483 kiss marks, the imperial city is full of love

Feng Qingchen's body was covered with purple kiss marks, which were extremely eye-catching against her snow-white skin. The marks were so obvious that she couldn't pretend not to see them.

Sun Sixing and the four maids' eyes widened wider and wider. They hoped so much that they had seen it wrong, but the traces were so obvious that even those who had never experienced it could understand it. They knew what had happened to Feng Qingchen without thinking.

Of course, these marks have nothing to do with the assassin. The marks on Feng Qingchen's body have faded a lot. It can be seen that they were left from the past few days. There are also a few crescent-shaped nail marks, which are not deep. Now there are only shallow marks.

No wonder, no wonder the young lady had to bathe and change clothes by herself these two days, it turns out...

"Miss..." Tong Yao quickly covered her mouth to prevent herself from sobbing and shedding tears silently.

It is absolutely impossible for an unmarried woman to lose her innocence on her own initiative. The young lady of this family must have been forced into doing so. Thinking of the rumors over the past two days, Tong Yao glared at Qiu Hua, Xia Wan and Chun Hui.

It turned out that the rumors were true, and the Ninth Prince really took away their young lady's innocence.

Hate it!

Tong Yao gritted her teeth, her eyes were red, as if she wanted to kill someone.

This is ruining their young lady!

The three girls shook their heads in confusion, indicating that they knew nothing. Tong Jue and Dong Qing came in with hot water, and seeing the five people in a daze, they were about to ask what happened, but when they looked up, they saw the marks on Feng Qingchen's body. Their mouths opened into an O shape, and they couldn't come back to their senses for a long time. The basin in Tong Jue's hand fell to the ground with a "bang".

"Ah..." Tong Jue screamed after being splashed with hot water. The people in the room came to their senses. Sun Sixing hurried forward, picked up a coat, covered the kiss marks on Feng Qingchen's body, and said sternly to the six maids: "Remember, you didn't see anything. If I know what happened today, I will make you live a life worse than death."

Sun Sixing has always been gentle and timid. Tong Jue and Tong Yao have never seen Sun Sixing so fierce, and they nodded repeatedly in fear.

Chun, Xia, Qiu and Dong are not familiar with Sun Sixing, but they all have the same first impression of him, that he is a gentle, introverted and even a little timid big boy. But no one would have expected that this big boy would turn into a demon and utter harsh words in order to protect the people he wants to protect.

"Don't worry, Young Master Sun. We know what to do and will never cause any trouble for the young lady." The six maids were so scared that their faces turned pale and they quickly made the promise.

Sun Sixing responded expressionlessly and motioned to Chun Hui to comb all his hair up so that it would not interfere with his work.

Sun Sixing was sitting on the chair, his heart pounding. He had never thought that one day he would say such cruel words, but he did not regret it.

His parents are gone, so he must protect his master. His master is his only relative. He will not regret it even if he turns into a demon for his master.

After that, no one dared to mention the marks on Feng Qingchen's body again. Sun Sixing took a silver needle and pierced Feng Qingchen's back three times and her heart with two more needles.

When the needle was inserted into the heart, the bleeding on Feng Qingchen's neck miraculously stopped. Sun Sixing took out the needle from his back, but the needle in the heart did not move.

Sun Sixing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled shyly, completely different from the fierce person he was just now. However, the six maids did not dare to underestimate him.

Chun Hui stepped forward at the right time and wiped the sweat off Sun Sixing's forehead, and Sun Sixing did not refuse.

After stopping the bleeding, you can start cleaning the wound. The first, second, and third patients with external injuries that Sun Sixing treated were all Feng Qingchen. Although he did not have much experience, his technique was quite sophisticated and was not inferior to Feng Qingchen at all.

After the dirty blood was washed away, a hideous wound was revealed. The wound was very deep, and the skin and flesh washed with disinfectant turned white. No one knew how the sword had cut it, but the wound was turned outward, looking extremely ugly.

