437 Spring, kissing and getting emotional

The Ninth Prince massaged with great skill, with a little force, but it was not painful. There was a slight tingling sensation between the fingertips, and a faint burning sensation in the cold fingers. The soreness in the fingers soon disappeared.

Feng Qingchen felt so comfortable that she almost fell asleep. Being able to eliminate the soreness in her ten fingers in such a short time, Feng Qingchen was sure that the Ninth Prince's level was definitely better than Lan Jiuqing's. Feng Qingchen even suspected that the Ninth Prince had learned it specially?

Feng Qingchen sniffed. Okay, she admitted that this idea made her secretly happy and pleased, but she was a rational person after all...

After being moved, Feng Qingchen's brain began to work rapidly again. The more she thought about it, the more strange it seemed to her. She could still understand that Lan Jiuqing knew the technique of massaging acupoints. People who had been fighting for years always had some techniques to relieve pain, but how could the Ninth Prince do that?

Unable to figure it out, Feng Qingchen was too lazy to think deeply. There were some things that could not be thought about too deeply. If you thought too much, you would want to know more, and then it would be dangerous...

As she said, the more she knows, the faster she will die. She still wants to live a few more years. She doesn't want to touch the secrets of the Ninth Prince. What she is interested in now is the Ninth Prince's finger massage technique.

Feng Qingchen felt like she was being scratched by a cat in her heart. She really wanted to ask the Ninth Prince how he knew this massage technique and if he could teach her. If Lan Jiuqing wouldn't teach her, the Ninth Prince should be able to, since he didn't rely on this for a living after all.

But the Ninth Prince seemed to know what she was thinking. Before she opened her mouth, the Ninth Prince said, "If your hands get tired in the future, remember to tell me. I will arrange for someone to come over even if I'm not here."

That is to say, from now on, the job of massaging Feng Qingchen's hands will be taken by the Ninth Prince. Feng Qingchen can't snatch it away from him, and of course the Ninth Prince will not teach Feng Qingchen.

"This..." Not so good.

The Ninth Prince raised his eyelids, glared at Feng Qingchen, and interrupted Feng Qingchen rudely: "Come closer."

As he spoke, the Ninth Prince pushed the small table and chair in the middle to the inside of the carriage, removing the only obstacle between the two of them, and motioned Feng Qingchen to step forward, but...

The carriage was too big. Even if Feng Qingchen moved forward, the distance between them would still be there. Feng Qingchen had tried his best to lean forward, but the Ninth Prince was still dissatisfied.

"Sit here." The Ninth Prince moved to the right, making room beside him.

Sitting side by side with the Ninth Uncle?

Feng Qingchen felt a lot of pressure and refused to stand up, but she forgot that her hands were held by the Ninth Prince. If Feng Qingchen didn't move, wouldn't the Ninth Prince move on his own?

Feng Qingchen did not notice when and how the Ninth Prince exerted his strength. She only knew that after a spin, she had sat next to the Ninth Prince, right next to him.

Getting too close, with just a light breath, the unique bamboo fragrance of the Ninth Prince's body came to her nose. Feng Qingchen didn't know if she was thinking too much or what, but she always felt that there was a familiar smell of medicine on the Ninth Prince's body.

In order to confirm her suspicion, Feng Qingchen turned her head, moved closer to the Ninth Uncle, and took a deep breath. Before she could distinguish the smell of the Ninth Uncle, the Ninth Uncle flicked her forehead and said, "What are you daydreaming about?"

With a "pa..." sound, a red mark was left on Feng Qingchen's forehead.

"Ouch." Feng Qingchen cried out in pain and forgot about her doubts. She glared at the Ninth Prince with resentment and wanted to reach out to rub her aching forehead, but her hands were held tightly by the Ninth Prince and she could not pull them free. Feng Qingchen did not dare to use too much force for fear of hurting her hands.

"Let go." I don't know if Feng Qingchen knew, but her tone at this moment was just like a little girl acting coquettishly, without a trace of authority at all.

