268 Close your eyes, Madam Diplomacy

Feng Qingchen sat there motionless, her eyes kept open and felt sore and bitter, but she didn't dare to blink. It seemed that there was only enough space for a piece of paper between the two of them. She was afraid that if she blinked, their eyelashes would fight, and then things would become unclear.

Just when Feng Qingchen thought that time had stopped and the Ninth Prince would just keep watching until the end of time, the Ninth Prince finally spoke: "Close your eyes."

The slow tone of voice seemed to have the power to bewitch people, making them involuntarily do what he said.

"Close, close your eyes?" Feng Qingchen stuttered, his palms sweating constantly, the purse in his hands was soaked with sweat, his long eyelashes were like butterfly wings, trembling gently, making him look particularly adorable.

The Ninth Prince did not say anything, just looked at Feng Qingchen, with a firmness in his eyes that refrained from being rejected. Feng Qingchen did not know why, but under the gaze of the Ninth Prince, she just closed her eyes, her heart pounding.

Ninth Prince, what are you going to do? Are you going to kiss her? If you really want to kiss her, will she resist desperately or half-heartedly?

Ah, it's so difficult. If she refuses, will the Ninth Prince be angry? If she half-heartedly agrees, will the Ninth Prince let her do whatever she wants?

Feng Qingchen was struggling internally. The purse in her hand had been twisted beyond recognition. This moment was even more stressful than her first time on the operating table. She, she, she... really wanted to escape!

Although the Ninth Prince had kissed her before, that kiss only fell on her hair, and it was at night, so it was not so embarrassing at all.

Feng Qingchen's eyelashes trembled more and more violently, but the Ninth Prince did not move.

Closing her eyes, her other senses became more sensitive. In addition to the pleasant bamboo scent on the Ninth Prince, Feng Qingchen seemed to smell a unique masculine scent on the man, and a faint hint of medicinal scent.

The smell of medicine? Is the Ninth Prince injured? Feng Qingchen shuddered, as if he had suddenly woken up, but at this moment, Feng Qingchen felt something cold falling on his eyelids.

Feng Qingchen was startled and opened his eyes quickly, just in time to see the Ninth Prince retracting his hand: "Ninth Prince, what are you doing?"

I don't know if I was thinking too much or the temperature of the carriage was too high, but Feng Qingchen's cheeks were red, like autumn apples. If Sun Zhengdao saw it, he would never call Feng Qingchen a bitch.

"There is something dirty on your eyelashes. I will remove it for you. What's the matter? Do you want me to do something?" Dong Lingjiu distanced themselves from each other and said teasing words seriously. Feng Qingchen looked into his eyes and found that the little figure in the eyes of the Ninth Prince had a flushed face and looked nervous and expectant.

Aww... Feng Qingchen howled in his heart.

What is going on? It was obviously the Ninth Prince who started it. Why is she the one who suffers? It's not evil to bully her.

Feng Qingchen was so angry that she wanted to bite Dong Lingjiu to death. Her eyes were wide open and her cheeks were puffy. She was ready to glare at the Ninth Emperor Uncle fiercely to let him know that little women were not to be trifled with. However, she found out...

The Ninth Prince had already sat back, leaning against the low couch, holding a book in his hand, looking calm and composed as if nothing had happened.

Feng Qingchen had no place to vent his anger, and he felt it was choked in his heart. He pounded the carriage angrily, making a thumping sound.

She just didn't believe that Uncle Nine could still calm down and read in such a noisy environment.

Facts have proved that Feng Qingchen doesn't understand the Ninth Uncle at all. Not to mention the quarrel, even if she killed or burned things in front of the Ninth Uncle, he would still read the book.

Feng Qingchen worked for a long time but there was no effect. He was a little discouraged. Looking at the tea on the table that was still smoking, Feng Qingchen picked up the pot and poured a cup without thinking. After drinking it in one gulp, he poured another cup.

There are only two or three kilograms of snow fog before the rain every year, right? I'll drink it all.

Unable to find anyone to vent his anger on, he could only vent it on tea. Feng Qingchen drank the tea desperately and did not notice the slightly raised corners of Ninth Prince's mouth and the unstoppable smile in the corners of his eyes.

"How can you be so cute!"

The Ninth Prince lowered his head and turned another page, but he did not look closely at a single word written in the book. Every word he read in the book was like Feng Qingchen drinking tea angrily.

How much tea can there be in a small pot? Feng Qingchen finished it in just two gulps. At this time, the smile on the Ninth Prince's face also disappeared. Feng Qingchen knew that she and the Ninth Prince were not on the same level, and it would be useless for her to make a fuss. So she turned her head to look outside, trying to pretend that she didn't see it.

However, the Ninth Prince's aura was extremely powerful. Even when looking outside the carriage, Feng Qingchen still saw the Ninth Prince's enlarged handsome face. After finally arriving at the Feng Mansion, the carriage stopped. Feng Qingchen couldn't wait to thank him and jumped off the carriage.

"Feng Qingchen, wait a minute!" Just as he took a step, the voice of the Ninth Emperor's uncle came from behind. Feng Qingchen turned around quickly and saw the Ninth Emperor's uncle half out of his body: "Feng Qingchen, don't forget what I did. I will come to get it in three days!"

After saying that, a bright and beautiful smile appeared on Yan Jin's face. Unfortunately, Feng Qingchen was stunned again.

The Ninth Prince smiled? And his smile was so bright and sunny? Feng Qingchen found himself blushing again.

