131 Rejection, I don't have the face of a mistress

concubine?

Could it be that I, Feng Qingchen, have the face of a mistress?

Feng Qingchen stood beside the bed, looking down at Dong Ling Ziluo.

There was not a trace of love in Dongling Ziluo's eyes. Taking her as a concubine was just a gift, or a means of winning her over.

One standing and the other lying, the strong and the weak were immediately distinguished. Feng Qingchen had a tendency to suppress Dong Ling Ziluo. Seeing that the situation was not right, Feng Qingchen quickly restrained her breath and calmly refused: "Lord Luo, Qingchen does not want to be your concubine?"

"Not a concubine? Do you still want to be Princess Luo?" Dong Ling Zi Luo said unhappily.

An ungrateful woman.

"Qingchen doesn't dare to have any wild thoughts." Feng Qingchen turned around, put the syringe away, took out a pair of tweezers, and prepared to clean out the broken thread on Dong Ling Ziluo's wound.

"It's good to know that you are delusional, Feng Qingchen. With your status, you are not even qualified to be a concubine." Concubines are also registered, with a quota limit. Their status is second only to that of the principal wife. If he ascends the throne in the future, no matter how incompetent Feng Qingchen is, she can be made a concubine and become the master of a palace.

"Qingchen knows, so he doesn't dare to aim higher. Your Highness, Qingchen has to clean your wounds for you, so he can't be distracted." After saying that, he shut up and said no more.

Dong Ling Zi Luo hit a snag and was extremely angry, but he couldn't say anything.

Could it be that I have to continue forcing Feng Qingchen to nod?

This is really embarrassing for King Luo.

Dong Ling Zi Luo was silent and angry, but Feng Qingchen didn't take it to heart.

Dong Ling Zi Luo only mentioned it out of consideration. Even if she agreed, she would not be able to pass the Queen's test.

Feng Qingchen lay on the edge of the bed. The light was very dim. After picking out a few broken wires, she found that they were very hurtful to her eyes, so she had to sit sideways on the edge of Dong Ling Ziluo's bed.

Dong Ling Zi Luo was about to scold Feng Qing Chen for being rude, but when he saw Feng Qing Chen's focused eyes and meticulous and rigorous expression, he choked back the words. He just looked at her...

I don’t know if it was the effect of anesthesia or the effect of the beauty, but Feng Qingchen cleaned Dong Ling Ziluo’s wound without him noticing.

Dong Ling Ziluo seemed to have lost his mind, and it seemed that he could not see anything else except Feng Qingchen.

Feng Qingchen was originally thinking about guarding against Dong Ling Ziluo, but when it came to cleaning the wound, he had no energy to think about these things, let alone any thoughts of revenge. He only wanted to relieve the pain of the injured as soon as possible.

Qingxian treated the wound, sutured it, and applied medicine without any hesitation to Dongling Ziluo. Unfortunately, Dongling Ziluo didn't see anything.

Quarter of an hour later, Feng Qingchen had re-bandaged Dong Ling Ziluo. Looking at the condition of the wound, she hesitated whether to leave some anti-inflammatory medicine for Dong Ling Ziluo. But then she thought about it and decided not to do it. Chinese medicine was more adept at this, so she shouldn't meddle in other people's business.

"Your Highness, the wound has been bandaged. You need to pay more attention to it in the next few days. Don't tear the wound again. Eat less spicy and greasy food. Don't let the wound come into contact with water. I will come to change the medicine for you every three days. It may be a little more convenient in the next few days. Please bear with me..."

It was the doctor's habit to keep mumbling, and regardless of whether Dong Ling Zi Luo heard it or not, Feng Qingchen went through all the precautions in detail.

If it were in the past, Dong Ling Ziluo would definitely interrupt impatiently, but today, for some reason, he felt warm in his heart when he heard Feng Qingchen's caring advice.

No one has ever thought about these things for him, and no one has ever cared about these things for him.

His mother would only say: "My son, you must work hard to please your father, so that you can fight for that position."

