436 Treacherous, they are a perfect match

The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. No matter how dissatisfied or unconvinced Su Wan is, or how good her handwriting is, the winner in the end is always Feng Qingchen.

Although she won by taking some shortcuts and it wasn't a very fair victory, Feng Qingchen didn't care at all. Even if someone pointed fingers and said that she won by relying on connections, Feng Qingchen would just laugh it off.

Relationships are also a kind of ability. Besides, with what Old Yan said, anyone with a little common sense can understand that Su Wan did not lose because of her writing, but because of her character.

A person of high moral character would write in a beautiful and elegant style. Su Wan's actions have ruined her beautiful calligraphy. Looking at the calligraphy again, one feels that it is too artificial and has no spirit at all.

Not everyone loves the whole family, but most people hate the whole family. Su Wan is unlucky.

The calligraphy competition lasts the shortest, but for Feng Qingchen, it is definitely not easier than playing chess. Playing chess is mental work, while carving words on rice is real physical work. Not only does her eyes hurt, but her fingers are also sore. She really wants to go back and ask Tong Jue and Tong Yao to massage her fingers. You know, she has a painting competition tomorrow, which is also very damaging to her fingers.

Thinking of this, Feng Qingchen quickened her pace, but as she quickened her pace, she found that the person next to her also quickened his pace and was walking side by side with her.

The two of them going out together would definitely cause a sensation. Xiling Tianlei just said that the Ninth Prince was partial to his friends, and they went back together after the competition. Isn't this deliberately making people think too much? Feng Qingchen hesitated for a moment, stopped, saluted respectfully and said, "Ninth Prince, we are going our separate ways."

Okay, Feng Qingchen admitted that she was ungrateful. The Ninth Prince had just helped her, and she kicked him away. But she was doing this for the Ninth Prince's own good.

The Ninth Prince, you are a man of great intelligence, aloof from women, and like a banished immortal, why should you make exceptions for an abandoned woman again and again and walk with her, lowering your own taste and status in vain?

Feng Qingchen took a step back inconspicuously, putting some distance between herself and the Ninth Prince. You know, it was widely rumored outside that her competition with Su Wan was for the Ninth Prince.

"I will take you back." A hint of hurt flashed across the Ninth Prince's eyes. Ever since the competition between her and Su Wan began, Feng Qingchen had been distancing herself from them again and again, as if she was afraid of being associated with him.

The Ninth Prince really didn't understand what Feng Qingchen meant. Women's hearts were really hard to understand. The Ninth Prince swore that he would never get involved with any other woman except Feng Qingchen. Feng Qingchen was almost annoying him to death.

"This is not a good idea. I have guards." Feng Qingchen looked embarrassed.

Ninth Prince Uncle, now is the competition period. Someone is watching her every move, and even a small detail will be magnified. If she gets too close to the Ninth Prince Uncle, it will give people the wrong impression. Even if the Ninth Prince Uncle doesn't care about herself, he should at least think about her.

Woo woo woo... You know, her every move can affect the direction of Dongling's number one gambling game. She is going too far and moving too frequently. She is afraid that someone can't afford to lose and will secretly harm her.

Ahem... Not long after, Feng Qingchen found that what he said had come true. There really was a guy in this imperial city who couldn't afford to lose.

If it was any other time, the Ninth Prince would definitely not force Feng Qingchen. He knew Feng Qingchen was not a hypocritical person, but today he just wanted to keep her. The Ninth Prince rolled his eyes and said seriously, "Change the medicine."

Um?

Feng Qingchen was stunned at first, then she realized that the soldiers injured that night should indeed have their dressings changed by now, but she had been so busy recently that she had forgotten about it.

Health is the most important thing. Although Feng Qingchen was still a little worried about the impact of the two going in and out together, thinking of the injuries of the seven soldiers, he still listened to the Ninth Uncle: "Ninth Uncle, send someone to my house to get the medicine box, we will go now."

