467 Dreams, thinking about children is too far-fetched

When the day breaks, Feng Qingchen is about to start fighting. At that time, no one will care about her weakness as a new wife, and no one will care about her identity.

When the sun rose, Feng Qingchen was alone again. No matter how close they were, he couldn't be with Feng Qingchen at that time.

He also wanted to create a country of Yuanyou for Feng Qingchen so that Feng Qingchen would no longer have to struggle for life and survival, but his life was destined not to be smooth.

The woman stays at home and the man works outside. This kind of life is a luxury for him and Feng Qingchen. The moment he chose Feng Qingchen, Feng Qingchen's life was destined to be restless. He also took a fancy to this point in Feng Qingchen.

Before, he just thought that Feng Qingchen was right for him, but now he was reluctant to let Feng Qingchen face those storms. People are always so contradictory.

Thinking of this, the Ninth Prince felt even more guilty. He had gained too much from Feng Qingchen, but he could give too little to Feng Qingchen.

Sighing softly, the Ninth Prince looked at the sky outside and decided not to waste any more time. Feng Qingchen would probably have to get up before she could sleep for an hour. During this time, he had to help her clean up as soon as possible, otherwise she would be busy when the maid came in in the morning.

Soon, the black shadow brought two buckets of hot water and sneaked into the bathroom next door quietly. The black shadow had a slender figure with well-proportioned curves. Even though her whole body was wrapped in black clothes, it could be seen that the other party was a woman.

Come to think of it, how could the Ninth Prince allow a man to protect Feng Qingchen closely?

"Guard it well, no one is allowed to enter." The Ninth Prince ordered the people outside.

In fact, when he came last night, he had already cleared out all the people around, and giving the order again was just to state the importance of the matter.

The black shadow did not make a sound and disappeared instantly when the Ninth Prince carried Feng Qingchen to the bathroom.

Although the Ninth Prince is a descendant of a royal family, he is not the kind of person who is spoiled and unable to take care of himself without his maids. Without the service of servants, he can take care of himself. Similarly, it is not difficult for him to take care of Feng Qingchen.

He carried Feng Qingchen into the bath, with the candlelight bright, and he could see the marks on Feng Qingchen's body clearly. The bruises on Feng Qingchen's body were all caused by him. It was a pity that the brand on Feng Qingchen's back was gone. Her smooth and delicate back did not reveal that a sharp sword had ever floated out from there.

"I don't know when I will be able to see your mark next time." The Ninth Prince said with some regret.

He had only heard of the mark of Feng Li's daughter but had never seen it. Last night... he had a chance to see it, but he forgot about it. The moment the mark appeared, he was a little dazed and just wanted to cover Feng Qingchen's eyes. When he looked again, there was nothing there.

Sure enough, when a beauty overwhelms the whole city, the king will be the loser of the country.

The Ninth Prince shook his head and cleared the distracting thoughts in his mind. Seeing the bruises on Feng Qingchen's body, his expressionless face smiled again.

He smiled more today than he did in all the previous years combined. There was nothing he could do about it, since he was experiencing one of the three greatest joys in life: the wedding night.

He gently washed Feng Qingchen's body, as well as the white thing between her legs. Thinking of last night's indulgence, the Ninth Prince's ears blushed. Then he thought that based on his repeated demands last night, Feng Qingchen might be pregnant with his child.

hey-hey……

Without even seeing the shadow of the child, the Ninth Prince smiled foolishly. Seeing that the water had become a little cold, he quickly carried Feng Qingchen out, laid her on the small couch, and wiped the water droplets off her body.

He picked up the ointment beside him and applied it to Feng Qingchen's private parts patiently and carefully. Looking at his swollen lips, the Ninth Prince cursed himself again. He really asked for too much and indulged himself too much. He didn't know if Feng Qingchen's body could handle it...

