497 Tenderness, the Last Feast in the West District Courtyard
"Qingchen, are you happy that the king is gone?"
Of course she was happy, but seeing that the Ninth Prince looked like he was about to get angry, Feng Qingchen didn't dare to say anything. If the Ninth Prince changed his mind and insisted on staying, it would be troublesome.
"Ninth Uncle, I won't be living in the courtyard in the west area for long. The Feng Mansion is about to be rebuilt, and I will move out in a few days." What he meant was that we will leave one after the other, so please don't mind.
Hearing Feng Qingchen say this, the Ninth Prince felt a little better. Since he couldn't change his fate, he should find some comfort before leaving. The Ninth Prince shook his bloody right hand and said, "My hand is injured. Please bandage it for me and let me rest for a night. I'll come back early tomorrow morning. Isn't this too much to ask?"
The last word "ba" was dragged out. Although it was a question, it did not give Feng Qingchen the opportunity to refuse.
Just one night, it's not too much. Feng Qingchen certainly wouldn't make the Ninth Prince unhappy over such a small matter. After all, she and the Ninth Prince were in a cooperative relationship. It would not be a good thing to offend the Ninth Prince too much.
Feng Qingchen invited the Ninth Prince to the study, and she cleaned his wounds. The Ninth Prince had no objection. When he left, he deliberately slowed down his pace and gestured to the shadow guards in the dark, asking them to clear out all the people in the West District courtyard before dark, no matter what method, even if it was to use drugs to knock everyone down. He didn't want to see anyone irrelevant or who would ruin his plans in the West District courtyard before dark.
Anyway, after tonight, he will return to the Ninth Prince's Palace, so even if he uses drastic measures, no one will dare to do anything to him.
The secret guard nodded expressionlessly. After the Ninth Prince left, the secret guard shook the tree violently in frustration.
Master... You know who lives in this small courtyard in the west district, woo woo woo... The others are easy to deal with, but what about the master of the Divine Doctor Valley and Cui Haoting? These two are both powerful masters, and... And those guards of Prince Su's mansion, how can they deal with them?
The secret guard banged his head against the wall, grabbed his hair and wanted to die!
It was not known whether it was intentional or not, but although the wound on the Ninth Prince's right hand was not serious, it was extremely time-consuming to clean. The flesh on his fingers was all rotten, and there were many tiny wood chips stuck in it. Feng Qing couldn't take out the wood chips with the smallest tweezers, and could only pick them out one by one with a fine needle.
Well, don't even think about the scene of cleaning the wound while crying out in pain for the Ninth Prince. Don't even think about feeling sorry for the Ninth Prince's injury. Feng Qingchen is a doctor, and a battlefield doctor at that. She has seen all kinds of wounds. In her eyes, the Ninth Prince's injury is just a minor one. When medical supplies are scarce, this kind of injury does not even need to be bandaged. Just rinse it with water and sprinkle some grass ash to stop the bleeding.
Feng Qingchen didn't consider at all whether it would hurt the Ninth Uncle or not. He just did what he had to do. After spending half an hour cleaning up the wood chips, Feng Qingchen applied medicine on the Ninth Uncle and wrapped him with more than ten layers of clean gauze.
"Don't let the wound come into contact with water in the next few days." This is just a routine instruction and has nothing to do with concern or worry.
"How many days will it take to heal?" The Ninth Prince shook his chubby hand. His right hand was injured, which made many things inconvenient for him to do. Of course, the most important thing now was that it was inconvenient for him to hug Feng Qingchen.
"The bandage can be removed in three to five days." The Ninth Prince's injuries were flesh wounds, not bones or tendons. Feng Qingchen was displeased with the Ninth Prince, so she wrapped his hands into buns. If the Ninth Prince was not difficult to deal with, she would have wanted to draw a few pigs on the bandages to show how profound and noble he was.
