477 Chatting up, these days people like to stop people halfway

It turned out that it was for safekeeping. The Ninth Prince nodded. He could accept this reason.

"In that case, then put the clothes down. I will let you keep them." The Ninth Prince emphasized again that Feng Qingchen was the owner of the Ninth Princess's official dress.

It would be better to keep the clothes in the Ninth Prince's Mansion. If the clothes were lost in Feng Qingchen's hands, there was no guarantee that the emperor would not take his anger out on Feng Qingchen. Anyway, as long as his goal was achieved, it would be fine.

No matter how the outside world spreads that he is obsessed with beauty, it doesn't matter. At least in the short term, no one will target him or Feng Qingchen.

"Thank you, Uncle Nine." No matter what the reason was, Feng Qingchen was satisfied that this hot potato was thrown away, and his cold face softened a little.

"There's no need to thank each other." The Ninth Prince said half ambiguously and half tentatively.

"Hehe." Feng Qingchen laughed dryly, obviously not wanting to say it, but then she changed her mind and realized that the Ninth Prince was such a proud man. After a night of that, he could turn his back on her, but if she, Feng Qingchen, turned her back on her the next day, it would inevitably hit the Ninth Prince's dignity as a man.

Feng Qingchen thought about it and still couldn't draw a clear line between herself and the Ninth Uncle, so Feng Qingchen cautiously asked, "Ninth Uncle, Qingchen wants to trouble you with something, I wonder..."

"Speak." The Ninth Prince's face lit up with joy, and his eyes sparkled.

"Qingchen would like to ask Uncle Nine to check the patient I treated. His name is Hao Ting." It's not that she wanted to pry into the patient's privacy, but Hao Ting's illness might be more troublesome, and she needed to prepare in advance.

"Okay, his information will be in your hands in three days." The Ninth Prince was a little dissatisfied with being asked to investigate other men, but when he thought that Feng Qingchen was not polite to him, he felt a little more comfortable.

Feng Qingchen wanted to thank him, but the Ninth Prince said that there was no need to thank each other, and it would be hypocritical to say thank you, so Feng Qingchen simply stopped talking.

The room was silent, there was a screen between the two of them, which was honestly pretty stupid.

After standing there for a cup of tea, Feng Qingchen saw that the Ninth Emperor had nothing else to do, so she took the initiative to say goodbye: "Qingchen will not disturb the Ninth Emperor's rest, Qingchen will take his leave."

The Ninth Prince wanted to keep Feng Qingchen for a little longer, but...

They could hear but not see through the screen, and although the two of them were getting along well today, there was still some awkwardness, so the Ninth Prince did not stay for long.

Anyway, there is still a long way to go...

Feng Qingchen turned around and left without any reluctance. Before leaving, he secretly said to himself that he should remind the Ninth Prince next time that although the fragrance of bamboo is elegant, it will be nauseating if it is too strong.

Today, the bamboo fragrance in the air was so strong that it almost suffocated her.

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Feng Qingchen left the Ninth Prince's wife's formal dress at the Ninth Prince's Mansion. She was in a good mood, but this good mood only lasted for a second, because...

The steward of the Ninth Prince's Mansion ordered his servants to load piles of gifts onto her carriage, and the carriages behind it filled up a total of five carriages.

What a grand ceremony!

"What's going on?" Feng Qingchen was confused. Was the Ninth Prince planning to move?

The housekeeper of the palace turned around quickly and said respectfully: "Miss, these are the supplements that the prince gave to you. The prince said that you have been too tired recently and you need to nourish your body well." Of course, there are also jewelry and clothes, but the housekeeper didn't dare to say it, for fear that Feng Qingchen would not want them.

puff……

Feng Qingchen was glad that she didn't drink the water at this time, otherwise she would have vomited in front of the Ninth Prince. Was the Ninth Prince compensating her with material things, or was he adding fuel to the fire by spreading rumors?

Well...she accepted it. It was her fault that she got on board a pirate ship. Anyway, the things given by the Ninth Prince must be good. If the Ninth Prince wanted to get rid of her with money, then she would just accept it.

Feng Qingchen nodded ostrich-like and got on the carriage with Xia Wan and Dongqing.