"My son, you have to do your job well and surpass the crown prince. Only then will you be suitable for that position."

"My son, as long as you sit in that position, you will be the most noble person in the world. Then you will have everything you want."

And he has always regarded that position as his goal.

He originally thought that he didn't need these, but it was not until today that he realized how good it felt to have someone simply care about him and think about him.

At this moment, he forgot the woman named Xiling Yaohua, forgot that noble and elegant woman, and also forgot the heartbeat he felt when he saw Xiling Yaohua.

He only remembered Feng Qingchen, who made him feel warm and a little happy.

Feng Qingchen didn't have as many thoughts as Dong Ling Ziluo. After giving his instructions, he packed up his things and left.

Dong Ling Ziluo wanted to ask Feng Qingchen to stay, but he didn't know what reason to use. He could only watch Feng Qingchen leave and comfort himself.

It doesn’t matter, Feng Qingchen will come again in three days.

He knew that Feng Qingchen was not suitable for him, but he was greedy for the tenderness of this moment, greedy for the warmth that only ordinary people could have.

Watching Feng Qingchen's departing figure, Dong Ling Ziluo held his left wrist, rubbing his thumb back and forth on the tiny wound, thinking in his mind about the possibility of taking Feng Qingchen as a concubine.

He has a principal wife and three concubines. It doesn't seem too difficult to take out a position for a concubine to satisfy his expectations.

Dong Ling Ziluo closed his eyes, thinking about the obstacles he might encounter in marrying Feng Qingchen as a concubine, as well as the solutions.

As for Feng Qingchen's refusal, Dong Ling Ziluo didn't take it to heart.

If he wants to marry, Feng Qingchen has to marry.

…

After returning to Feng Mansion safely, Yuwen Yuanhua and Zhou Xing did not ask Feng Qingchen what happened in Luowang Mansion. They just happily said that they wanted to have a big meal to celebrate, and Feng Qingchen agreed to their request.

Yuwen Yuanhua got a jar of wine from somewhere and forced Feng Qingchen to drink with him.

Feng Qingchen couldn't persuade him, so she had to accompany him.

Fortunately, this body has a good alcohol tolerance, so even though Yuwen Yuanhua got drunk, Feng Qingchen was still sober.

This should be a common problem among doctors. Even if they drink, they don't want to get drunk for fear of encountering emergencies or something. If they drink too much, something bad may happen.

The drunk Yuwen Yuanhua was like a child. He pulled Feng Qingchen and kept talking about how hard it was to lead troops outside and how tired he was to carry the Yuwen family alone.

How harshly the imperial officials, who could only hold a pen, ordered the soldiers to obey orders; how hungry and cold their soldiers were; in the middle of winter they only had a single coat and a bowl of porridge.

Soldiers injured on the battlefield cannot receive timely medical treatment, and disabled soldiers cannot receive adequate pensions.

"Feng Qingchen, what do you think is going on? They are enjoying the romantic life in the capital, while we are fighting hard to defend our country, but what is the result? We sacrificed our lives and shed tears to bring stability to Dongling, but we don't get the honor we deserve, and we don't even have a guarantee for our lives." At this point, Yuwen Yuanhua burst into tears:

"Feng Qingchen, I can be granted a title this time when I come back. I originally wanted to be granted a title, thinking that if I am granted a title, I will definitely be able to get more money from the soldiers and let them get the due reward for their efforts, but what is the result?

The emperor is suspicious of me, he has trapped me in the capital, he does not allow me to lead troops to fight outside, he is afraid that I will become too powerful and threaten the emperor, he is afraid that I will seize the world. "

"Hahaha... Feng Qingchen, what do you think is going on? The emperor and his men don't care about the soldiers injured on the battlefield, but they are worried that a general like me will rebel against him."

"Yuwen Yuanhua, don't say that." Feng Qingchen was startled and quickly glanced at Zhou Xing, asking him to come forward and help cover Yuwen Yuanhua's mouth.

There is no freedom of speech here. These words are enough to kill Yu Wenyuan a hundred times...