From beginning to end, Feng Qingchen was very serious. The Ninth Prince never thought that Feng Qingchen would play tricks on him, so he didn't think much about it and just sat there, watching Feng Qingchen clean the medicine tray.
Feng Qingchen had just finished packing and was about to remind the Ninth Uncle that it was time to go out when Chun Hui came to report: "My Lord, Miss, it's time to eat."
"Eat lunch with me." The Ninth Prince took the opportunity to say. Seeing that Feng Qingchen was not very happy, the Ninth Prince added: "This is the last lunch I will eat here. What? Qingchen is not willing to eat this last lunch with me?"
He specifically emphasized the words "last meal". The Ninth Prince was threatening Feng Qingchen that he would not leave if she didn't have lunch with him.
Ninth Uncle, you win.
"Okay, Ninth Uncle, please go first. I'll go wash my hands." In order to get rid of the Ninth Uncle, Feng Qingchen didn't want to argue with him over such a trivial matter. Besides, she was not completely unwilling to have a meal together.
Who is the Ninth Prince? He not only knows how to seize opportunities, but is also good at creating opportunities. When Feng Qingchen stepped into the dining room, he found that there were no servants inside or outside the dining room, only the Ninth Prince was sitting there alone.
At first, Feng Qingchen didn't think much about it. Following the principle of not talking while eating and not talking while sleeping, Feng Qingchen picked up the bowl and started eating. But as she was eating, Feng Qingchen found something wrong. From time to time, the Ninth Prince could hear clinking sounds, and the food was spilling from time to time.
The Ninth Prince’s dining etiquette is so bad?
Feng Qingchen silently put down the bowl and looked up...
The most honorable Ninth Uncle in the world, as Zhai Dongming called him, had lost all his image at this moment, and was struggling clumsily with the food in the bowl with his left hand.
Let’s not talk about how much he ate. Just look at the food he spilled on the table, as well as the food and soup stains on his body. These are enough to prove that the Ninth Prince’s left hand is not very flexible.
Although he was in a very miserable state, the Ninth Prince seemed not to notice and remained calm and continued to waste the food in the bowl with his left hand. Feng Qingchen could not bear to watch it and put down his bowl and chopsticks: "Ninth Prince, I'll let the maid serve you too." That meant to say, let someone feed you.
“No need.” The Ninth Prince finally picked up the vegetables from the bowl and was about to put them into his mouth, but he shook it and some of them fell on his clothes. The Ninth Prince calmly brushed the vegetables off his clothes and continued to pick up vegetables.
If the Ninth Prince's right hand was disabled, then this would be a history of the struggle of a disabled person and would be very inspiring. Feng Qingchen would definitely not say much, but it just so happened that the Ninth Prince's right hand was just temporarily unusable. Ninth Prince, do you want to waste the food like this?
"I'll ask someone to change the spoon for you." The Ninth Prince was not uncomfortable, but she was uncomfortable watching him. She had finished her whole bowl of rice, and the Ninth Prince probably only took a bite. Ahem, she saw a grain of rice at the corner of the Ninth Prince's mouth, which looked very funny.
"No need." This time, the Ninth Prince gritted his teeth.
Feng Qingchen understood that the Ninth Prince did not want others to see his miserable side and did not want to embarrass himself in front of outsiders, but... the Ninth Prince was like this, not only could she not eat well, but it also affected her appetite.
Feng Qingchen couldn't convince the Ninth Prince, so she had to pick up her own bowl and chopsticks and continue eating, but... the Ninth Prince had problems, and with a crash, the bowl fell down.
"Be careful." Fortunately, Feng Qingchen reacted quickly and caught the bowl in a hurry, but the food in the bowl spilled all over the floor. Feng Qingchen looked up silently, and saw that the Ninth Prince was obviously embarrassed, but tried hard to act calm and pretend that nothing had happened. He laughed in his heart.
Ninth Prince: Which eye of yours saw me pretending not to be embarrassed? This king has never been embarrassed. It’s just a bowl that was broken. It’s great. I will compensate you...