Sun Sixing frowned, and while cleaning the wound, he wondered, would such a deep wound leave a scar? The medicine Su Wenqing sent last time was also used up, and he didn't know if he could get more.

Master is a woman after all. The centipede-like scar on her neck will definitely affect her future life. Let alone other things, just talk about the Ninth Prince.

With this scar, if the Ninth Prince gets tired of the Master, what should the Master do? The Masters are now the Ninth Prince's people.

Thinking of this, Sun Sixing secretly hated the Ninth Emperor's uncle for acting so arrogantly and disregarding his master's life or death. Didn't the Ninth Emperor's uncle know the importance of innocence to a woman? Even if the Ninth Emperor's uncle was willing to marry the master, the master would not be able to become the Ninth Emperor's uncle's wife if she lost her virginity.

How could his master, such a proud and strong woman, be willing to be a concubine?

Sun Sixing was very worried, and his brows were furrowed more and more tightly, which frightened the six maids. While Sun Sixing was taking out the needle, Tong Jue asked cautiously: "Master Sun, will my young lady be okay?"

"I won't let anything happen to my master." Sun Sixing signaled the four maids, Chun, Xia, Qiu and Dong, to hold the lamp closer so that it would be easier for him to give the acupuncture.

That night, the West District courtyard was brightly lit, especially Feng Qingchen's dormitory, which was brighter than daytime. Everyone in the room was alert and didn't even dare to blink, for fear that if they made a mistake, Feng Qingchen would die.

Sun Sixing half-knelt beside Feng Qingchen. His legs were numb, but he didn't dare to move. The needle on his hand pierced into his skin, passed through it, and was easily pulled out. This cycle repeated over and over again...

Sun Sixing was thankful that the assassin's sword did not cut Feng Qingchen's right carotid artery, otherwise the blood vessel would shrink inward and he would have to hook the blood vessel out, and the wound on Feng Qingchen's neck would have been even uglier.

Sun Sixing first used a special needle and thread for suturing blood vessels. After suturing the blood vessels, he changed to another size of needle and thread. If you look closely, you will find that the needle and thread used by Sun Sixing is one size smaller than the usual ones for suturing external injuries. When suturing, Sun Sixing was also extremely careful to ensure that the needle angles were fine.

He was leaving a way out, so that in case the scar on Feng Qingchen's neck could not be removed, it would still look better.

It was the first time for Chun, Xia, Qiu, Dong, Tong Jue and Tong Yao to see external wounds being sutured. It was very bloody and violent. The six girls were considered knowledgeable, but they couldn't help but feel their hair tingling when they saw Sun Sixing holding a needle and poking them. If they hadn't been worried about Feng Qingchen and their own lives, the six girls would have fallen to the ground long ago.

For the people in the West District courtyard, tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. Not to mention the people in Feng Mansion, just talk about the shadow guards and bodyguards who are chasing the assassin.

The black-clad assassin was able to sneak into Feng Qingchen's room under the dual protection of the guards and the shadow guards. His strength must be quite good, at least stronger than the shadow guards and the guards.

The black-clad assassin was shot twice, but no vital parts were hit. In addition, the black-clad assassin was well prepared, so even though the shadow guards and the imperial guards chased him all the way, they still let him escape.

An hour later, the shadow guard and the imperial guard returned empty-handed. When they returned to the courtyard, they learned that although Feng Qingchen had not yet woken up, she was out of danger. The shadow guard and the imperial guard both breathed a sigh of relief.

They failed in their duty tonight and failed to catch the assassin, so they will definitely be punished, but as long as Feng Qingchen is alive, they can at least keep their lives.

Although the shadow guards of the Ninth Prince's Mansion and the guards of Prince Zhai's Mansion knew of each other's existence, this was their first meeting. Facing a common problem, the two sides came together, discussed the details, and obtained confessions. At dawn, they left and reported to their masters that Feng Qingchen had encountered an assassin and was seriously injured and unconscious...