267 Drinking tea, I heard you are good at sewing

The Ninth Prince in the carriage was a little different from usual, less cold and more casual; less distant and more popular.

Without his usual rigor and maturity, the Ninth Prince was half-lying on the small couch, carefree and unrestrained, with his hair scattered on his chest, his long eyelashes blinking lightly, showing an indescribable laziness and leisure.

This was not the first time Feng Qingchen had seen the Ninth Uncle like this, but every time she saw him, she felt her heart beating faster and she felt so awkward that she didn't know where to put her hands and feet. If she didn't know medicine, she would have thought she was sick.

Beauty is a feast to the eyes, and this applies not only to women but also to men, just like Wang Jinling and the Ninth Prince. Facing such a beautiful man who is a feast to the eyes and is also their favorite man, it is really not easy to remain calm.

Feng Qingchen half-crouched at the door of the carriage, and closed the door after calming down. When he was hesitating whether to sit or kneel, the Ninth Prince said, "Sit."

"Thank you, Uncle Nine, for the seat." Feng Qingchen spoke respectfully, but was not polite and only sat on half of his buttocks.

The Ninth Prince's carriage was very big, like a small room, but no matter how big it was, it was still a carriage. If you didn't sit firmly in the carriage, a slight bump would make you look embarrassing.

Last time, she had made a fool of herself once, when the Ninth Prince accused her of throwing herself at him. She would never make the same mistake twice. It was okay to be a fangirl, but she couldn't be so shameful as to embarrass herself in front of the same person twice.

The carriage continued to move forward only after Feng Qingchen was firmly seated. The horse formation had excellent shockproof effect, and the road was flat, so Feng Qingchen could hardly feel the bumps.

The Ninth Prince put the book at his feet, sat up straight, pulled out a low table, and took out a set of tea sets and a bag of tea from the secret compartment.

What is the Ninth Prince doing? Drinking tea in the carriage?

Feng Qingchen was confused, but since the Ninth Prince didn't say anything, she didn't know how to start. She quickly glanced at the Ninth Prince's calm face, then lowered her head to watch him make tea.

I have to say that beautiful people look beautiful in everything they do. Although the word "beautiful" is a bit inappropriate to use to describe the Ninth Prince, he is truly a handsome man who deserves the title.

The Ninth Prince seemed to be very proficient in the tea ceremony. I say "seemed" because Feng Qingchen did not understand the tea ceremony at all. No matter how well she pretended to be like one on the surface, she was not a proper ancient lady after all. She knew nothing about the four arts except wine.

Feng Qingchen watched him fiddling with the tea set over and over again. He found it quite novel and became fascinated without realizing it.

Soon the carriage was filled with the aroma of tea. Feng Qingchen closed his eyes and took a deep breath, and immediately felt refreshed.

"Snow and fog before rain, try it." The Ninth Prince handed the first cup of tea to Feng Qingchen, who was flattered to take it.

The teacup was so small that their fingers inevitably touched each other. Warm tea and cold fingers. Feng Qingchen's heart skipped a beat. Before he could even hold the teacup firmly, he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Be careful." The teacup nearly fell down. Fortunately, the Ninth Prince reacted quickly and quickly grabbed the teacup. At the same time, he grabbed Feng Qingchen's hand and placed the teacup in her palm: "Don't waste my tea."

The tone was gentle, with a hint of tenderness that was hardly noticeable.

"Yes." Feng Qingchen held the tea in both hands and avoided physical contact with the Ninth Uncle.

Although the Ninth Prince hugged, embraced and kissed her during the days when she was injured, it was at night after all, and she was a patient and could not struggle. Now in broad daylight, Feng Qingchen really didn't want to be too intimate with the Ninth Prince.

Feng Qingchen, who was full of thoughts, held the teacup and drank the tea in it. She thought to herself, isn't the Ninth Prince a mysophobe and doesn't like contact with people? So what is his attitude towards her?

He said he was special to her, but he was also half-hearted; but could he say he was not special to her? And she was the only woman who could get close to the Ninth Prince in all these years.

Feng Qingchen felt very annoyed. She couldn't understand the Ninth Prince's heart, and the Ninth Prince didn't seem to want her to understand.

