439 Unfair, the wound opened again

As for whether the Ninth Prince would do it or not, Feng Qingchen didn't want to discuss this issue any further. Whether the Ninth Prince would do it or not had nothing to do with her, so she couldn't care less.

Besides, even if the Ninth Prince could do it, given his pride, he would never do it in the carriage in front of her. To put it nicely, the Ninth Prince's person was to be mindful of his image. In other words, he was just trying to save face but suffering in vain.

Of course, Feng Qingchen had no way of imagining the scene of the Ninth Prince doing something with his hands in front of her. When she thought of the Ninth Prince with a lewd look on his face, looking at her while satisfying his desires, Feng Qingchen felt a chill.

She patted her head and decisively dismissed the idea. If the Ninth Prince knew what she was thinking, he would probably want to kill her.

If the Ninth Prince doesn't know how to do it, then there is nothing to say. Don't expect her to help. She can't do this kind of thing. She is a surgeon, not a urologist. Even if she is a urologist, she doesn't have to do this kind of thing herself.

Anyway, no matter whether the Ninth Prince can do it or not, he has to hold it in. Even if he gets hurt, it has nothing to do with her. She is wrong in this matter, but it was not her who started it. If anyone should be blamed, it should be the Ninth Prince himself.

After Feng Qingchen tidied her clothes, she sat down opposite the Ninth Uncle and moved the small table in the corner to block the space between her and the Ninth Uncle.

The man in front of her is not a gentleman, so she'd better be on guard. Although she can accept doing that with the Ninth Prince, acceptance doesn't mean that she is willing to do it or be ready to respond whenever she is called.

She didn't want to lose her innocence for no reason. If she didn't care about herself, who else could she expect to care about her? Should she count on the Ninth Prince? This was a bit mysterious. She was better off relying on herself.

The smell in the carriage was strange and a bit stuffy, so Feng Qingchen opened the small window on the carriage to get some fresh air and take a look at the scenery outside.

The carriage had driven out of the city. It was early autumn and the scenery outside the city was still very good. The leaves had not yet completely turned yellow and the grass had not yet completely withered.

Leaves fell from the branches in twos and threes, floating down to the ground, which looked quite charming. Even though the sky was gradually becoming bleak, Feng Qingchen did not feel sad about the autumn. He even thought that in another month, he would be able to enjoy the chrysanthemums and eat crabs.

The physical reaction has subsided, and Feng Qingchen is enjoying himself, but the Ninth Uncle is suffering.

The Ninth Prince had never expected that Feng Qingchen was so calm and cruel. He knew clearly that he was uncomfortable and that it was harmful to his health, but he was so cruel as to ignore him and even pretend that he didn't exist.

Well, Feng Qingchen won again. I wanted to tease Feng Qingchen, but instead of teasing her, I made myself even more embarrassed.

The Ninth Prince glared at Feng Qingchen angrily, and seeing Feng Qingchen squinting her eyes and enjoying the autumn breeze with a happy look on her face, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but feel jealous.

Obviously, they were equally moved, so why did Feng Qingchen recover faster than him? Looking at Feng Qingchen, it seemed that he was not affected at all by what happened just now, but what about him?

Still trying to suppress my desires and calm my body.

The Ninth Prince became more and more annoyed the more he thought about it. How did this woman Feng Qingchen grow up? When faced with such a thing, she was actually calmer than him, a man, and recovered faster than him. She was so damn annoying.

The Ninth Prince closed his eyes in frustration, wanting to suppress his desire as quickly as possible. However, his self-control, which he was so proud of, did not give him any face today. After a long time, not only did he fail to suppress his desire, he became even more irritated.

Feng Qingchen secretly glanced at the Ninth Uncle, and continued to look at the scenery calmly. Unsatisfied men are the most terrible, so she should avoid provoking them.

The carriage was moving slowly, but no matter how slow it was, it would eventually reach its destination. Seeing that they were getting closer and closer to the villa, the Ninth Prince became more anxious. He couldn't go out in such an image. If the guards saw him, he would no longer be able to live as a human being.

Huh... The Ninth Prince took a deep breath, closed his eyes, kicked the image of Feng Qingchen out of his mind, and then began to recite the "Meditation Mantra" silently.

He had never recited the "Meditation Mantra" since he came of age. He did not expect that Feng Qingchen would force him to recite it today, and he recited it three times in a row before he calmed down the restlessness and desire in his heart.

The Ninth Prince breathed a sigh of relief, finally he could see people.

The Ninth Prince had just packed himself up when the carriage stopped. The driver hesitated for a long time before he spoke carefully, "Master?"

He is not a guard, he is just outside the carriage. There are some sounds that he doesn't want to hear, but they will automatically enter his ears. He has tried his best to block his ears. Really, he is so angry!

"Yes." The Ninth Prince brushed his sleeves and made sure there was no problem before getting off the carriage. He stood at the door, stretched out his hand, and said to Feng Qingchen, "Get off."

She had hugged, kissed, nibbled, and even touched someone's private parts. She really couldn't be pretentious, so Feng Qingchen generously placed her hand in the palm of the Ninth Prince's hand.

At the moment their hands were held, there seemed to be an electric current flowing. Feng Qingchen was startled and looked up, just in time to meet the eyes of the Ninth Prince. Their eyes intertwined in mid-air, with an indescribable tenderness and ambiguity.

Feng Qingchen subconsciously wanted to pull her hand back, but she had no chance because the Ninth Prince held her hand tightly. Judging from the Ninth Prince's appearance, he was probably affected.

Feng Qingchen took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in her heart, held the hand of the Ninth Prince, and tried to get off the carriage as elegantly as possible.

There is no way. After competing with Su Wan recently, she has become accustomed to being "elegant". Elegance is something that you have to pretend, but after pretending for a long time, elegance will be engraved in your bones, and every move will naturally become elegant.

As soon as he got off the carriage, he heard the sound of horse hooves behind him. The Ninth Prince's men took Feng Qingchen's medicine box from the courtyard in the west area.

Feng Qingchen took the opportunity to break free from the Ninth Prince's hand and stepped forward to take the medicine box. The Ninth Prince did not force him. In fact, the moment he shook hands with Feng Qingchen, the Ninth Prince regretted it.

At this time, they should not have any skin contact. As soon as they touch, he will have the urge to want Feng Qingchen, and the desire in his heart can't be suppressed.

Clearly, that night, he and Feng Qingchen had such an intimate contact in the palace, and they stopped at the last moment. Although he felt a little regretful at that time, he was still able to control himself and get along with Feng Qingchen calmly afterwards. But why couldn't he do that today?

The Ninth Prince really couldn't understand it and could only secretly curse himself for having worse and worse self-control. He would have to train himself better in the future.

Although the Ninth Prince was depressed, he did not forget to take care of Feng Qingchen. He was one step faster than Feng Qingchen and took the medicine box from the guard. He held it in one hand and motioned Feng Qingchen to follow. Feng Qingchen reluctantly withdrew his hand.

She had experienced the Ninth Prince's dominance, so she decided to follow him obediently. After all, she was used to following him now.

The two of them stepped into the inner courtyard and walked away separately. The Ninth Prince handed Feng Qingchen's medicine box to a man who looked like a eunuch, motioning him to take Feng Qingchen there, while he walked towards another courtyard.

Feng Qingchen didn't ask any more questions and followed the eunuch obediently to change the medicine for the seven soldiers. As for the Ninth Prince?

The Ninth Prince went directly to the courtyard where he lived. Once he entered the room, he took off his outer clothes and unbuttoned his inner clothes. As expected, the bandages were covered in blood...

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