at all.
"You are committing murder." Feng Qingchen muttered and pushed the Ninth Uncle away.
"Is it so hard to kill you?" The Ninth Prince let go of Feng Qingchen, but did not let Feng Qingchen get too far away from him.
Feng Qingchen did not struggle, and obediently nestled beside the Ninth Prince. He yawned and said, "No need. However, if you want to kill me, you must use the beauty trap first. Before you use the beauty trap, I will definitely not die."
"Beauty trap? Like this?" The Ninth Prince raised his eyebrows, and the next second he turned over and pressed Feng Qingchen under him: "Is it because I used the beauty trap that you let me control you?"
Her long hair fell down and entangled with Feng Qingchen's black hair, their noses touching. With just a slight inhalation, she could smell each other's breath. Feng Qingchen shuddered, all his sleepiness disappeared, and his eyes widened.
"Ninth Uncle, what are you doing? Don't mess around." If they dawdled for a long time in the early morning, everyone in the yard would know what they were doing.
"I am using my beauty to lure you. What? Doesn't Qingchen like it?" The Ninth Prince was worried about crushing Feng Qingchen, so he kept supporting himself with both hands. There was still a fist's distance between them, but...
The next second, the Ninth Prince closed the distance and covered Feng Qingchen directly, breathing hot air on Feng Qingchen's neck: "I am using my beauty trap, do you want to fall for it?"
Suddenly, she felt that the air had become thinner with more than 100 pounds on her body. The Ninth Emperor's uncle was burning hot all over, pressing on her, making her feel stuffy and hot. She was in no mood to pay attention to the Ninth Emperor's uncle's **, so Feng Qingchen pushed him away: "Stop making trouble, get up."
"You haven't used the beauty trap yet." The Ninth Prince said this in a very serious tone. Feng Qingchen immediately laughed, patted the Ninth Prince on the back, and coaxed him, "Be good, stop making trouble."
Why does the tone sound like coaxing a child?
The Ninth Prince suddenly raised his head, met Feng Qingchen's eyes, glared at Feng Qingchen, and then rolled off Feng Qingchen with an unhappy look on his face.
It was not easy for him. He finally created such a wonderful atmosphere and said words that he could not say normally. However, his mood was broken by Feng Qingchen's words to coax a child.
He is not a child, he does not need to be coaxed.
Feng Qingchen noticed that the atmosphere was not right, and stuck out her tongue. Like a silkworm, she moved to the side of the Ninth Uncle little by little, pulling at the corner of his clothes: "I'm sorry, I've been coaxing children every day recently, and I got used to this tone without realizing it."
"Coaxing a child? Where did the child come from?" Could it be the child that Zuo An took away?
Feng Qingchen had already received the child, so why didn’t he mention it to him in the letter?