Such a small cup of tea really doesn't quench my thirst. As for what the tea tastes like, Feng Qingchen hasn't figured it out yet. As a vulgar person, she doesn't understand tea at all.

After drinking, he put the cup back and waited for the Ninth Uncle to slowly sip the tea. The carriage was quiet, the aroma of tea was fragrant, and he felt indescribably comfortable. Feng Qingchen also gradually let go of the depression in his heart.

The Ninth Prince put down his teacup and asked, "How is this tea?"

Ask her? That doesn't mean she didn't ask. Feng Qingchen said in a very formal way, "Of course the Ninth Prince's tea is excellent!"

"I thought I couldn't taste it, but it turns out you know this tea is excellent." The Ninth Prince was obviously mocking Feng Qingchen's drinking behavior. Feng Qingchen didn't feel embarrassed and said calmly, "The Ninth Prince is right. Qingchen doesn't know how to taste tea. Qingchen's drinking is like a cow chewing a peony. It's a waste of good tea."

"You are quite self-aware. The entire Kyushu continent only produces three kilograms of this snow and fog before the rain each year. It's really a waste of good tea to give it to you." These words were obviously full of sarcasm, but coming from the mouth of the Ninth Prince, they did not sound so harsh. His cold and slow tone did not have the usual majesty, but rather a sense of laziness.

Feng Qingchen really didn't understand what this old man was talking about, so based on the principle of saying less and making fewer mistakes, he just kept his mouth shut and didn't respond.

Feng Qingchen didn't say anything, but the Ninth Prince rarely spoke much: "Feng Qingchen, you drank my tea, do you want to repay me?"

It seemed like he was asking, but he didn't give Feng Qingchen any chance to refuse. He looked at Feng Qingchen with his deep eyes without blinking, and his eyes clearly said: If you dare to refuse, you will be in trouble.

Return?

Feng Qingchen was stunned. The words on his lips were taken back because of the look in the Ninth Prince's eyes. He wailed in his heart...

Wuuuu, this tea is not what she wants to drink, and this tea is not what she is willing to drink. Can she please spit it out?

Under the Ninth Uncle's silver power, Feng Qingchen could only suppress the wailing in her heart: "I wonder how the Ninth Uncle wants Qingchen to repay me?"

Like a magic trick, the Ninth Prince took out an old purse from somewhere and said, "I heard that you are very good at sewing. This purse of mine is torn. Can you mend it for me?"

After saying that, he threw the purse into Feng Qingchen's arms. Feng Qingchen hadn't reacted to Ninth Prince's words yet, and hurriedly caught the purse.

Fainted, how could she sew? Well, her sewing skills were good, but she could only sew human flesh. She was about to refuse, but when she said the three words "Ninth Uncle...", she was interrupted by the Ninth Uncle: "Don't move."

The serious tone and look scared Feng Qingchen, and he sat there without daring to move.

The Ninth Prince leaned forward, approaching little by little...

Feng Qingchen's eyes widened as she looked at the handsome face in front of her. She didn't know how to react for a moment. She clenched her purse tightly with both hands, trying to push the Ninth Uncle away, but her hands were out of control and she couldn't lift them.

The faint scent of bamboo leaves dispelled the tea aroma in the nostrils. There was only a hair between the two of them, and their breaths blended. Feng Qingchen could feel the heat coming from the Ninth Prince's exhalation. She swallowed quietly, and even her breathing became cautious.

Boom, boom, boom... Feng Qingchen seemed to hear her own heartbeat like thunder. Her mouth was dry and she felt restless. But the Ninth Prince was right in front of her, so she didn't dare to move.

This is different at night. There are no lights at night. Although the two are close to each other, she can't see anything in the dark. In addition, she was injured and was only concerned with the pain. She didn't have the energy to think about anything else.

Now, in the small carriage, the Ninth Prince was so close to her, and the atmosphere was so ambiguous no matter how she looked at it. Feng Qingchen wanted to break this charming atmosphere, but she was powerless...

Facing the Ninth Prince's approaching step by step, I could only ask silently in my heart: Ninth Prince, what on earth are you doing? Can you hurry up, I'm nervous when you do this...

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