Regardless of whether Feng Qingchen knew it or not, the Ninth Prince certainly knew it. A smile finally appeared in the Ninth Prince's eyes, and his indifferent aura disappeared. He became much softer, and turned his face to the side and kissed Feng Qingchen's forehead gently: "It doesn't hurt anymore."

This was the tone of coaxing a child, but the Ninth Prince's actions were not coaxing a child. After the Ninth Prince gave a kiss, he did not leave. Instead, he gently licked Feng Qingchen's forehead. Feng Qingchen only felt a warmth on his forehead.

Boom... The blood flowed backwards, Feng Qingchen was completely stunned. There was only one thought in her mind, that is, the Ninth Prince was kissing her.

What's wrong with the Ninth Prince?

Feng Qingchen was more frightened than happy. His whole body was stiff and he stood there motionless like a piece of wood.

This move by the Ninth Prince Uncle was by no means premeditated; it was completely an accident. The Ninth Prince Uncle thought back to his childhood when he saw the late Queen use this method to coax the Prince. Every time the Prince fell ill, the late Queen would kiss his forehead, and the Prince would then smile brilliantly and say it didn't hurt anymore.

At that time, he envied the prince very much. When he was a child, he practiced martial arts and had injuries all over his body. He couldn't sleep every day because of the pain. Every day, he hoped that someone would kiss him like the late queen kissed the prince and kiss away the pain in his body, but no one...

No matter how badly he was injured, there was no one like that.

Later, when he grew up, he realized that when he was injured, the pain could not be relieved by a kiss. But today, seeing Feng Qingchen crying out in pain, and his hands were busy, the Ninth Prince had an idea and lowered his head to give Feng Qingchen a kiss on the forehead.

Even though it still hurts after a kiss, I will feel better.

But the Ninth Uncle forgot that he was not the late queen, and Feng Qingchen was not the crown prince. They were not children anymore and were no longer at the age where they needed to be coaxed.

When his cold lips touched her tender skin, the Ninth Prince was reluctant to move his lips away. In addition, Feng Qingchen did not resist, so the Ninth Prince became even more unscrupulous, and his lips moved down along her forehead...

At some point, the Ninth Prince had already let go of Feng Qingchen's hand, and put one hand around Feng Qingchen's waist, while the other hand supported the back of Feng Qingchen's head, making it easier for him to kiss her...

Feng Qingchen's hands were also fixed on her waist by the Ninth Prince. Although it was already autumn, the carriage was filled with the atmosphere of spring.

The Ninth Prince was not an expert at flirting, and his kiss was even a little awkward, but Feng Qingchen was so intoxicated by it that he had no intention of resisting.

The Ninth Prince's kiss was free of lust and had no intention of profaning Feng Qingchen. His kiss was sacred and noble, but it softened people's hearts. Feng Qingchen now collapsed powerlessly in the Ninth Prince's arms.

The carriage was too small and the air was too thin. Feng Qingchen felt that her brain was severely lacking in oxygen. Now, not only was she unable to think, she also didn't know what she was doing.

The Ninth Prince's black eyes seemed to have magical power that could suck people in. Feng Qingchen was deeply trapped in the Ninth Prince's black eyes and couldn't extricate herself.

The clear eyes were stained with a layer of mist, and the eyes were blurred and out of focus. Feng Qingchen felt as if he was walking on clouds, confused and unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

At this moment, Feng Qingchen was like a puppet, at the mercy of the Ninth Prince's arms. The moment she put her arms around the Ninth Prince's waist, Feng Qingchen's mind became clear for a rare moment, but she could only think of: the Ninth Prince's waist was so perfect that her arms could just fit around it.

A dense stream of kisses fell on Feng Qingchen's face, some light and some heavy. Seeing Feng Qingchen's blushing cheeks, the Ninth Prince became playful and gently bit Feng Qingchen's small nose...