The smile on the Ninth Prince's face became even brighter: "Did you hear that?"

Feng Qingchen didn't hear clearly what the Ninth Uncle said, but instinctively didn't want to disappoint the man in front of her, so she nodded blankly.

The Ninth Prince nodded in satisfaction, and the smile on his face disappeared in an instant. He got back into the carriage and slammed the door shut: "Let's go."

After the carriage left, Feng Qingchen came to his senses. He looked down at the completely unrecognizable purse in his hand and wished he could just smash his head against it and die.

How could she accept this thing in a daze? Why did she forget to refuse and forget to tell the Ninth Prince that she couldn't sew?

Purse, purse, what's the use of mending a broken purse?

Feng Qingchen threw the purse in her hand without thinking: "I'm not an embroiderer. Really, it's a beauty trap. You used the beauty trap on me just for a purse. It's too shameless. This is the second time."

Feng Qingchen was in tears. The last time it was Wang Jinling who used her beauty trap, and then she was dizzy and gave the purse in her hand to Wang Jinling.

God knows what happened to her that day. She had almost let go of the purse, but at the moment of pounce, she somehow managed to grab the purse and put it away.

At that time, I was thinking about saving money, but I didn't expect that I would be coaxed by Wang Jinling in the end. And this time?

Feng Qingchen was tricked by the Ninth Prince into accepting a broken purse. She was so angry that she strode towards the Feng Mansion. However, she regretted it after only a few steps. She paused and turned back, picking up the purse: "Forget it, I'll return it to the Ninth Prince when I have a chance. It will be more troublesome if I lose this thing. The Ninth Prince is a..."

Feng Qingchen shuddered all over.

The purse had long been soaked with sweat and wrinkled beyond recognition. After being thrown and covered in dust, it was even more unrecognizable.

Feng Qingchen was very meticulous in medical skills, but was careless when it came to matters like this. He put the purse into his pocket without even looking at the pattern on it.

If the Ninth Prince knew about this, he would be so angry that he would vomit blood. How easy was it for him to pick a purse? What was even more difficult was that he picked the purse with the auspicious dragon and phoenix at random.

After returning to the Feng Mansion, the maid brought water for Feng Qingchen to wash and served her iced tea and fruit. Feng Qingchen felt relaxed while eating the cold food.

After explaining a few things about the mansion, Feng Qingchen thought that there was nothing to do today, so he thought about going to the Blood-Clothed Guard to find Lu Shaolin.

She had been thinking about going to find Lu Shaolin for a long time, but her plan was ruined by Zhai Dongming last time. Now that she had some free time, she decided to go there.

At this time, she went to find Lu Shaolin, but she had no intention of asking for his protection. To be frank, no matter how cautious she was behind the scenes, at least she seemed to be in high spirits on the surface. The fact that Feng Qingchen was still thinking about Lu Shaolin at this time showed that she was a nostalgic person.

Feng Qingchen ordered the stable staff to prepare the carriage, went back to her room to change her clothes, and prepared to kill the Blood Robe Guards directly. Before she even walked out of the door, Butler Wang hurriedly caught up with her and said, "Miss, your current status is not suitable for going to a place like the Blood Robe Guards, let alone making friends with Lord Lu."

The young lady of the Marquis of Loyalty is a protective umbrella, but it is also a constraint. Feng Qingchen is no longer the unattended wild girl. She must act according to her status. If she rashly goes to the Blood Robe Guard and looks for the commander-in-chief of the Blood Robe Guard, she will only be gossiped about.

Feng Qingchen was not stupid. When she heard what Butler Wang said, she immediately understood: "Go, have someone send a greeting card to the Lu Mansion and tell them that I will go to see Madam Lu this afternoon."

When the housekeeper heard this, a smile of approval appeared on his face: "Miss, you did a good job." Although Miss Feng had never been taught by her elders since she was a child, she was a person who understood things quickly.

It is true that women are not suitable to make friends with foreign officials, but they can make friends with their wives and daughters. The women in the backyard are not only good at playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and the daily necessities of life. Their knowledge is no worse than that of ordinary men.

Since it was a formal visit, it would not be appropriate to just bring a few boxes of blue pills. Feng Qingchen turned back to the Feng Mansion and asked the housekeeper to prepare gifts.

The Feng Mansion used to be extremely poor, but after the Emperor's decree came down some time ago, most of the dignitaries in the imperial city sent her gifts. The Feng Mansion's storehouse was now full, so it was not difficult to pick out a decent gift.

After lunch, Feng Qingchen took another half-hour nap. When she woke up, she saw the maids coming in with a pile of clothes and pearl hairpins: "Miss, housekeeper Wang asked us to dress you up."

Feng Qingchen nodded with difficulty. She understood. This was the first time that the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Loyalty had to take diplomacy seriously. She couldn't just go out in casual clothes like Ping Jin.

Although he didn't like carrying a bunch of noisy things, Feng Qingchen accepted it for the sake of not being impolite. Face is given by others, but you also have to earn it yourself.

"Hehe, don't worry, miss. I won't dress you up like a tree." The maids were also from the Wang family. Seeing that Feng Qingchen was so friendly, they were less restrained.

"Before coming here, the young master has already told me and others about your preferences. He said that you have the demeanor of a noble lady from the previous dynasty. I will definitely dress you up well." Another maid held a bright red gauze dress, her eyes full of joy, making Feng Qingchen feel like she was about to get married, and the person she was going to marry was...

I'm late!