The thought of canceling today's competition flashed through my mind.

well……

The Ninth Prince only dared to think about it but did not dare to really make such a decision. Yesterday's incident had not yet come to light, and he did not know whether Feng Qingchen would take revenge on him later. He had already admitted defeat on Feng Qingchen's behalf once, and if he were to admit defeat on Feng Qingchen's behalf again, Feng Qingchen would probably kick him off the bed.

Feng Qingchen seemed easy to talk to, but once her tolerance limit was crossed, she would not give in at all. She was aggressive, arrogant, and would rather break than bend.

He tested her again and again, fearing that he would cross Feng Qingchen's bottom line. Every test made him realize that Feng Qingchen was very tolerant of him.

After helping Feng Qingchen put on her clothes, the Ninth Prince took off his own clothes openly and wiped them hastily with the water that Feng Qingchen had used.

For a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder, this is really not easy. The Ninth Prince has never used other people's bath water.

After cleaning up, the Ninth Prince carried Feng Qingchen back into the room. The room had already been cleaned and the air was filled with the elegant scent of bamboo.

The Ninth Prince laid Feng Qingchen flat on the bed, covered her with a quilt, sat beside the bed, gently stroked her cheek, and pushed the loose hair on her forehead behind her ears.

"I'm sorry for wronging you." She was truly wronged. It was the first time for the dignified daughter of Feng Li. Not only did she not have a phoenix coronet and bridal robe, but she was also so careless and hasty. The next day she had to deal with the provocation of a group of jumping clowns.

The more he thought about the Ninth Prince, the more he felt that he was sorry for Feng Qingchen. He was too impulsive yesterday, he should have been more patient and at least given Feng Qingchen a good first night.

However, when love is deep, the body and mind are no longer controlled by reason, and one is unable to control one's desires even though one knows one shouldn't.

It has been done and he has no regrets. In fact, if he had the chance to do it all over again, he would still do it the same way. He has fantasized about the beautiful Feng Qingchen countless times. With such a beautiful woman in his arms, how could he resist?

Now, all he could do was to try to make Feng Qingchen feel more comfortable. The Ninth Prince placed his hands on Feng Qingchen's waist and began to massage her. Feng Qingchen complained several times that her waist was sore.

He kept massaging and kneading, and his hands were sore, but the Ninth Prince had no intention of stopping. He did not stop until the cock crowed at dawn. Then he withdrew his hands, kissed Feng Qingchen's forehead, and left with gritted teeth, feeling very reluctant to leave. The moment he stood up, he felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.

The Ninth Prince hesitated for a moment, then continued forward as if nothing had happened.

It seems that his "illness" has worsened again, and he probably won't be able to go out for more than half a month. This is good, having a reputation as a womanizer can reassure some people and make some people give up. The only bad thing is that in the next competition, he can't help Feng Qingchen openly.

Fortunately, Feng Qingchen was not a cowardly woman who could be bullied. In the following competition, Feng Qingchen had the upper hand. It was not easy for Su Wan to get anything out of Feng Qingchen.

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"Miss."

Feng Qingchen slowly opened her eyes as Tong Jue and Tong Yao called her softly. Her mind was still a little confused, and she found herself lying peacefully in the bed. Of course, she was the only one in the bed.

The pattern on the quilt was familiar to her. She took a deep breath and the quilt smelled like sunshine, not the scent of love.

"Hey, didn't anything happen last night? Was everything last night just a dream? A wet dream?"

No way? I actually had a dream like that. Could it be true that what you think about during the day you dream about at night?

Feng Qingchen was in a trance for a moment, until Tong Jue and Tong Yao reminded him again, Feng Qingchen came back to his senses, lifted the quilt and prepared to get up, but found that his whole body was sore, and his waist seemed to be broken, especially his lower body. When he moved, he felt a burning pain.

"Hiss..." Feng Qingchen let out a muffled cry, and his cheeks turned red.

She said, how could she have such a restricted dream? It turns out... everything that happened last night was real. She and the Ninth Prince were really married...