169 Feng Qingchen, Can I Trust You?
Not long after, Feng Qingchen dressed up as a female doctor and followed behind Sun Zhengdao. She was very nervous all the way, keeping her head down and following Sun Zhengdao closely, afraid of being discovered. At the same time, she also showed the timidity of a young female doctor.
On the other hand, Sun Zhengdao looked calm, as if the person following him was not Feng Qingchen, but a female doctor from the Imperial Hospital.
Her palms were sweating from nervousness in the carriage, but when she actually arrived at the palace, Feng Qingchen became unusually calm, and her whole body was as still as autumn water.
Although Sun Zhengdao did not say anything, he nodded with satisfaction. She was so brave at such a young age. It was true that a good father will have a good daughter.
As expected by Sun Zhengdao, as soon as they entered the palace, they were taken to the Heavenly Prison and told that the Ninth Prince did not seem to be well.
Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat, thinking that the emperor was insidious. The Ninth Prince's allergy would be fine if treated in time, but if left untreated for too long it might be fatal.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen regretted why he was so petty at that time.
Alas... it's no use regretting now. She can only hope that the Ninth Uncle is lucky enough not to die from a minor allergy.
As soon as he stepped into the Heavenly Prison, Feng Qingchen found something wrong.
Oh my god...
The aroma is strong and lasts for a long time.
This emperor is really a bad seed. Is this the Heavenly Prison? This is Yichunyuan, right?
"Huh." Feng Qingchen's nose felt itchy. Sun Zhengdao stopped and turned back: "Are you okay?"
This is an implicit warning: you can be nosy, but you cannot create trouble.
"It's okay." Feng Qingchen continued to lower his head and pretend to be a good boy, thinking in his heart that people these days are more powerful than each other, and they are killing people without being seen.
Chinese medicine takes a long time to take effect, and considering the Ninth Prince's allergic constitution, staying in here would be a form of chronic killing, but this was something she could not control.
When they arrived at the innermost end of the Heavenly Prison, the jailer first saluted respectfully, and only opened the cell door after obtaining the consent of the Ninth Prince.
There are also levels of cells. The ones held by the Blood Robe Guards are the most terrifying, while the ones held in the Sky Prison have the best treatment, because most of the people imprisoned in the Sky Prison are members of the royal family.
After Sun Zhengdao and Feng Qingchen entered, the prison door was locked again and the jailer retreated respectfully, with no intention of monitoring them.
Feng Qingchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The cell was clean and tidy, with a stone bed and clean bedding on top, better than what one would find in an ordinary small house. Of course, that was on the condition that the bedding was not scented, otherwise the Ninth Prince would not be able to enjoy it.
Seeing the Ninth Uncle sitting on the stone bed, leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, looking so noble, Feng Qingchen could only feel sympathy. It was really not easy for him to stay awake and alert in such an environment.
Even at this point, Dong Lingjiu still had an elegant demeanor. Sitting on the stone bench, he looked vaguely lazy and leisurely. He did not look like he was in prison at all. He seemed to be meditating in a quiet room. Just sitting there, his handsome appearance attracted people's attention for no reason, and people could not ignore his existence.
Sun Zhengdao stepped forward, half-knelt in front of Dong Lingjiu, and took his pulse.
"How is my condition?" Dong Lingjiu opened his eyes, and he instantly seemed alive, without any sign of illness.
You are so good at pretending!
If Feng Qingchen didn't know Dong Lingjiu's situation, she would definitely be deceived. This man is too good at disguising himself.
Sun Zhengdao was a man of sharp minds. He knew right away from feeling the Ninth Prince's pulse that his condition was more serious than he had imagined. However, seeing how Ninth Prince looked, he did not want anyone to know.
"The Imperial Uncle has caught a cold and has a fever. Let me prescribe a prescription for you." The Ninth Imperial Uncle's entire body was burning hot. Even an ordinary person could tell his symptoms with just a slight touch.
"Yeah." Dong Lingjiu nodded with satisfaction and waved his hand to signal Sun Zhengdao to stay away from him. Judging from the strength of his wave, it didn't seem weak at all.
