1834 Fear, lost the protection of Prince Duan

After experiencing rebirth, Feng Qingchen was somewhat wary of masters like the Imperial Master, so that night he wrote a letter to the Ninth Prince, asking for help.

Feng Qingchen not only wrote down what the old imperial master said, but also asked the Ninth Prince to ask Fu Lin if he could come to Xiling after finishing his business in Nanling and fight with the old imperial master and take him in...

"Send the letter back. Also, send someone to investigate the origins of the old national teacher." Feng Qingchen handed the letter to Zuo An.

There was no other way. They were staying in Prince Duan's mansion and could not be as free as at home. Xia Wan and Chun Hui were both female relatives, so it was very inconvenient for them to go in and out. Moreover, their every move in Xiling was watched by someone. Only Zuo An was walking outside, so no one would find out any clues.

"Yeah." Although Zuo An has lived in Xiling for several years, he has always been a technology geek and doesn't understand these things.

Before leaving, Zuo An asked about Feng Jin's health. He felt relieved when he learned that Feng Jin was fine and the poisonous insect showed no signs of growth.

There is no way, it is really hard to pry open the mouth of that person in the Hundred Ghosts Palace.

Feng Qingchen sat alone for a while, sighed softly, and carried Xiaotuanzi to the bedroom: "Go ask Prince Duan when the imperial physician will come. Xiaotuanzi's hand needs a new dressing."

Feng Qingchen admitted that she did it on purpose. The emperor sent a national teacher to annoy her, so she reminded Prince Duan how cruel the emperor was to them.

"Yes." Chunhui Qiuhui lowered her eyes to hide the smile in her eyes.

Not long after, two people came to report that Prince Duan had led his men to the Princess's residence...

"Little Tuanzi, you have a good father. Don't blame him anymore. He is also very pitiful." Feng Qingchen picked up Little Tuanzi and kissed him on the forehead. Little Tuanzi still did not react, but his long eyelashes trembled.

Feng Qingchen knew that this little action showed that Xiaotuanzi had listened to him. Feng Qingchen rubbed Xiaotuanzi's forehead with pity: "When the imperial physician comes, remember to give your father some face and let the imperial physician take a look at your injury. The imperial physicians in the palace have some secret methods that are not passed on. Maybe they can heal your hand."

Holding it in his arms every day, he could develop feelings for the little one even if it was a piece of wood, not to mention a living person. Feng Qingchen sincerely hoped that the little girl would get better.

The little girl lowered her head, rubbed it in Feng Qingchen's arms, the corners of her mouth drooped, and she looked aggrieved.

Feng Qingchen touched the little girl's head and said gently, "My dear, not everyone in this world is a bad person. I can't protect you forever. The only one who can protect you is your father. Your father has been blaming himself for not protecting you well. Don't blame him anymore."

Sooner or later she would have to leave, the little boy couldn't rely on her anymore, kidnapping a princess's son was nothing, the princess's mother wouldn't care anyway. But if she kidnapped the little boy, Prince Duan, who was obsessed with children, would definitely not do it.

"Ah, no... go." Little Dumpling said two words in a hurry. Feng Qingchen was startled, and then his face was ecstatic: "Little Dumpling, you, you can speak now? Say two more words?"

So, Xiaotuanzi’s autism is getting better, right?

"No... go." The little girl spoke with difficulty, her throat seemed to be stuck, her face turned red, and she kept shaking her head: "No, go."

"That's great, that's great... You can really speak now." Feng Qingchen swept away the depression brought by the old national teacher and started turning around in place while holding the little ball.

Little Dumpling seemed to have discovered a new world, his big eyes flickered, and his cute face finally had a second expression. Perhaps knowing that his words could make Feng Qingchen happy, Little Dumpling tried to say more words: "Sister... Sister, hold me."

“Dear…”

These are the words Feng Jin usually says. Ever since little Tuanzi was hurt, he has closed his ears and his heart. He has been living in his own world and refuses to interact with outsiders to avoid being hurt. Only Feng Qingchen and Feng Jin can enter his heart.

As soon as Prince Duan entered the room with the imperial physician he had captured, he heard his son speaking. In excitement, he dropped the physician and ran towards the courtyard where Feng Qingchen lived.

"My son, my son can speak now?" Prince Duan suppressed his excitement, fearing that if he pounced on him, he would scare the little boy. He stood at the door, looking at him anxiously.

"Little Tuanzi, come... call me father and make your dad happy." Feng Qingchen was in a very good mood, holding the little Tuanzi and facing Prince Duan.

As soon as the little girl saw Prince Duan, she returned to her original stupid look, pouting her mouth, obviously disliking Prince Duan. However, in order to make Feng Qingchen happy, the little girl still reluctantly called out, "Father."

"Hey." Prince Duan fully demonstrated the characteristics of a stupid father and responded heavily. His nose felt sore and tears burst out: "My son is finally willing to call me father."

The little boy looked at Prince Duan blankly, then turned his face away indifferently. His eyes were red and his lips were tightly pursed, silently expressing his grievances: he remembered that when he was tied up by the bad guys, he kept calling for his father to save him, but his father never came.

The bad guys locked him up in a small room. Many people died, and they were cut off one by one. The blood splattered on his face. The bad guys threw him into the cold corpses. He was so scared that he cried and kept calling his father to save him. He called for a long time, but his father did not come to save him.

He was so scared, so scared...

Little Dumpling lowered his head, staring at the tip of his shoes, big tears falling silently one by one...

Father, why don’t you come to save Rui’er? Rui’er is in so much pain and scared.

Click...click.

The sound of tears falling instantly pulled Feng Qingchen back from her surprise. She was only concerned with letting Xiaotuanzi walk out of her world, but she forgot whether Xiaotuanzi could withstand everything he had experienced in the past.

Feng Qingchen quickly picked up Little Tuanzi and hurriedly wiped her tears: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Little Tuanzi, be good and don't cry. Sister is so mean. Sister shouldn't force Little Tuanzi. Little Tuanzi doesn't want to do it. We don't want to do it."

Feng Qingchen didn't want the little girl to come out just now, but was frightened and retreated again. He hurriedly comforted her. Prince Duan was also frightened and his face turned pale, but he didn't dare to step forward until the little girl burst into tears and cried out in her heart: "Father, father... Rui'er is so scared, come and save Rui'er. Rui'er is in so much pain, so much pain..."

"Rui'er..." The crying of the little girl was like a needle piercing Prince Duan's heart. Prince Duan's heart ached suddenly, and all his strength was drained away. He leaned against the doorpost and curled up...

Rui'er, please forgive your father. You know you were wrong.

A word to the readers: Little Tuanzi is getting better, Feng Qingchen has no place to live, Jiujiu is so bored, he has to be let out...

I arrived a little late.