A Cai's work The Emperor's Phoenix: Abandoned Concubine The Emperor's Phoenix: Abandoned Concubine Volume 1 1849 Painting Boat, Just Open Your Mouth and You Can Do It
That night, after Xiling Tianyu left, the Ninth Prince also prepared to leave. The Ninth Prince did not tell Feng Qingchen where he was going, and Feng Qingchen did not ask. She just saw Xiling Tianyu's serious face when he left, and Feng Qingchen vaguely understood that this trip would be risky.
"Be careful, don't let me worry about you." Before leaving, Feng Qingchen stepped forward and tidied up the clothes for the Ninth Prince. The two of them were very close, and they could smell each other's body fragrance with just a slight breath. The Ninth Prince lowered his head and his lips fell on the top of Feng Qingchen's head: "It'll be okay."
At least, he wouldn't put himself in danger.
"Yeah." Feng Qingchen leaned gently against the Ninth Prince's chest, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, and said softly, "I'll wait for you to come back." To say that she was not worried, that would be a lie. She would definitely not be able to sleep before the Ninth Prince came back tonight.
"Tomorrow, I will go to the capital with the officials from Dongling." The implication was that he would not come back tonight and asked Feng Qingchen to rest early.
"Okay." Although she felt disappointed, she was not dissatisfied. Feng Qingchen knew that it was not easy for the Ninth Prince to come here, and it was not easy for him to spend a day here.
The Ninth Prince felt a little regretful. From last night till now, the two of them only had this moment alone. There were always people around them before, and they couldn't even whisper to each other. Now he wanted to talk but couldn't find a good opportunity.
It seems that this trip can only be considered as coming for Mr. Yinli.
"Don't you want to ask me who I'm going to meet?" The atmosphere was not right for sweet words, and the Ninth Prince couldn't say them off the top of his head. This question was the safest.
"If I ask, will you tell me?" Feng Qingchen looked up at the Ninth Uncle, who answered without hesitation, "Yes."
"Then I won't ask anymore." Feng Qingchen gently pushed the Ninth Uncle away: "A woman who asks about everything is very scary. You gave me space, and I also have to give you the corresponding respect. I'm not a nanny who asks about everything."
She didn't want to become a burden to the Ninth Prince, making him feel tired and scared every time he thought of her.
"Sometimes, I really don't understand what's going on in your mind." The Ninth Prince reached out and pulled Feng Qingchen back. He rubbed the top of Feng Qingchen's head, ruffling Feng Qingchen's hair. He then withdrew his hand with full determination. Before Feng Qingchen got angry, he said, "Don't worry about Feng Jin's condition. There was a little problem in Jiangnan some time ago, but it's fine now. Guo Baoji is on his way."
"What happened in Jiangnan? Is it related to Qinjian Villa?" Xiao Yi from Qinjian Villa is a man with a story.
"Lan Jingyang and that mysterious aunt seem to want to get something out of Xiao Yi, and have been sending people to contact Xiao Yi." The Ninth Prince felt uneasy when he thought of the news coming from Jiangnan.
"Haven't you found out what it is?" Ninth Prince's people couldn't find out, and Lan Jingyang's people couldn't find out even more.
"I don't know whether Xiao Yi is unaware of the situation or he is too tight-lipped. We can't get anything out of him." It's a good thing that no one can ask any questions.
"What about the ruins of Qinjian Villa? Have you sent anyone to check it out?"
"That piece of land is in the hands of Xuanyue Palace. Xuanyue Palace has already turned Qinjian Villa upside down. If there really was something wrong, Xuanyue Palace would not have gone to find Xiao Yi." The Ninth Prince tapped Feng Qingchen on the forehead: "Okay, you don't have to worry about these things. Wait here, the king will be back soon."
"It hurts. I told you not to tap my forehead anymore. It will leave a mark." Feng Qingchen rubbed his forehead. While the Ninth Prince was not paying attention, he grabbed the Ninth Prince's hand and bit it. Then he turned around and ran into the house.
She stopped at the door and looked at Uncle Nine calmly, as if she was not the one who bit him just now: "Go quickly."
"Okay." The Ninth Prince stood where he was, looked at Feng Qingchen deeply, and left without any reluctance.
In fact, he was reluctant to leave. Being with Feng Qingchen, even with the two big obstacles of Feng Jin and Xuelang, he felt very warm and comfortable.
No words are needed, as long as I can see Feng Qingchen when I look up, it's good enough...
Still on the pleasure boat, Mr. Yinli seemed to have a special liking for pleasure boats. When the Ninth Prince arrived, it was already late, and the pleasure boats were sparsely scattered on the river bank. Mr. Yinli's pleasure boat was parked in the middle of the river, and to get on it, one had to take a small boat first.
This position is quite delicate. If you don't have some courage, you wouldn't dare to go up there.
"Master..." The guards sent by Xiling Tianyu were extremely uneasy when they saw the situation on the river. They hoped to dissuade the Ninth Prince from getting on the boat.
The place where the pleasure boat is parked is suitable for setting up an ambush, but it is not suitable for protection. If Mr. Yinli wants to do something bad to the Ninth Prince, he can arrange a killer on the pleasure boat, or let the killer hide in the water in advance. The guards will not be able to arrive in time when the incident occurs, and can only watch the pleasure boat get into trouble.
"It's okay." The Ninth Prince waved his hand, signaling these people not to say anything more: "Keep an eye on them, don't let anyone get close." The Ninth Prince was not afraid of the assassins arranged in advance. What the Ninth Prince was on guard against was the sudden appearance of the officers and soldiers from Xiling.
In order for Xiling to obtain the evidence of his infiltration, Dongling would have to give up most of the benefits to Xiling in this cooperation between the two countries, which was something the Ninth Prince did not want to see.
"Yes." The people arranged by Xiling Tianyu did not dare to disobey the orders of the Ninth Prince. They could only watch as the Ninth Prince boarded the boat and headed towards the pleasure boat in the middle of the river.
The small wooden boat moved forward and soon came to the pleasure boat. The colorful lights on the pleasure boat were all on, but it was cold and deserted without any sound. The Ninth Prince jumped up lightly.
"Master, my master invites you." As soon as the Ninth Prince stood firm, an old servant came out and led the Ninth Prince through many twists and turns towards the pleasure boat.
I walked into the pleasure boat and went down one level. The clear sound of a piano reached my ears. The old servant stopped at the door and made a gesture of invitation.
"How honorable, sir." The Ninth Prince clapped his hands, interrupting the sound of Mr. Yinli's piano.
Mr. Yinli withdrew his hand with a bit of regret: "Your Highness has come at a really bad time, there is only one section left." Feng Jin and the prince were only one level apart in status, so it was not impossible for them to compete.
"If it's missing the last note, it won't be a complete song." Not to mention missing one note, even if it's missing half a note, Feng Jin has no chance of winning.
"The prince's requirements are too high, not everyone is like you." Mr. Yinli smiled indifferently, stood up gracefully, and made a gesture of invitation. Then he knelt on the left side, took out the tea set beside him, and slowly brewed it.
The Ninth Prince smiled without saying a word. He sat comfortably aside, watching Mr. Yinli make tea with an admiring look.
Tonight, he came and boarded the pleasure boat alone, which was enough to let Mr. Yinli understand his trust and fearlessness towards Xiling. If Mr. Yinli had any problem, as long as he asked, Donglingjiu would be able to do it...