"Come here." The Ninth Prince spoke again, his eyes falling on Feng Qingchen, his pupils deep and revealing a smile.
He didn't expect that the first person to see him would be Feng Qingchen.
After all, this woman did not disappoint him and deserved his new respect.
"Yes." Feng Qingchen breathed a sigh of relief and quietly took the syringe and medicine in his hands, including antipyretic medicine and anti-rashes medicine, as well as a bottle of ointment and a mint sachet.
"I am thirsty. Pour me a glass of water." The Ninth Prince ordered people to get up, and it was so natural.
This is innate, you cannot be jealous of it, it is the nobleness that comes from being raised in luxury with a host of servants.
In fact, Feng Qingchen should be happy. Dong Lingjiu never gets close to others. Although he doesn't do everything by himself, all the people around him are loyal to him.
Feng Qingchen poured a cup of tea, smelled it and found no peculiar smell, then brought it over. He thought to himself that the emperor would never do such a thing, it was too despicable.
"Feed this king."
People who didn't know the truth thought that the Ninth Prince was teasing the young medical girl, but people who knew the truth understood that the Ninth Prince was looking for an opportunity to get close to Feng Qingchen.
The moment Feng Qingchen came in, he knew who it was.
Feng Qingchen has a very unique scent. When you smell the scent emanating from Feng Qingchen, the floral fragrance in the air becomes much lighter.
Feng Qingchen thought Dong Lingjiu was weak and didn't say much. But as soon as she got closer, Dong Lingjiu stretched out his hand and pulled Feng Qingchen into his arms with force. The strength was not like that of a patient.
Feng Qingchen was shocked. She never thought that the Ninth Prince still had the strength at this time.
"Ninth Uncle?"
Most of the water in the cup spilled out and splashed onto the Ninth Prince.
"Don't move, let me hug you."
The unique bamboo fragrance from the Ninth Prince's body wafted into Feng Qingchen's face. The Ninth Prince buried his head in Feng Qingchen's neck, breathing greedily. Feng Qingchen only felt a burst of heat on her neck. She was stunned and found that her hands were not hands and her feet were not feet. Her eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe that the person in front of her was the Ninth Prince who hated being approached by others.
Sun Zhengdao was definitely a wise man. Seeing this, he turned sideways and wrote the prescription slowly, (5) as if he couldn't see anything.
Sun Zhengdao was the Ninth Prince's man. At this moment Feng Qingchen finally understood.
"Feng Qingchen, can I trust you?" After a long while, Dong Lingjiu finally raised his head and whispered in Feng Qingchen's ear.
Feng Qingchen only felt an itch in his ears, and the words did not seem to be heard clearly. He just nodded: "Qingchen will not let down the trust of the Ninth Uncle."
Just treat her as a subordinate. As long as she can get close to this man, she will eventually have a chance.
Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen felt inexplicably relaxed and put the cup in his hand on the stone table.
"Uncle Ninth Prince, please don't move for now. Qingchen learned about your illness and brought some medicine. I hope it will be useful to you." After saying that, she moved her body, signaling Uncle Ninth Prince to let her go.
"Don't move. Let me hug you again. You smell great."
When Feng Qingchen heard the first sentence, his heart trembled, but when he heard the second sentence, he felt sad.
It turned out that the Ninth Prince hugged her to relieve her discomfort. Come to think of it, if it wasn't for this reason, why would the Ninth Prince hug her for no reason?
With a wry smile, Feng Qingchen cooperated with the Ninth Uncle and turned sideways to let him hold her.
"Ninth Uncle, give your left hand to Qingchen."
"Huh?" Dong Lingjiu looked up at Feng Qingchen. The two of them were so close that there seemed to be only a hair between their noses, and their breaths blended together.
The man was elegant and graceful, cold and noble, while the woman was bright and charming, noble and generous. In their bright eyes, there was only love. The weak light enveloped the two of them together. At this moment, the two of them were indescribably well-matched...