1657 The coffin was intercepted by Feng Qingchen
The Ninth Prince went into the palace at this time and he would definitely not be able to come back for a while. Even if he came back, the previous matters could not be discussed anymore. Road construction was a national affair and Feng Qingchen was not qualified to participate in it now.
Feng Qingchen stood up, gathered the scattered documents on the table, put them in a small box, and prepared to give it back to the Ninth Uncle for his reference.
After collecting the maps and information, Feng Qingchen saw that it was still early and prepared to go see Feng Jin and Ling Mo. However, before she even left the house, she ran into Chun Hui who came to look for her in a hurry.
"Miss, Miss..." Chun Hui's voice came before her. It sounded very urgent. Feng Qingchen was startled and quickly opened the door and walked out: "What happened?"
"Miss, Master Feng Jin, Master Feng Jin..." Chun Hui ran out of breath and leaned on a little girl, panting and saying, "Miss, Master Feng Jin has a fever and vomited what he just ate. You should go and check on him."
"What? Feng Jin has a fever again." Feng Qingchen's face changed and he hurried out: "Close the study room and no one is allowed to enter."
"Yes." The guards stepped forward and stood outside the study, one on the left and one on the right. Feng Qingchen went back to the room to get the medicine box, and strode towards the cabin.
Feng Jin suffered a great loss when he was just born. His body is weaker than that of ordinary children. Although it is not noticeable at ordinary times, the problem will be very obvious once he gets sick. Feng Jin's immunity is weaker than that of ordinary children, and the disease will recur if it is not treated properly.
Feng Qingchen looked at Feng Jin on purpose before leaving. At that time, Feng Jin was still fine, her face was red but her breathing was steady. But this time, Feng Jin was crying so hard that she was out of breath, and her face was abnormally red, which made Feng Qingchen feel so distressed.
Little Feng Jin was not feeling well and kept crying no matter how Xia Wan and the others tried to comfort her. When Feng Qingchen came in, Feng Jin almost cried to death.
"Be good, little master. I'll blow on you. It doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt..." Qiu Hui held Feng Jin carefully and held Feng Jin's hand to prevent him from moving around so as to prevent him from scratching the pimples on his body. Fearing that Feng Jin would feel uncomfortable, she blew on him carefully to make him feel more comfortable.
Feng Jin couldn't move, nor could she express her pain. She could only cry at the top of her lungs. Her cry was so heartbreaking. As soon as Feng Qingchen came in, Qiu Hui and Xia Wan breathed a sigh of relief: "Girl, you're here." If Feng Jin continued crying, they would start to cry too.
“Ah ah…” Feng Jin cried even more aggrievedly when he saw Feng Qingchen. He reached out to Feng Qingchen, asking Feng Qingchen to hug him.
Qiu Hui was afraid of hurting Feng Jin, so she didn't dare to use force. She could only hold Feng Jin in front of Feng Qingchen and said, "Miss."
"Ahh..." Feng Jin stopped crying as she approached Feng Qingchen. Her tearful face was full of grievance. She looked at Feng Qingchen pitifully, which made Feng Qingchen's heart ache. She hugged him and kissed him, "Don't cry, little fool. If you cry again, I will cry too."
Feng Jin was well-behaved and obedient. His soft little body nestled in Feng Qingchen's arms without moving. His little mouth twitched and he hummed a few words from time to time, indicating that he was not feeling well.
Feng Jin finally calmed down. Feng Qingchen did not rush to treat him. Instead, he held Feng Jin and coaxed him gently, humming a nursery rhyme from his memory of his previous life.
Feng Jin didn't know whether he was tired of crying or felt better. When he was in Feng Qingchen's arms, he stopped crying and just hummed from time to time, indicating that he was still not feeling well.
Feng Qingchen was always paying attention to Feng Jin's situation. Seeing that Feng Jin showed signs of falling asleep, he slowed down his movements and signaled Qiu Hui and Xia Wanwu to go out.
The two maids nodded gently, retreated silently, and after instructing the little servant outside the door, they walked towards their own courtyard.