Thinking of the carts of stuff behind him, although Feng Qingchen said he accepted it, he still felt a little depressed.

"Xia Wan, Dong Qing, what do you think the Ninth Prince means?" She was looking for comfort.

"Miss, in my opinion, the prince must be concerned about you. Xia Wan and I have looked at those things. They are all top-quality blood-replenishing and beauty-enhancing medicinal herbs. Some of them are not even available to the ladies in the palace." Although Dong Qing's master is Feng Qingchen, she will of course side with the Ninth Uncle as long as it does not harm Feng Qingchen's interests.

"Care about me? If you really care about me, you shouldn't involve me." Feng Qingchen laughed sarcastically, once again confirming that the Ninth Prince was using money to get rid of her.

Today, Xiling Tianlei, Nanling Jinfan and Dongling Ziluo stopped her and wanted to send her out of the palace, wasn't it because of the rumors spread by the Ninth Prince and the clothes she was wearing?

She has always wanted to live an ordinary life, but the Ninth Prince dragged her into the center of the imperial power struggle time and time again. This is not care at all.

Xia Wan and Dong Qing were not ignorant people, so they couldn't find words to explain for the Ninth Prince. The Ninth Prince's move had pushed Feng Qingchen to the forefront. The potential dangers and troubles could not be compensated by a few carts of patches or jewelry.

Feng Qingchen was unhappy and unwilling to speak. She was silent all the way. When she reached Chang'an Street, the carriage suddenly stopped: "Miss, someone is stopping the carriage."

"Go down and take a look." Feng Qingchen motioned Xia Wan to get out of the car.

Xia Wan is smarter and more capable than Dong Qing. When faced with such emergencies, Xia Wan is better, as Dong Qing is more suitable for handling domestic affairs.

Not long after Xia Wan got off the carriage, she replied, "Miss, it's Mr. Yuan Xi. Mr. Yuan Xi is meeting friends at Zhu Feng Tower with his zither. When he saw your carriage, he sent a servant to invite you up to join them."

"Zhufeng Tower? Is it the place where you need to make couplets to enter?" Feng Qingchen was not unfamiliar with Zhufeng Tower. When she asked Wang Jinling to do something for her, she invited Wang Jinling to dinner here.

That day, she was deeply impressed by the eldest son's literary talent. Wang Jinling, who showed the elegance of a young master from a noble family in every move, was as dazzling as the sun.

The imperial city is crowded with people and has many things to do. She envied Wang Jinling who was in Qingshui Town. Being away from the flashy imperial city, she felt much better.

"Miss, it's Zhufeng Tower." Xia Wan's tone was somewhat excited.

Mr. Yuan Xi's reputation is far-reaching, and it is a great honor to receive his invitation. It will also help their girl's reputation if she can make more friends with these scholars and Confucian scholars.

"Tell Mr. Yuanxi that Qingchen is not talented enough and cannot go up to Zhufeng Tower." Feng Qingchen signaled Dongqing to lower the curtain, obviously unwilling to get out of the car.

Although Xia Wan felt it was a pity, she also understood that she could not make the decision for her master, so she went to reply immediately.

Not long after, Xia Wan came back with the same expression on her face, still looking loyal to her master. Feng Qingchen nodded in satisfaction.

A maidservant can have her own opinions, but if her opinions are so big that she becomes the master's boss, she deserves to be put to death.

"Let's go!"

The carriage started, but before it had gone five meters, it stopped again. Feng Qingchen frowned...

"Aunt, aunt, aunt, young lady, Mr. Yuanxi has come downstairs personally to invite you." The coachman was trembling violently, looking flattered.

Mr. Yuan Xi, the people who could be personally invited by Mr. Yuan Xi, the world's number one zither master, could be counted on one hand, and Feng Qingchen in Dongling was the first one.

Mr. Yuan Xi is not an ordinary person. If Mr. Yuan Xi is unhappy, he dares to ignore even the emperor. Even so, the emperor still smiles and praises him for his elegance, unrestrainedness, and true nature...

From this, it can be seen that Mr. Yuan Xi is well-known. In front of so many people, Mr. Yuan Xi personally went downstairs to invite Feng Qingchen. That is definitely...

trouble!