Official business is important, other things can be put aside.

"Well, take my carriage." The Ninth Prince nodded contentedly, turned around and strode towards his special carriage. The process was not important, what was important was the result. The result was what he wanted, and that was enough.

After Feng Qingchen said a few words to the child behind her, she trotted to catch up with the Ninth Uncle. Looking at the Ninth Uncle's back, Feng Qingchen just wanted to say, why, why is it always her who is chasing the Ninth Uncle's back, always her who is chasing the Ninth Uncle's footsteps, is it possible that she was born to live to chase the Ninth Uncle?

The Ninth Prince chased her out and walked side by side, but if she chased the Ninth Prince, she could only walk behind him. Feng Qingchen couldn't think of a reason, or was dissatisfied with the reason she thought of, so Feng Qingchen attributed it to a matter of status. The Ninth Prince had a high status and was not used to walking behind others.

During the competition, there was a large flow of people and carriages were not allowed to pass on the road leading to the Royal Academy, except for the Ninth Prince.

After getting on the carriage, the Ninth Prince sat on the left as usual, leaving the seat on the right empty for Feng Qingchen. There was water and snacks prepared in the carriage, and one could tell at a glance that they were prepared for Feng Qingchen, because the Ninth Prince only drank tea.

"Thank you, Uncle Nine." Feng Qingchen was not polite. She was indeed hungry and thirsty. She also had to change the bandages for the injured soldiers, and she could not do it without physical strength.

"Yeah." The Ninth Prince responded, and his worries were reduced a little.

The carriage was moving very steadily and slowly. The water in the cup was rippling slightly, but not a drop spilled out. Feng Qingchen thought that this was a special order from the Ninth Prince to make it easier for her to eat. But when she finished eating, the carriage was still moving so slowly and steadily, which Feng Qingchen found strange.

Feng Qingchen admits that he is not smart, but definitely not stupid. The Ninth Prince has his own principles in doing things. There must be a reason why the Ninth Prince asked the coachman to go slowly.

Therefore, even though she had doubts in her heart, Feng Qingchen did not ask. She just closed her eyes and leaned against the carriage, massaging her fingers from time to time, silently remembering Jiu Qing's massage techniques. Feng Qingchen was a little absent-minded, so when the Ninth Prince said, "Put your hand out," Feng Qingchen subconsciously stretched out her hand, and when she came back to her senses, she could not pull it back.

The Ninth Prince took a step forward and held Feng Qingchen's hand. It was just as cool, delicate, and smooth as in his memory, like the finest silk, making people reluctant to let go. The Ninth Prince even wondered what it would feel like when these hands touched him.

Boom... The Ninth Prince suddenly felt that the carriage was too small and the temperature inside was too high. He needed to open the door to get some fresh air and blow away the messy thoughts in his mind.

"Ninth Prince? Let go, you're hurting me." Feng Qingchen pulled his hand back in dissatisfaction, but the Ninth Prince held his hand tighter and tighter, and red fingerprints appeared on the back of his hand.

"Don't move." The Ninth Prince secretly exhaled, calmed his mind, loosened his hand slightly, and regardless of Feng Qingchen's dissatisfied expression, he gently and seriously massaged Feng Qingchen's ten fingers.

The Ninth Prince lowered his head, with only Feng Qingchen's ten fingers in his eyes. It was obviously just a small matter of massaging the ten fingers, but when the Ninth Prince did it, it had a unique charm.

Serious and focused, yet with a hint of awkwardness and nervousness, he held her ten fingers gently, his movements so gentle that they could not be felt, as if he was afraid of hurting her if he used too much force.

A king who is in a high position and has never stained his fingers with dust, I am afraid he has never done such a thing. At this moment, he condescended to do such a small thing for a woman. Any woman would be moved, and she is also a woman...

Tears flashed in Feng Qingchen's eyes, she really hoped that time would stay at this moment forever.

A message to readers: The same thing done by people of different identities will produce different results.