A Cai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: The Godly Doctor and the Abandoned Concubine ... Volume 1 1605 Torture, it is right not to believe

Guo Baoji's condition was basically stable, and he would be out of danger as soon as he woke up. Feng Qingchen and the Valley Master had no doubt about this. If the two of them took action, they could save him as long as he had a breath left.

After settling Guo Baoji down, Feng Qingchen was forced by the Valley Master to drink a bowl of medicine with a very strange taste, which was said to be a blood-replenishing medicine. Then, the Valley Master forced Feng Qingchen to rest.

Feng Qingchen slept very soundly, from morning to night. When she opened her eyes, she saw the Ninth Uncle sitting beside her bed.

Their eyes met, and neither of them said anything, just looking at each other.

The Ninth Prince looked very disheveled, with stubble in his beard, swollen circles around his eyes, and bloodshot eyes. It was obvious that he had not had enough rest.

Feng Qingchen felt very distressed. It seemed that the Ninth Prince had not had a good rest since returning from the sea. Now he had to sacrifice his rest time and stay here to guard her.

In contrast to the Ninth Prince's tiredness, Feng Qingchen slept for the whole day. Coupled with the Valley Master's special medicine, he looked in great shape and did not look injured at all. The Ninth Prince was very satisfied and decided to increase the Valley Master's research funding next year.

The room was quiet. The two of them just looked at each other without feeling bored, until Feng Qingchen's stomach made a "gurgling" sound, which ruined the mood and broke their gaze.

"Are you hungry?" The Ninth Prince touched Feng Qingchen's forehead and brushed the loose hair off her face behind her.

Feng Qingchen nodded somewhat embarrassedly, and put his hands behind his back to prepare to stand up, but was held down by the Ninth Prince: "Don't move, you are injured."

"It's just a small cut, it's okay." Apart from the scary bleeding, the wound was really nothing and would heal in ten days or half a month.

"Lie down." The Ninth Emperor's uncle did not say much to Feng Qingchen, and forced Feng Qingchen to do it. Under the pressure of the Ninth Emperor's uncle, Feng Qingchen had no choice but to compromise. She lay down obediently and blinked her eyes at the Ninth Emperor's uncle. Seeing that the Ninth Emperor's uncle did not move for a long time, Feng Qingchen had to remind him: "Ninth Emperor's uncle, I'm hungry."

"I'll have someone bring you some food." The Ninth Prince stood up and walked out. Not long after, a servant brought him a bowl of porridge.

The servant didn't dare to enter Feng Qingchen's yard, so he could only give the porridge to the Ninth Prince's guards, who brought it in.

Normally, when the Ninth Prince was in Feng Qingchen's yard, Chun Hui and the others would automatically disappear, and the other maids didn't dare to show up, for fear of displeasing the Ninth Prince and being kicked to death by him, which would be truly unfair.

Without a maid, Feng Qingchen planned to drink by herself. Her injury was on her waist, not her hand, but...

"I will feed you." The Ninth Prince showed his domineering attitude again. He did not give Feng Qingchen the chance to say no. He scooped up a spoonful of porridge and stuffed it into Feng Qingchen's mouth.

Feng Qingchen opened his mouth quickly, but even so, the porridge still flowed down his mouth.

Uh... Feng Qingchen was frowning.

Considering the Ninth Prince's level of serving people, it would be fine if she had to sit up to eat, but lying like this, I'm afraid she would have to be fed with a pillow halfway.

"I'd better get up." Feng Qingchen ignored the porridge stains next to the pillow and said calmly.

"No need." The Ninth Prince gritted his teeth, scooped up another spoonful and stuffed it into Feng Qingchen's mouth.

He just didn't believe it, and he couldn't do anything about the bowl of porridge.

"Okay." Feng Qingchen raised her head and opened her mouth obediently. She had tried her best to cooperate, but some of the porridge still flowed out from the corners of her mouth. The most important thing was that it was really hard for her to drink the porridge like this.

But……

Seeing the Ninth Prince gritting his teeth, Feng Qingchen had no choice but to shut up and obediently accept the food from the Ninth Prince.

The Ninth Prince was competing with this bowl of porridge. This man was really... extremely boring.

Just as Feng Qingchen thought, after finishing a bowl of porridge, Feng Qingchen's pillow and clothes were ruined.

“Ahem…” Uncle Nine pretended to be calm: “I’ll ask my servants to come in and clean up.”

He put the bowl down, turned around and walked out.

Feng Qingchen looked at the serious expression of the Ninth Prince and finally couldn't help laughing.

The Ninth Prince paused and suppressed the urge to turn around and strangle Feng Qingchen to death.

You must be happy to see him embarrassed, right?

The maid came in and changed Feng Qingchen's bed sheets and clothes, and brought a bowl of warm porridge. Feng Qingchen picked up the bowl and drank it in just a few gulps.

"Porridge, it's more comfortable to drink this way." When the Ninth Prince fed porridge, it was definitely not warmth but torture.

The maid burst out laughing and quickly covered her mouth. She secretly glanced at Feng Qingchen. The maid was relieved to find that Feng Qingchen was indeed not angry.

As soon as they saw the porridge stains on the pillow and clothes, they guessed what had happened. Combined with Feng Qingchen's words, they had no doubts.

I didn't expect that the Ninth Prince, who is like a god, would also have embarrassing moments. I'm afraid no one will believe it if I tell others about this.

The maid got the latest gossip and was busy sharing it with her sisters. Her hands moved even faster and she made the bed with clean sheets and quilt in no time.

The room was as clean as new. Feng Qingchen lay down on the bed again, unable to fall asleep for a while, thinking about what happened yesterday afternoon.

Feng Qingchen could guess who were the two groups fighting against Zuo An and the others, but what she couldn't imagine was who the group of black-clothed men who appeared halfway belonged to.

As a result, before Feng Qingchen could figure out what was going on, he saw the Ninth Prince coming in, dressed in a neat suit.

With a fresh scent after bathing, the Ninth Prince came to Feng Qingchen's bed. Feng Qingchen moved in obediently to make room for the Ninth Prince.

"What are you thinking about?" The Ninth Prince avoided Feng Qingchen's wound and carefully held her in his arms.

Feng Qingchen moved slightly, found a comfortable position, and placed his hands between the two of them: "I was thinking about what happened yesterday afternoon. There should have been three parties who took action yesterday. I wonder who they are."

Although the Ninth Prince did not rush over immediately due to matters concerning his former subordinates, after learning about this matter, he immediately sent people to investigate, and received the news just before Feng Qingchen woke up.

"The Princess of Xiling has mobilized her people in Dongling, and the Xie family has also mobilized a group of assassins, and there are also the emperor's people."

"I guessed it was them. The emperor won't trust you and me. I find it strange that the emperor wants to do nothing." Feng Qingchen was not surprised at all. The emperor was right not to believe them.

"Whose people did I meet before entering the city?" Feng Qingchen was most curious about this group of people. They didn't seem to be very strong. The Snow Wolves alone were able to hold them back, which showed how weak their overall strength was.

The Emperor, the Xie family and the eldest princess should be very clear about the importance of Guo Baoji and the Valley Master, and also understand the strength of the guards around her and the Ninth Prince. Why would they send such weak people to rob Guo Baoji and the Valley Master? Isn't this a clear sign of mission failure?

"That group of people..." The Ninth Prince paused, a hint of sarcasm flashed in his eyes: "They are neither from the Xie family, the eldest princess's line, nor the emperor's people."

"Whose people are they?" Apart from these three parties, who else would risk offending her and the Ninth Prince and rob and kill the Valley Master and Guo Baoji...