"Master Feng Jin is so smart." Xia Wan yawned and talked as she walked with Qiu Hui.
Thinking of Feng Jin's closeness to Feng Qingchen, Qiu Hui couldn't help but laugh: "The young master is smart and knows who treats him well. He will have great luck in the future."
As long as Feng Qingchen is safe, Feng Jin will be rich and prosperous in the second half of his life.
"The young lady also likes Young Master Feng Jin. Judging from the young lady's appearance, she should like children very much. I wonder when we will have a little master." Xia Wan automatically imagined the scene of Feng Qingchen holding the little master. She thought it was a beautiful scene no matter how she looked at it.
"It should be soon." Qiu Hui muttered, her eyes full of anticipation.
Xia Wan nodded, pointed to her own gate, and said, "I'm here. Tell Dongxue that I won't be coming over tonight. Ask her and Chunhui to take care of it."
"Okay, you go and have a rest. I'll go tidy up the girl's yard later." Qiu Hui thought that Xia Wan had hardly slept for the past two days, so she told Xia Wan to have a good rest. If there was any problem, she and Chun Hui would be there.
After Qiu Hui sent Xia Wan away, she returned to her house, changed into clean clothes, and then took the maid to Feng Qingchen's yard.
No matter how busy the four maids were, they would personally take care of everything surrounding Feng Qingchen and Feng Jin, especially when the Ninth Prince came.
But Qiu Hui didn't know that when she took the maid into the house to clean, the man in black who had been following her all the way followed her and found the yard where Feng Qingchen lived.
Not long after Qiu Hui left with the little maid, the man in black avoided the guards' sight and sneaked into Feng Qingchen's room.
The room was spotless and the man in black didn't find anything. However, he was not discouraged. After searching the room without any results, he sneaked into the study.
There were a lot of confidential information in Feng Qingchen's study. Although they were all put away, because Feng Jin was in trouble, Feng Qingchen did not lock them up one by one, which gave the man in black great convenience.
Map of Shandong, Shandong's defense, officials...
The man in black didn't dare to make any big moves. He just pulled out a few pages of paper, scanned them quickly, and put them back as they were.
"Why are all the information about Shandong?" The man in black thought to himself that it was strange. He wrote down the names of the people and shops above and continued searching.
"Beiling?"
"Night City?"
How can a woman pay so much attention?
"Could these be the Ninth Prince's things?" The man in black thought of what happened before, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He quickly restored the study room, just like when he came. The man in black did not disturb anyone and left quietly.
After the man in black left Feng Mansion, he walked around the road for a few times. After confirming that no one was following him, he headed towards the West City Villa. Unknown to him, not long after he left, a dark shadow moved under a big tree in the distance...
The black shadow walked along the old alley to a coffin shop, bought a stack of paper from the shop, and then slowly walked out of the city.
The coffin shop looked very normal. There were many such shops in the small streets and alleys of the city. They were completely unremarkable. But in this unremarkable little shop, lived the person that the Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen had been looking for all over the capital - Lan Jingyang.
Behind the coffin shop, Lan Jingyang and Feng Li Qingge were inside, listening to the waiter from the coffin shop report on the movements of the Feng Mansion.
"Young Master, our people followed him and found that the man went to the West City Courtyard. Judging from his figure and martial arts, he should be Ling Tian. He should have found something in Feng Mansion."
"Keep an eye on Ling Tian. Let Li Xuanyue go find Xuan Shaoqi. I want to know the movements of Ling Tian and Dong Lingjiu." Lan Jingyang gave the order quickly, a trace of urgency flashing across his gentle brows. Thinking of the matter of Tianqiong Fort, Lan Jingyang tried hard to suppress the irritation in his heart and asked, "Where is Ling Mo from Tianqiong Fort? He hasn't replied yet."
"Ling Mo is missing, and our people have lost him." The waiter lowered his head, a hint of fear in his eyes.
"You don't know how to appreciate my kindness." Lan Jingyang gave the waiter a cold look and said, "Get lost."
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